ROWAN HUNTER - The Angel's Darkness
There was only ever one woman in my life who'd ever looked me in the eye and told me to fuck off. A 5 foot 5 heap of glitter, spice, and everything nice who'd scrunched her face in disgust when I had my men invite her to my VIP section in the club. I'd spent all night watching as she waited tables and served drinks in that ridiculously short skirt of hers that bared the bottom of her ass when she bent over to drop the trays.
Every drunk man in that club, every horny bastard I'd seen staring at her ass as she walked away I wanted to kill, I came quite close too...
Thankfully Cal and some of my boys got to them first, kicking them out almost as soon as they came in. When Cal walked back in and he saw me still fixated on the mysteriously innocent looking blonde, he nudged one of the men to call her over... big fucking mistake.
Soon as he mentioned my name to her, she looked at him like he'd killed her frickin hamster. He pointed toward the VIP section where I had sat, and instead of immediately acting accordingly, she rolled her eyes at me. Me! She rolled her eyes at fucking Rowan Hunter! I wasn't gonna lie, a part of me was turned on... but not as much as the rest of me was annoyed.
It was one of the most livid I'd ever been in my life. Even with the tall redhead on my right arm and the ditzy short blonde on my left, all I wanted to do was have her. I wanted nothing more than to take her over my lap and spank that ass of hers until she fucking begged me to stop.
Cal had asked if I would like him to bring her to my table by force, I refused. A girl like that... I'd do the honors myself. I was convinced she didn't quite know who she was dealing with, she was so obsessed with standing behind that stupid counter and serving the stupid drinks, that I ended up buying the bar's entire supply of its most expensive liquors, wines, and champagnes, if I could buy her along with it I would've too.
I leaned back with a smile on my face as she walked up to my section, serving the drinks on my table one after the fucking other, every time she bent over and I got a peek of her ass ooh! She was smoking hot and I doubted she even knew it.
Big blue doe eyes, long and perfectly wavy blonde hair, a small pointed nose, and a beautiful diamond face. All she had on was a tight black t-shirt, a short black skirt, an even shorter black apron, and some shin high black boots but my God was she enthralling.
The men sat with me chuckled wryly as she tiredly heaved up the stairs, having been forced to deliver over thirty drinks to my VIP section in five minutes, she looked exhausted.
It was great watching her servitude, the obedience that came with her gently placing the bottles on the table, and the little courtesy she was forced to give after it was over... it was precious. Her complacency was however short-lived the minute Cal walked up to her as she dropped the last of the drinks.
She furrowed her brow at him as I imagined he informed her about my wanting to see her, after which she looked over her shoulder and tore me a vicious glare. I cocked a brow, internally mystified by her boldness, no one disrespected me and ended well, surely she must have known that... right?
She paced toward me, the empty stainless tray in her hand and a slightly reluctant hitch in her step. "Can I help you?" She queried, her light brown brows raised as the corners of her lips curved upward into a fake smile.
My eyes narrowed at her, my gaze slowly lowering down her face, past her neck and down to her chest. I cocked a brow, titling my head slowly as I eyed her gorgeous pair of...
"Perv!" She hissed, folding her arms over her chest as she let out an irritated scoff.
A smile molded at the edge of my lips as some of the men who were sitting next to me shot up with anger, very nearly lunging at her for daring to call me names.
I held out my hand, signaling them to stop.
"What do you want?" She voiced out again, practically unfazed by the dozen men who were about to jump on her ass just a moment ago.
A wry chuckle left my lips, I could keep her standing in front of me all day if I wanted to, I knew the owner of the club, in fact, the club wouldn't even have existed if I hadn't loaned him a hundred grand three years ago... I was a god to him, and VIP for a reason. I thought about it, keeping her with me for as long as I wanted... should I?
Nah... I shook my head as I let out a low laugh, entirely humored by the naughtiness of my thoughts, all the while the poor girl just looked at me like I was crazy.
"Are you gonna answer me?" She asked again, her bitter irritation seeping through her tone.
"Calm down bitch!" The tall redhead on my left hissed, the blonde on my right glaring and nodding in agreement. In all honesty, ever since the bar girl had come to deliver drinks and I'd caught the 4k view of her delicious-looking bubble butt, I'd forgotten they existed.
The blonde had her hand calmly stroking my crotch and the redhead had her nose buried into my neck, each of them more than ready to fall to their knees and take my cock in their mouths if I so ordered it, both women loyally at my service, the submission, the obedience... I thought I liked it until I found myself intrigued by the annoyance on her face.
I thought I'd seen it all from women playing hard to get, the dismissive body language that had a wanting undertone, the use of circuitous phrases to both avoid and accept my invitation, the hateful frowns but loving eyes, she?... she had neither.
She looked visibly irritated by my existence, even more so bothered that I'd called her up, it had me thinking what is it about me that made this girl so viciously angered?
I had my hand pressed on the redhead's ass, her small but perky tits grazing against my suit blazer, she purred happily as her eyes drooped slightly from being high on something, quite possibly smoked a blunt before approaching my section to "see if I needed anything."
I didn't, I wasn't in the mood, but she'd brought her ditzy horny friend and I figured I'd have a threesome outside. The lay was good, but now they were just an inconvenience.
"I'm done with you. Take your friend and get out of here." I whispered into her ear, the loud, horrible club music drowning out the sound of her shocked and offended mumbling as she glared at the bar girl before grabbing the blonde and heading downstairs.
"I asked you a question." She rolled her eyes again, glaring at the women leaving before trailing her gaze at my men who all remained silent. She would possibly have walked out, had two of them not been stood right at the exit. "Is anybody gonna answer me?"
Still ignoring her, I dug my hand into the inner pocket of my blazer and pulled out a cigarette, the guy closest to me offered a lighter, and in a few seconds, I was inhaling the thick menthol smoke.
Her nose scrunched up in disgust. "There's a no smoking policy here."
I let out another chuckle, this time so abrupt that I almost choked on the tobacco. Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter... a couple of my men began laughing too, the amusement openly etched over their faces as she flashed me an even more irritated glare, she didn't understand what was funny, how could she?... someone as ordinary as her couldn't find the humor in telling a man who had shot about five people that very morning not to smoke because it wasn't allowed.
Rowan Hunter doesn't do rules. He never has, and he never will.
I lifted myself to my feet, my eyes still glazing across her form as I dragged in another swig. I paced up to her, and for the first time, I could sense the fear she felt for me... she took a step back. I smiled.
I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her right down the VIP section and out of the club, I knew girls like her, playing hard to get when really all they needed was to be free from prying eyes, free from judgment so they could admit to my face their deepest fears, that they were attracted to me, to the obsessive pain I had to offer.
Aside from my obvious good looks, all women wanted Rowan Hunter because of the darkness they saw in him, I was like a magnet, pulling them into the same corruption that they spent their whole lives both dreading and yearning, after-all moths went after the flame even with the fear of being burnt into ashes.
The thrill they got from having to fight the fundamental parts of themselves that have always told them to stay away from the "bad guy" gave them a high they never wished to come down from. Having to resolve to having an internal war with one's own self for going against everything they've been taught, every moral they upheld, it was waging a war against one's own soul, and these girls were soldiers for my darkness... my dark money, dark looks and even darker heart.
My heart beat for no one, nor would it ever, but in that moment, with my vice-like grip laced around her dainty wrist as I pulled her through the slobbering drunks and horny fucks who ogled endlessly as we walked past, as I dragged her behind me despite her futile attempts to free herself from my hold, despite her spewing profanities and even more annoyed remarks directed toward me... there was a dull thumping in my chest that rang through my ears as I anticipated the moment she'd inevitably fall for me.
My cock stiffened in my pants as I thought about where I would have her, perhaps right now, I would do it against the damn wall outside if I had to, lord knows the countless women I fucked at this club loved it there... the thrill, the fear of being seen, the urgency, it turned them on, just like that.
All I had to do was say my name, two words that made any woman wetter than the fucking Pacific. I could see it happening already, I'd lean into her, tuck a piece of that luscious gold hair behind her ears and whisper Hello beautiful, I'm Rowan Hunter, and by the time I looked at her again, I'd be able to feel every shred of her impervious demeanor peel away like an onion.
Before the night was over, she'd be begging for me to take her home, begging for a taste of my cock, begging to be fucked by me, and I'd be all too glad to do so. I'd rip open that tight shirt of hers and watch as her gorgeous round big tits boinked in my face fuck!
Lifting that short fucking skirt mmm, Pulling her panties to the side Jesus Christ!, wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her brains out oh for the love of God! I was insatiable.
"Let go of me you fucking asshole!!" She yanked her hand away, very nearly tearing her arm off as my grip loosened upon our arrival outside.
The air no longer felt hot and stifled, it was a chilly October night, the little snow that fell about two nights before had completely disappeared, the howling cold breeze and the loud honking of cars and ambulances, coupled with the dull noise of the club's back up generator slowly replaced the horrid music playing inside.
We were both stood in the dark, where none of the club lights could reach, where no one was nearby, and where the cold was so insignificant to the heat radiating between the two of us. She was pressed against the wall and I was pressed against her, my eyes gazing across her big blue orbs as her shivering breaths smoked through the winter air.
"W... what are you d... doing?" She stammered as I leaned closer, my hands on both sides of her head, forcing her to look straight at me. A smile formed on my face as my brow cocked with amusement, she was a hell of a lot less confident when no one was around.
It was a good thing, lacking confidence was definitely a sign of attraction, she was just like the rest, they all talked a good game but they could never suppress the longing for darkness, they craved corruption, I leaned in closer, my lips slowly grazing against the heat of her neck until I could almost see the veins pulsing, the first time I spoke to her, the two words that assured me of bringing any woman down to her knees.
"I'm Rowan Hunter."
My name left my lips but a gust of life burst through me, it won't be long now... the moment I leaned back and her eyes veered into mine, there would be nothing but love, lust, and excitement in them, all with the simple utterance of those two words.
I reclined against her, dropping my hands from the sides of her head but still stood too close to her for her to escape, her head was lowered, some of her hair falling forward and covering her face, the poor thing probably couldn't stop blushing. I cocked a brow as she raised her face, a smirk blooming at the corner of my lips as I awaited her apology and perhaps a profession of love.
As her gaze met mine, the rest of her face, still hidden behind her hair... I felt a chilly wind graze against my cheekbone, one even colder than the winter breeze that threatened to put out the cigarette in my hand.
I took another swig, my brows furrowing as she brushed her hair to the side, tucking the loose strands behind her hair and slowly unveiling the rest of her face. There was no lust... no excitement... and even less love than existed before, all that was left was a caustic shadow, her lips twitched with vexation as she glared defiantly.
"I don't care what you're called!" She hissed as she latched her arms on my shoulder in a quick movement and propelled her knee straight into my crotch.
I almost died. Fuck! My eyes bulged through my head as I coughed out the menthol smoke.
The blinding pain burst through my head like a nuclear bomb, the mushroom smoke completely evaporating every knowledge of every other word in my dictionary except Fuck! I'd kept the pressure in my core to keep myself from falling to the ground, my hand pressed firmly over my balls, enveloped by the fear that they might fall off. The bitch nabbed me in both at once FUCK!
My vision had turned blurry the instant the blow was rendered but I still tell by her hurried footsteps that she had run away.
I had to simmer in the pain for the next few minutes, I couldn't possibly live in a world where my men found out I'd not only been rejected but very nearly almost rendered ineffective by such a small woman.
It went without saying, however, that whatever the girl's name was, Lisa, Stella, Chelsea I didn't fucking care! whoever she was, whether she was the daughter of the frickin POTUS or she cleaned fucking toilets in the morning and worked the bars at night, I would spare no cost, time, or expense in making her life as miserable as I wanted.
Not because she kicked me in the damn balls, but just because, I could feel her defiance jumpstarting something in me, the mischievous part of me that only came out to play when taunted, the part of me that brought hell wherever he went, not because he had to, but merely because he wished it so.
She was now under my radar, and in the worst fucking way possible.ROWAN HUNTER - The Angel's Darkness
There was only ever one woman in my life who'd ever looked me in the eye and told me to fuck off. A 5 foot 5 heap of glitter, spice, and everything nice who'd scrunched her face in disgust when I had my men invite her to my VIP section in the club. I'd spent all night watching as she waited tables and served drinks in that ridiculously short skirt of hers that bared the bottom of her ass when she bent over to drop the trays.
Every drunk man in that club, every horny bastard I'd seen staring at her ass as she walked away I wanted to kill, I came quite close too...
Thankfully Cal and some of my boys got to them first, kicking them out almost as soon as they came in. When Cal walked back in and he saw me still fixated on the mysteriously innocent looking blonde, he nudged one of the men to call her over... big fucking mistake.
Soon as he mentioned my name to her, she looked at him like he'd killed her frickin hamster. He pointed toward the VIP section where I had sat, and instead of immediately acting accordingly, she rolled her eyes at me. Me! She rolled her eyes at fucking Rowan Hunter! I wasn't gonna lie, a part of me was turned on... but not as much as the rest of me was annoyed.
It was one of the most livid I'd ever been in my life. Even with the tall redhead on my right arm and the ditzy short blonde on my left, all I wanted to do was have her. I wanted nothing more than to take her over my lap and spank that ass of hers until she fucking begged me to stop.
Cal had asked if I would like him to bring her to my table by force, I refused. A girl like that... I'd do the honors myself. I was convinced she didn't quite know who she was dealing with, she was so obsessed with standing behind that stupid counter and serving the stupid drinks, that I ended up buying the bar's entire supply of its most expensive liquors, wines, and champagnes, if I could buy her along with it I would've too.
I leaned back with a smile on my face as she walked up to my section, serving the drinks on my table one after the fucking other, every time she bent over and I got a peek of her ass ooh! She was smoking hot and I doubted she even knew it.
Big blue doe eyes, long and perfectly wavy blonde hair, a small pointed nose, and a beautiful diamond face. All she had on was a tight black t-shirt, a short black skirt, an even shorter black apron, and some shin high black boots but my God was she enthralling.
The men sat with me chuckled wryly as she tiredly heaved up the stairs, having been forced to deliver over thirty drinks to my VIP section in five minutes, she looked exhausted.
It was great watching her servitude, the obedience that came with her gently placing the bottles on the table, and the little courtesy she was forced to give after it was over... it was precious. Her complacency was however short-lived the minute Cal walked up to her as she dropped the last of the drinks.
She furrowed her brow at him as I imagined he informed her about my wanting to see her, after which she looked over her shoulder and tore me a vicious glare. I cocked a brow, internally mystified by her boldness, no one disrespected me and ended well, surely she must have known that... right?
She paced toward me, the empty stainless tray in her hand and a slightly reluctant hitch in her step. "Can I help you?" She queried, her light brown brows raised as the corners of her lips curved upward into a fake smile.
My eyes narrowed at her, my gaze slowly lowering down her face, past her neck and down to her chest. I cocked a brow, titling my head slowly as I eyed her gorgeous pair of...
"Perv!" She hissed, folding her arms over her chest as she let out an irritated scoff.
A smile molded at the edge of my lips as some of the men who were sitting next to me shot up with anger, very nearly lunging at her for daring to call me names.
I held out my hand, signaling them to stop.
"What do you want?" She voiced out again, practically unfazed by the dozen men who were about to jump on her ass just a moment ago.
A wry chuckle left my lips, I could keep her standing in front of me all day if I wanted to, I knew the owner of the club, in fact, the club wouldn't even have existed if I hadn't loaned him a hundred grand three years ago... I was a god to him, and VIP for a reason. I thought about it, keeping her with me for as long as I wanted... should I?
Nah... I shook my head as I let out a low laugh, entirely humored by the naughtiness of my thoughts, all the while the poor girl just looked at me like I was crazy.
"Are you gonna answer me?" She asked again, her bitter irritation seeping through her tone.
"Calm down bitch!" The tall redhead on my left hissed, the blonde on my right glaring and nodding in agreement. In all honesty, ever since the bar girl had come to deliver drinks and I'd caught the 4k view of her delicious-looking bubble butt, I'd forgotten they existed.
The blonde had her hand calmly stroking my crotch and the redhead had her nose buried into my neck, each of them more than ready to fall to their knees and take my cock in their mouths if I so ordered it, both women loyally at my service, the submission, the obedience... I thought I liked it until I found myself intrigued by the annoyance on her face.
I thought I'd seen it all from women playing hard to get, the dismissive body language that had a wanting undertone, the use of circuitous phrases to both avoid and accept my invitation, the hateful frowns but loving eyes, she?... she had neither.
She looked visibly irritated by my existence, even more so bothered that I'd called her up, it had me thinking what is it about me that made this girl so viciously angered?
I had my hand pressed on the redhead's ass, her small but perky tits grazing against my suit blazer, she purred happily as her eyes drooped slightly from being high on something, quite possibly smoked a blunt before approaching my section to "see if I needed anything."
I didn't, I wasn't in the mood, but she'd brought her ditzy horny friend and I figured I'd have a threesome outside. The lay was good, but now they were just an inconvenience.
"I'm done with you. Take your friend and get out of here." I whispered into her ear, the loud, horrible club music drowning out the sound of her shocked and offended mumbling as she glared at the bar girl before grabbing the blonde and heading downstairs.
"I asked you a question." She rolled her eyes again, glaring at the women leaving before trailing her gaze at my men who all remained silent. She would possibly have walked out, had two of them not been stood right at the exit. "Is anybody gonna answer me?"
Still ignoring her, I dug my hand into the inner pocket of my blazer and pulled out a cigarette, the guy closest to me offered a lighter, and in a few seconds, I was inhaling the thick menthol smoke.
Her nose scrunched up in disgust. "There's a no smoking policy here."
I let out another chuckle, this time so abrupt that I almost choked on the tobacco. Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter... a couple of my men began laughing too, the amusement openly etched over their faces as she flashed me an even more irritated glare, she didn't understand what was funny, how could she?... someone as ordinary as her couldn't find the humor in telling a man who had shot about five people that very morning not to smoke because it wasn't allowed.
Rowan Hunter doesn't do rules. He never has, and he never will.
I lifted myself to my feet, my eyes still glazing across her form as I dragged in another swig. I paced up to her, and for the first time, I could sense the fear she felt for me... she took a step back. I smiled.
I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her right down the VIP section and out of the club, I knew girls like her, playing hard to get when really all they needed was to be free from prying eyes, free from judgment so they could admit to my face their deepest fears, that they were attracted to me, to the obsessive pain I had to offer.
Aside from my obvious good looks, all women wanted Rowan Hunter because of the darkness they saw in him, I was like a magnet, pulling them into the same corruption that they spent their whole lives both dreading and yearning, after-all moths went after the flame even with the fear of being burnt into ashes.
The thrill they got from having to fight the fundamental parts of themselves that have always told them to stay away from the "bad guy" gave them a high they never wished to come down from. Having to resolve to having an internal war with one's own self for going against everything they've been taught, every moral they upheld, it was waging a war against one's own soul, and these girls were soldiers for my darkness... my dark money, dark looks and even darker heart.
My heart beat for no one, nor would it ever, but in that moment, with my vice-like grip laced around her dainty wrist as I pulled her through the slobbering drunks and horny fucks who ogled endlessly as we walked past, as I dragged her behind me despite her futile attempts to free herself from my hold, despite her spewing profanities and even more annoyed remarks directed toward me... there was a dull thumping in my chest that rang through my ears as I anticipated the moment she'd inevitably fall for me.
My cock stiffened in my pants as I thought about where I would have her, perhaps right now, I would do it against the damn wall outside if I had to, lord knows the countless women I fucked at this club loved it there... the thrill, the fear of being seen, the urgency, it turned them on, just like that.
All I had to do was say my name, two words that made any woman wetter than the fucking Pacific. I could see it happening already, I'd lean into her, tuck a piece of that luscious gold hair behind her ears and whisper Hello beautiful, I'm Rowan Hunter, and by the time I looked at her again, I'd be able to feel every shred of her impervious demeanor peel away like an onion.
Before the night was over, she'd be begging for me to take her home, begging for a taste of my cock, begging to be fucked by me, and I'd be all too glad to do so. I'd rip open that tight shirt of hers and watch as her gorgeous round big tits boinked in my face fuck!
Lifting that short fucking skirt mmm, Pulling her panties to the side Jesus Christ!, wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her brains out oh for the love of God! I was insatiable.
"Let go of me you fucking asshole!!" She yanked her hand away, very nearly tearing her arm off as my grip loosened upon our arrival outside.
The air no longer felt hot and stifled, it was a chilly October night, the little snow that fell about two nights before had completely disappeared, the howling cold breeze and the loud honking of cars and ambulances, coupled with the dull noise of the club's back up generator slowly replaced the horrid music playing inside.
We were both stood in the dark, where none of the club lights could reach, where no one was nearby, and where the cold was so insignificant to the heat radiating between the two of us. She was pressed against the wall and I was pressed against her, my eyes gazing across her big blue orbs as her shivering breaths smoked through the winter air.
"W... what are you d... doing?" She stammered as I leaned closer, my hands on both sides of her head, forcing her to look straight at me. A smile formed on my face as my brow cocked with amusement, she was a hell of a lot less confident when no one was around.
It was a good thing, lacking confidence was definitely a sign of attraction, she was just like the rest, they all talked a good game but they could never suppress the longing for darkness, they craved corruption, I leaned in closer, my lips slowly grazing against the heat of her neck until I could almost see the veins pulsing, the first time I spoke to her, the two words that assured me of bringing any woman down to her knees.
"I'm Rowan Hunter."
My name left my lips but a gust of life burst through me, it won't be long now... the moment I leaned back and her eyes veered into mine, there would be nothing but love, lust, and excitement in them, all with the simple utterance of those two words.
I reclined against her, dropping my hands from the sides of her head but still stood too close to her for her to escape, her head was lowered, some of her hair falling forward and covering her face, the poor thing probably couldn't stop blushing. I cocked a brow as she raised her face, a smirk blooming at the corner of my lips as I awaited her apology and perhaps a profession of love.
As her gaze met mine, the rest of her face, still hidden behind her hair... I felt a chilly wind graze against my cheekbone, one even colder than the winter breeze that threatened to put out the cigarette in my hand.
I took another swig, my brows furrowing as she brushed her hair to the side, tucking the loose strands behind her hair and slowly unveiling the rest of her face. There was no lust... no excitement... and even less love than existed before, all that was left was a caustic shadow, her lips twitched with vexation as she glared defiantly.
"I don't care what you're called!" She hissed as she latched her arms on my shoulder in a quick movement and propelled her knee straight into my crotch.
I almost died. Fuck! My eyes bulged through my head as I coughed out the menthol smoke.
The blinding pain burst through my head like a nuclear bomb, the mushroom smoke completely evaporating every knowledge of every other word in my dictionary except Fuck! I'd kept the pressure in my core to keep myself from falling to the ground, my hand pressed firmly over my balls, enveloped by the fear that they might fall off. The bitch nabbed me in both at once FUCK!
My vision had turned blurry the instant the blow was rendered but I still tell by her hurried footsteps that she had run away.
I had to simmer in the pain for the next few minutes, I couldn't possibly live in a world where my men found out I'd not only been rejected but very nearly almost rendered ineffective by such a small woman.
It went without saying, however, that whatever the girl's name was, Lisa, Stella, Chelsea I didn't fucking care! whoever she was, whether she was the daughter of the frickin POTUS or she cleaned fucking toilets in the morning and worked the bars at night, I would spare no cost, time, or expense in making her life as miserable as I wanted.
Not because she kicked me in the damn balls, but just because, I could feel her defiance jumpstarting something in me, the mischievous part of me that only came out to play when taunted, the part of me that brought hell wherever he went, not because he had to, but merely because he wished it so.
She was now under my radar, and in the worst fucking way possible.