“What the fuck was that?” Devyn thinks to herself as soon as she leaves The Rabbit Hole. Her future boss was a fucking pervert! She gets a chill down her spine, thinking about the way he looked at her while he had that girl on her knees. As dangerously gorgeous as Kieran Teague was, she would stay out of his way.
She knew she wouldn’t have come here if she wasn’t desperate enough. At least she would just be dancing. Half naked dancing, nonetheless. Men always stared at her as if she was half-naked anyway, so this time she would make them pay for it.
Driving away from the strip club, her mind drifts to Nathan and his behavior a few days ago. He still had not contacted her since their exchange outside the apartment, and she started wondering if it wasn’t for the best.
He would probably not like the fact that she was now working at a BDSM strip club. But with the way he acted, she had already resolved to let him go. She lived for years with her father abusing her mother. Alana Reilly had been as beautiful as her daughter, but she had chosen an abusive man as a life partner. She never escaped, so Devyn did.
As she pulls into her parking garage, she spots a familiar car. “Oh, shit.” She muttered as Nathan stepped out of it. She had nothing to say to him and wished to rather not see him right now.
He strode towards her, “Dev, please,” he starts, “we need to talk.”
Devyn glared up at him and huffed silently, “No, Nathan. I have nothing to say to you.” She said and tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrists.
“No, I am not leaving until you hear me out.”
She sighed and gently pulled her wrists away from him, “Okay, 5 minutes.” She responded and crossed her arms in front of her. “Can we go inside?” He asked and she shook her head, “Rather not, Nathan.”
He nods and clears his throat, “Dev, my behavior the other night was uncalled for. I wanted to turn around as soon as I walked away, but I knew you wouldn’t want to see me again.” He sighed and took her hands in his again, “I am so sorry for what I’ve said. I have hurt you and I don’t expect forgiveness. But please realize that I am deeply sorry for hurting you. I love you so much and I am so scared of losing you.” He gets down on one knee and Devyn feels her heart sinking. Oh no.
He pulls out a black velvet box, “Dev, this is sudden, but will you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me?”
“Fuck. Oh fuck, oh no. I cannot marry this man. I will end up like my mother.”
She knew what he expected her to say. He wanted a yes, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him in her life anymore. She could not trust Nathan, he proved that the last time she saw him. He opened the box, and she spied a golden ring with an enormous diamond in the middle. This was definitely not her style, not at all.
Frowning down at him, she starts, “Nathan, please get up,” she saw the anger flashing in his eyes when he got up, but she remained impassive. “I can’t marry you, Nathan. Not after what you said the other evening and how you treated me. I don’t think we can make this work, especially not after I know how you really see me.”
Nathan pocketed the velvet box and took a step towards her, gripping her upper arms. He closed his eyes but when he looked at her again, he was bristling with rage. “You do know you’re making a huge mistake, right?” He spat out, squeezing her arms. She flinched at the pain.
So this was the real Nathan.
She snapped out of her fear and raised her leg, colliding with his crotch. He doubled over with pain, and she took the opportunity to run up the stairs. “Fucking slut!” She heard him behind her but didn’t dare to look back.
When she reached her apartment, she slammed the door behind her and locked it. Then she ran towards the window and watched until she saw Nathan’s car drive away.
“What the fuck, Dev?” She heard Clarissa’s voice behind her and spun around. The fear was evident in her eyes and knew Clarissa spotted it. “Nathan…” Devyn breathed out and walked towards their sofa. She sat down and put her head in her hands. Clarissa took the spot next to her.“Babe, what happened?” She asked, concern in the tone of her voice.
Devyn looked at her and told her what happened in the parking lot. “Nathan cornered me in the basement parking lot. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him with the most disgusting ring I have ever seen. When I said no, he grabbed my arms and threatened me.” She said, rubbing the part where he grasped her. When she looked down, she knew it would bruise blue by this evening. “I kneed him in the balls and ran up the stairs.”
Clarissa smiled at this but knew Nathan would try something again. “Dev, you might have to get a restraining order against him.” She said, "He won't stop."Devyn snorted and shook her head, “Nathan has money and would probably pay my people off and make me look like the desperate one.” She said sadly and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I am not ending up like my mother. I refuse to submit to a man just because he has money and status.”Clarissa nodded at this and smiled at her friend. “I am so proud of you, Dev. You are definitely no pushover. Nathan needs to be put in his place.” She said and Devyn agreed.
Then her head whips up, and she gives Clarissa a smile, “So, colleague. Do you mind going shopping for sexy clothes with me?” She asked with a grin and Clarissa’s eyes widened. “No way!” She cried out and gave a squeal, “You went? How did it go?”
Devyn thought back to her new boss and the look he gave her when he had another girl on his knees and shivered, “First shift is at 8 pm tonight. I had the pleasure of meeting your boss as well.”
Clarissa’s eyebrows shot up at this, “Kieran was there?” She asked with a frown. Devyn nodded, “Yup, interviewed me with a dirty blonde on her knees, giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.” She said, and Clarissa rolled her eyes at this.
“Ugh, that’s Marley. The only person he fucks. She has this idea that she’s royalty because the boss only takes her to the rooms. Do yourself a favor and stay out of her way or she will make your working there a living hell. Especially if she thinks the boss has eyes for you.”
“Well, he was literally eye-fucking me while he had her on her knees, it was unsettling.” Devyn said with a quiver up her spine, “He can fucking pin you with a stare, I couldn’t wait to get out of there.” She concluded.Clarissa stared at her with an odd expression. “All the more reason to stay out of their way.” She said and Devyn nodded, “Way ahead of you. I decided to stay clear as soon as I left.”
Clarissa smiled, “Good. You said shopping?” she added and shot up from the sofa. Devyn giggled and got up as well.“Yeah, I own nothing that screams BDSM stripper.” She said, and Clarissa laced her arm with Devyn’s. “Come, I know the perfect store. Let’s go shopping for slutty clothes.” She replied and Devyn felt a bit more relaxed. Only Clarissa could make shopping for revealing clothes seem like it was the most natural thing in the world.
While they were driving, Clarissa gave her the ins and outs of the club. The regulars, the terms, and lingo, who was who and who to stay clear of. “If you have a problem, you need to bring it up with Ross. He usually tries to sort it out, and if not, he brings Kieran in. They take care of us girls. Rabbit Hole really is not a dive, they run it really well and Kieran treats us with respect.” Clarissa was telling her, much to Devyn’s curiosity. She made Kieran seem like a saint.
She brought them to what looked like a goth clothing store and made her try on a few outfits before settling on them. She was now in possession of three latex dresses, 2 latex hot pants, a black corset, and a lace-up latex fishnet halter top. Devyn felt uncomfortable buying these, but as soon as she tried them on at home, she felt surprisingly … good.
Devyn opted for the latex zip-up dress with bondage straps and 7-inch Pleaser heels. She got herself ready at 7 pm and walked into the lounge area.“Lots of baby powder for chafing, don’t forget!” Clarissa reminds her as she wandered naked through the apartment. Devyn laughed at her boldness, “What? We’re both strippers now, might as well show the goods.” She said with a shake of her hips and Devyn shook her head while laughing.
She looked at herself in the mirror again and could not believe she was going through with this, but reminded herself it would be temporary.
“Okay, ready to go?” Clarissa said after half an hour and Devyn nods. Time to make good on her promise to the Devil.
I sit across from the woman who was my fascination for so long and now has grown into the love of my life. I never knew what this feeling was when I first started seeing her as more than the woman I thought I despised. Now I realise how foolish I was before.“Are you going to eat or keep staring?” she asks me after placing a forkful of pasta in the mouth. I chuckle and shake my head. “Sorry, just day dreaming.”“Hopefully, it’s about me?” She says, finishing off the last of her favourite meal. I roll my eyes. “When isn’t it about you?” Ah, fuck, we sound like a couple of teenagers, but I fucking love it. Anastasiya grins and stands up, leaning over the kitchen table with her swollen belly. “Does that mean I’m in your nightmares as well?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, and I put the last forkful of pasta in my mouth. “You bet your ass that you are.”
Anastasiya“She’s not awake yet?”“No, she’s been out since we brought her in. The fucker did quite a number on her.”Wait, why did the voice sound so familiar? Oh, no! Martin will kill me if there are uninvited guests! I need to get up. I need-“Thank God you spoke to Dimitri about this, Killian! She would be dead by now if you didn’t!”“Killian…?” I murmur, my throat feeling as dry as parchment and my eyes struggling to open. I realise that I’m lying on my side and turn my head, opening my eyes straight into the green pair that haunts my dreams.“Hey, Princess,” he says with a smile and strokes my hair. “How’re you feeling?”What? “Killian? Why… Why are you here? What happened?” I stutter with a hoarse voice. The last thing I remember was hearing a bang before fading out. It usually happens
With my heart sitting in my fucking ass, I knock on Dimitri’s office door, and he tells me to enter. A small smile crosses his lips when he looks up from his laptop and sees me. “So finally you’ve conceded, eh?” He says with a chuckle as we shake hands.I shrug. “The old man wants to retire soon; it’s only fair,” I say with a smile, and we take our respective seats. “To cut a long story short, the Bratva members who are inching in on your territory are based in Washington. They’re looking to take out every trace of the Westies in Hell's Kitchen, but I have shown no reason as to why.” Dimitri starts.“I know why; the shipments from Dubai. We’re the only ones receiving a direct line from Tarian, and we get the cleanest cut. That’s the only thing I can think of.” I say.Dimitri sits back in his chair and sighs. “I suppose, and since DiMarco receives a similar shipment
I watch as she walks away from me for what would be the last time and savour it. Anastasiya felt the same way about me, but there’s nothing either of us can do about it anymore. She belonged to a fucking politician now.Deciding to put this mess behind me, I get in my car and hightail it out of there. There’s no use in sticking around now that I’ve had a final taste of my forbidden fruit - and oh, how sweet she was.I can still taste her long after I leave the Baranov mansion, still hear her moaning my name and gagging on my cock. How the fuck did we gravitate back towards one another after our shitty relationship in school? If only I weren’t such a little shit back then, that would have been me in place of that fucking politician.They say regret usually comes too late, and right now, I am filled to the brim with it.Even if I managed to find someone else in the future, no one would compare to her; Anastasiya was it for me, and as
AnastasiyaOf course, it's positive. Dakota tells me not to worry, and obviously, I do. I am a mess of nerves throughout my getting dressed, the ride to the wedding, the vows, and congratulations. Having my father walk me down the aisle brought me to tears, and a bittersweet emotion clouds my heart. He will no longer have me in his life, and it hurts like hell.I hate to say it, but I am no longer Anastasiya Baranova; I am now Anastasiya Ackermann.Just like that, my powerful underworld name fell away, and now it is replaced with a politician’s. I know my father needs me to do this, and it is my way of making it up to him, so I plaster on a fake smile and push through. The wedding is well attended with many famous faces - both of the mafia underworld and political parties. Even a few celebrities were here, some I did not invite.I had changed out of my huge wedding dress and am now wearing a comfortable strapless eveni
AnastasiyaI walk over to them and place a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay, Dee?” I ask, not sure what to ask in any case. She nods, then wipes her tears away. “I’m just overwhelmed. I didn’t expect Dylan to say all those things or even know all those things.” I nod and rub her back. “You have a tough boy there, babe. Also, you don’t have to push yourself; if being here and around my brother is this hard, you don’t have to be here for the wedding.” Dakota’s head whips up, and she shoots me a glare. “I’m the maid of honour; of course I have to be here! Also, Ayden doesn’t affect me as much as you think, Ana. I was more worried about what he would have done to Dylan.” She says and cups her son’s cheek.“I wouldn’t have allowed him to do anything to either of you. But, Dee, we will need to introduce him to my fath
Anastasiya“Open the gate!”“What? Why- oh my God, are you here?!”A giggle from the other side. “Yes, doofus, now open!”I kill the call and run downstairs; Dakota is here! Oh my God, my best friend is here! I haven’t seen her since she checked into rehab after Ayden’s abuse; her parents then sent her to a private school, and she worked for a few years at her mother’s fashion house in Paris. We’ve kept in contact, though.Running out of the mansion doors, I see her Bugatti Veyron pull up and sprint towards her. We shriek as we see one another and run into each other’s arms, crying like babies.I then push her away and take in the sight of her, sighing as I do so - she looked exactly like her mother—Blonde, curvaceous, perfect size 10, tall, blue eyes - gorgeous.“You look amazing, Dr Dereon!” I say, giving her anoth
AnastasiyaWhy did this have to happen, and why with him?! How could I have been so goddamn stupid to think I could slip out for one last night of freedom, and now I’m stuck with him constantly in my thoughts.His hands all over my body, his face in between my legs, his hand gripping my throat as he pounded away inside of me… Fuck, it was the best night of my life.Argh! This is annoying! How do I forget about him?! He pisses me off to no end, and now he’s seen a part of me I’ve always kept hidden. HIM! The bastard who made a fool of me on my first day at St Leonard's. I know he’s hated me all this time since I was the one who called off our engagement. Trust me; the feeling is mutual.How did I not recognise him? He doesn’t look that much different from our high school days, except for his hair colour and tattoos on his face. It must have been the alcohol clouding my damn judgement.God, I need
Everything is fuzzy on the drive home. I'm not even sure how I managed to drive back to Hell's Kitchen, much less shower and get into bed. What the fuck is wrong with me?Anastasiya Volkova is the reason I am no longer in line to take over from my father. She's the one who rejected our engagement in high school and made me look like a fool in front of my family. I must admit I was a little asshole back then, but it didn't warrant her rejection of our engagement.Fuck sakes, I need to get her out of my mind; it would do no good to dwell on the night we shared together.I sit back on my couch with a Scotch in my hand and breathe out a sigh. What the hell happened to Anastasiya when she left St Leonards? She used to be this prim and proper girl who used her name to get places. It seems like Amaranthe's death took its toll on her, a little more than I thought.It’s understandable, I guess since she was very close to her mother, but to completely