Chapter 6

Shay-Lee

"Ididn't dare hope you'd be back so soon," Dion said as he sat beside me on the leather couch and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Tapping the corner of the mask adorning my face that he had given me, he smirked. "But here you are, looking as dazzling as you did the other night."

"I didn't come here for you." I pushed his hand away while continuing to stare at the Black Gatto dancing on the stage. Watching him perform shirtless was mind-blowing. It almost seemed like the beat followed him instead of the opposite, with how well he controlled each and every movement of his body. Thanks to the lighting on the stage, I could see more of him tonight. And oh, if my eyes and dick didn't enjoy the show.

The first time I saw him, thick stubble coated his face, while today, his strong jaw was clean-shaven. It helped me to see more of his cupid-bow lips. As he danced, I was able to examine some of his ink, such as the skull design on the left side of his stomach and the heart on the right. Flowers decorated his pecs and surrounded his dark nipples like ornaments, a skull with roses on his sternum, and two full sleeves in a patches style. I always had an eye for details, hence why I also noticed the big scar he had on his lower back, which wasn't covered with ink. I wanted to know everything about this scar, from what caused it, when he got it, and how much it hurt when he did.

"Oh, I know you didn't come here for me," Dion purred, pulling me closer. I didn't mind his proximity, considering I'd already decided we were about to fuck again. "You came for him. He's good, isn't he?"

The track changed, and now a new song was playing. With zero effort, his body adjusted to the new rhythm as he started to roll his hips before holding on to the golden pole and spinning around. I'd seen pole dancing before, but nothing like the way he did it. He was so masculine, somehow able to combine parkour, hip-hop, and gymnastics into an erotic dance. The man was incredibly talented, which only made him even more attractive.

Licking my lips, I nodded. "He is."

"Unfortunately for you, he has one very specific rule." Dion dragged out his words while using his fingers to move the collar of my shirt so he'd have access to my neck.

"And that rule is?"

"No men." He caressed his lips over my neck, giving me a few kisses in the process.

Disappointment hit me like a fucking truck. "Is it up for negotiation?"

"The last gentleman who tried ended up with a broken nose."

Tucking my bottom lip underneath my teeth, I started nibbling on it when Dion's hand grabbed my jaw and forcefully brought my mouth to his. Pushing his tongue in, he swirled it around mine and deepened the kiss when I tried to gasp for air. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, I liked it, especially when he used his other hand to cup me over my pants, giving my hard dick a firm squeeze. A moan escaped me, earning a throaty chuckle from him.

"Looks like you already managed to piss him off." For a second there, I didn't understand what he was talking about, but then I opened my eyes and saw the Black Gatto staring at us from the stage. His dark stare was pinned on me, filling my body with inflaming arousal. All I wanted at that moment was for him to strip me naked, force me to my knees, and pound my hole until I was a pure, pitiful mess.

"Mon Dieu, you're sexy," Dion groaned while sucking the sensitive skin on my neck and squeezing my dick harder, almost making me cry.

Wanting to know more about my Gatto, I ignored his flattery. "Why is he so angry?" I asked, still not looking away from the Gatto, even though his eyes held nothing but disdain.

"Because you're staring at him," Dion panted, his palm massaging my erection roughly. "While getting off."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I gasped. "Oh."

Dion laughed. "Does it make you hot? Being watched?"

I nodded.

Despite looking at us with disgust, the Black Gatto still couldn't take his eyes off me. My face heated up under my mask as my cock leaked into my boxer briefs. Every part of my body was pumped with adrenaline as he continued to stare at me from across the room, his gaze piercing into my soul, making me fucking wet.

"This isn't the place for this," Dion said, cutting my arousal in its prime and making me frown at him. "Nah, don't give me that pissed look," he tsked, and the awful sound immediately made me think of Orson. In a split second, my body shifted from being on fire to ice-cold, and it shut down. Filled with shame and self-hatred, I stopped grinding my dick against his hand.

"What's the matter?" Dion scanned me carefully, noticing the change.

I had two options. The first was to push Dion away from me and call it a night. If I went with that option, I would just spend another sleepless night in my bed, with nothing but my thoughts to haunt me. Desperate to not feel this pain, I chose the second option.

Grabbing him by the hem of his shirt, I pulled Dion closer and clashed our mouths together in a brutal kiss. I wasn't aroused, nor did the touch stir lust in my guts, but I didn't care. My purpose now wasn't pleasure but pain. Pure, physical pain that would overcome the one piercing my stomach and chest to the point I could hardly breathe.

"I want you to fuck me. To take me apart until I pass out. Can you do that?"

The sick grin on his face was enough to tell me his answer. Standing up, he offered me his hand, which I took. And while following wherever he was taking me, I dared to look over my shoulder, hoping to catch another glance at him, but he was already gone, moved on to his clients.