Heartless - Jade West Page 0,18

in photos – a cocky, smirking performer with a decent ripple of meat through his frame. Hardly a surprise the room was cheering for him. Especially not when his voice started up and flowed right through the venue.

He was good.

I looked across at blondie, and pussy boy at her side was air punching and whooping. He ducked down to Elaine, and she was laughing as they cheered.

“I LOVE Blue Hawk,” the pink-haired girl at my side squealed, and I forced my attention back to her.

“Love Blue Hawk enough to be your favorite?”

“My favorite EVER,” she told me. “He’s been my favorite for years. I’ve been waiting for this gig for months. I’m at every one of his I could book these next three months. Every single one!”

Oh, the challenge. Oh, to surpass her years’ worth of excitement with one tiny click of my fingers.

I pressed my mouth to her ear, and she tensed. I loved how she tensed for me.

My eyes were on Elaine Constantine when I spoke next, loud enough for pink hair to hear me, even as the bass from the stage struck up loud.

“Come outside with me,” I said. “Now.”

She flinched and pulled away, flashing me one hell of a look of confusion.

I leaned back in. “Now.”

She beckoned me closer, tight enough that I could feel her breath on my neck.

“Sure, I will . . . just after Hawk has finished, yeah? I really want to see him play.”

I shook my head.

She stared. Thinking.

“Now,” I repeated. “Now or never.”

I was ready to offer pink hair cash incentives for leaving the gig of her life, finding out how accurate my predictions were as to how much she’d demand for her flesh. But I didn’t need to. Her eyes were just too hungry. She’d be a freebie at my fingertips.

I’d always been arrogant, but even I took pleasure in the way she looked at me in that moment. It seems I was still as godly attractive as ever, even dressed up as Terence Kingsley in shitty clothes, in some shitty dive, amongst shitty people.

“Okay,” she said, with a girly little smile. “Let’s go.”

I should’ve done it, just for the cheap thrill. Under any normal circumstances I would have. I’d have dragged her outside and used her until she screamed.

I stared down at her, and her eager smile, and the want in her eyes, but for once, I didn’t want it. I didn’t want her pain. I didn’t want anything but the bitch of a blonde across the room.

The amusement at my realization tickled me.

The confusion on Pinkie’s face as I left her standing there tickled me even more.

I was smirking as I tipped my bottle to her, moving away.

“Forget it and enjoy your gig, sweetheart,” I said.

She stepped towards me, cheeks burning bright as she registered my laughter. She wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. Not for me.

The embarrassment and shame on her face made me want her more. But not enough.

The crowd thrusted forward as another song started up and removed me from her view. I wasted no time and slipped away, weaving my way between the bodies.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer to the bitch of a temptress across the floor with every breath and every step.

My cock was swollen in my pants, and it wasn’t for the clumsy bitch that I’d left behind. It was for the woman in front of me, the beautiful virgin whore, who didn’t yet know she was a whore.

She was swaying on her feet, holding her beer up high, and the fool at her side was swaying along with her, tipping his head to the beat.

I could’ve stepped up behind her and slit her throat without a word. I could’ve slipped away before people even knew what had happened, out of there in a flash as the room ran wild with panic.

I could’ve, but I didn’t. I didn’t want that. It would be too much of a waste. Far too much of a waste.

I wanted to see her pain with my reflection in her eyes. Slowly. Oh, so slowly.

I wanted to take her as mine as she moaned and murmured and begged.

It was a dark thrill in my gut as I stepped up behind her, close enough to catch her scent. Orchids and plums were wafting from her perfume, just like at Tinsley’s ball. It only added to the zing inside me as it brought the memories pounding back. The feeling of her body, so willing against mine. Her mouth so wet and hungry. Her