18. Cassidy

"You ready forthat dinner date yet, Cass?" my dickhead ex asks as he takes the spot right next to Hayden at the bar. He leans forward, his gaze locked on me, and I have to force myself not to shiver in disgust. He could seriously use a knee to the balls or a knife to the dick. Maybe both. "I changed my mind, though. You"re taking too long to decide, so every day you take to think about it, I"ll take a grand off my offer."

Hayden stiffens beside him and I know he"s about to do something violent. It"s billowing off him like smoke, the rage he"s feeling. But I can"t let him do that. I need to handle this myself. I step forward, ignoring how close it puts me to Roman"s face and how much I want to punch him in his stupid, smug mouth. "I"m not interested in your offer. And if you don"t back the hell off, I"ll call the cops and have your ass thrown in jail for harassment."

Roman just smirks. "I think you"ve forgotten your place—"

The barstool clatters to the ground as Hayden stands up, towering over Roman, who looks like he wants to hit my man. Wait, not my man, this man. Hayden. "You need to back the fuck off before I break every bone in your body." His voice is quiet and terrifying, and it sends shivers down my spine in a way Roman"s never has.

"Why the hell do you think you have any right to get between Cass and me?" My ex asks, trying to puff out his chest and look intimidating, but Hayden"s not having it.

I'm so very over this dick measuring contest between these two. I appreciate Hayden defending me or whatever, and his jealousy admittedly does all sorts of things between my legs, but I don't need him fighting my battles for me.

I can handle Roman.

Hayden leans forward until they"re nose-to-nose and I can"t hear what he says, but whatever it is, Roman"s eyes go wide and then narrow before he scurries back across the bar to the new girl, Saylor. She's got no problem flirting with Roman, and I'm happy to let her make her own mistakes.

Hayden reaches down and rights his stool before sinking back onto it, folding his muscular arms across his chest and leveling a lethal look at me that sends goosebumps scattering across my skin. "Looks like we need to discuss some things, don't we, Princess?"

I swallow hard, wishing I could tell him to butt out and let me handle things on my own, but I"m learning that Hayden Vaughn isn"t the type to be told what to do. And honestly, I"m kind of into it.

Okay, more than kind of.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask, leaning forward and letting my gaze drift over his face. He"s so damn handsome it hurts. "That I had no choice but to borrow money from my asshole ex to keep my family"s bar? That my uncle technically kept it running, but it was about to go under and I couldn"t handle losing another part of them? That said dickhole ex is now holding that debt over my head? That I"m working on it, but until I get out from under the debt, there"s not a lot I can do about Roman?" I growl in frustration, breathing hard as I grab a rag and aggressively wipe the already clean bar top. "My life"s a fucking mess, okay? But I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Hayden. I"m fixing it."

He narrows his eyes, his jaw ticking as his biceps flex and I get distracted staring at them, tracing the map of veins bulging under his skin. "How?"

I shrug and look away, mumbling, "I"m selling content on OnlyFans."

He's silent, so I chance a look at him, and his eyes are nearly black and his nostrils flare. "You"re selling what?"

Shit.

Why the hell did I tell him that? "Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything."

He leans forward until we"re inches apart, those dark eyes drilling into mine. Digging down to the center of my soul and forcing his way inside. "Show me."

"What?" I ask, blinking at him. "No way."

"Show. Me," he demands again, his voice low, which is somehow worse than if he were yelling.

"No."

He pulls out his phone, not taking his eyes off me until it"s unlocked. Then his attention drops to the screen and he furiously taps. "I just followed, but you don't have a subscription option," he says and I think his fingers are shaking as he types, he"s that pissed off. His eyes come up to meet mine. They"re filled with a possessive fire that makes my stomach clench.

"Um," I tuck my hair behind my ear, then I remember I'm not doing anything wrong and I tilt my chin up. "I charge by the content instead."

"Show me."

Shit, shit, shit.

He slides his phone across the bar and I grab it, pulling up the video I posted of me fingering myself while I thought about him. I turn the phone back toward him and he looks around, shifting so no one can see the screen as he buys and then presses play on the video. I almost laugh at how ridiculous his trying to hide it is considering it's out there on the internet for anyone with twenty bucks to see.

I try not to react as he watches it with an intensity that causes me to squirm. When he"s done, he sets the phone down and locks the screen.

"Delete your account."

My eyes go wide, then narrow as I fold my arms across my chest, getting ready to go to war with him over this. "What? No."

Hayden's stare burns into me. "I don"t share."

"I"m not yours," I argue, but it sounds weak even to my own ears because we both know the truth. And he's not wrong when he calls me a liar. "And you have no right to tell me what to do."

"You are mine," he growls, standing up and stalking around the bar. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back office, ignoring Lila"s protests and my own as he drags me up the stairs and through the door, slamming it behind us. "Since you refuse to delete the account, from now on you"re only posting content you make with me."

"I can"t do that."

"Why? I"m assuming you won"t let me just pay him off so you"ll shut it down."

His gaze drills into me and I find myself shrinking under it before I remember I"m not some helpless little thing who needs a man to save her.

My chin lifts and I give him a slow clap that only infuriates him more to the point he's actually shaking with the effort to hold himself back. Then I smile up at him. "Well, look at that. You can learn. Good boy."

Hayden"s eyes darken and he stalks toward me, forcing me back until I hit the edge of my desk. He leans forward, his hands on either side of my hips and his lips inches from mine. "You"re playing with fire, Princess."

"Good," I whisper, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his. "Maybe I want to get burned."

He groans and we meet in the middle, a clash of tongues and teeth, lips and breath while the metal in his tongue blows my mind. He kisses me like he'll die if he doesn't. And I admit everything with the way I'm kissing him, telling him all the things I refuse to say out loud.

He drinks down every single one of my truths and still pushes for more.

"Give me your phone and get on your knees," he grits out as he pulls back. His eyes are wild, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs in a harsh rhythm. He's like an apex predator, looming over me and ready to attack. "Now."

A shiver shoots down my spine as I do what he says, unlocking my phone and handing it to him before sinking to my knees. My gaze drops to the bulge behind his pants and I'm stuck in a trance, frozen to the spot as I watch him reach down and flick open the button. Then he rips the zipper down so hard, I hear the fabric tear.

His black boxer briefs are stretched tight across his dick and god I want to touch it. To taste it. I lick my lips but don't move, not until Hayden tells me to. Am I submissive? Hell, no.

But I recognize the dangerous energy radiating off Hayden and while normally pushing him until he snaps is all sorts of fun, I think he's already there. He's snapped. And pushing him past that doesn't seem like a great idea.

He yanks down his boxers enough to get his dick out, and it's long and thick and dripping pre-cum from the pierced tip.

He taps at the screen of my phone for a second before aiming it down at me. He"s watching me with eyes so dark they"re almost black and the hand that"s not holding my phone tangles in my hair. His forearm flexes, the number twenty-nine tattoo shifting as his muscles bunch.

Before this is over, there's a good chance I'm going to be a puddle on the floor at his feet.

"Suck it."

I lean forward and lick up the length of him, flicking one of his piercings with my tongue. The taste of him fills my mouth and I groan, wanting more. His grip on my hair tightens as I suck him deep and let him hit the back of my throat until I gag.

He curses, pulling back and thrusting forward again, fucking my mouth with short, hard strokes that turn me into a wet and needy mess. "Look at what a perfect little slut you are for me, taking my cock down that pretty throat," Hayden purrs, adjusting his hold on the camera. He pulls out of my mouth and I chase him with my tongue, but his grip in my hair holds me off. "So greedy."

He tilts my chin up so I'm looking straight into the camera on my phone and I'm sure I look wrecked with tears down my face and my hair a knotted disaster.

"This body belongs to me, doesn"t it, Princess?" he asks, brushing his dick across my lips as I try to suck it back into my mouth. "Only me." The tip of his cock drags across my bottom lip again. "You need it, don"t you? My cum sliding down your throat, filling you up so I"m inside you where I belong?"

"Yes."

He teases me with his cock, and I stick out my tongue when he gets close, but he never quite lets me have more than a lick. I'm getting tired of the way he's playing with me, so I grip his thighs, digging my nails in while I try to get my mouth back on him.

I'm soaked between my thighs, dripping and empty in an almost painful way.

His grin is savage as he aims the phone camera down his abs and captures every second of my surrender. I've raised the white flag, succumbed to him totally, trusting him with my body. Trusting he'll give me everything I need.

He pushes his dick between my lips again, smearing pre-cum across my cheek and lips as he does. Painting me with him. Turning me into his masterpiece.

Any sweetness disappears as Hayden rolls his hips forward in a serpentine motion that'll tell the whole world he fucks like a god. When he hits the back of my throat again, I choke and gag, but he holds himself deep, not giving me air until my lungs burn and my eyes sting with tears.

But I love it. I love the way he"s losing control.

I love the way his jealousy makes him deranged.

My feminism is off sobbing in the corner, but I don"t even care because this might be the hottest thing that"s ever happened to me.

"Fuck," he growls, his thrusts getting sloppy as he gets closer to coming. "Your lips were made to be wrapped around my cock." He pulls out of my mouth and strokes himself, aiming the phone camera at me as he groans, shooting his cum on my face and chest. It's hot and sticky as it drips down my skin. "So fucking perfect."

He drops my phone on the desk and leans forward to kiss me hard, licking his cum off my lips before pushing me onto my back on the floor, ripping my jeans down my thighs. "What—"

But my words are lost as he bends me in half and shoves his cum-coated tongue inside of me. I grip his hair as he pushes it in and out, then laps at my clit, flicking it with his tongue ring until I'm shaking.

I'd sell my soul to come right now, and I'm pretty sure that's how he wanted me because that's the exact second he pulls back.

The death glare I give him should drop him on the spot as he tucks himself away and uses his fingers to scoop up whatever's left on my skin and push them inside of me. He smirks at the look on my face. "Next time I"ll come down your throat, but I had to show all the internet pervs who you belong to." He uses his tongue on my neck and it's like he's licking my clit with the way it pulses between my legs. Fuck him for not letting me come. When he"s done, he kisses my nose. "I should keep you like this always, as desperate for me as I am for you."

"I"m not desperate," I snap, even though we both know it"s a lie.

The smile he graces me with this time is sweeter than normal. Smug, maybe. "No taking it back now. It"s out in the world that you"re mine." He helps me up and pulls me against his body, his arms wrapping around me and holding me tight. It feels good. It feels like home. Smells like it, too.

Shit.

I pull back and shove at his chest, trying to get some distance between us before I do something stupid like fall in love with him. Then his words hit me and I look up at him. "Wait, what do you mean it"s out in the world?"

His smirk is downright devious. "I hit upload on the video to your OnlyFans. Now they"ll all be wishing they could be me, and they're gonna have to pay forty bucks to unlock it." He leans forward and kisses me again before stepping away and walking toward the door. "And don"t even think about taking it down, Princess. I"ll just keep uploading it."

I stare after him as he walks out of the office and back into the bar, leaving me standing here with cum still drying in my hair and my world turned upside down.

What the hell just happened?

And why do I kind of want it to happen again?