Olivia:

“Hey, where’s my drink!”

A man, already dead drunk, yelled at me for his large beer.

This was my new life. I could barely keep up after turning my back on everything and moving to this city. I had to survive.

I worked here at this biker club, Devil’s Gear, for the meantime. I wanted more for myself, even though part of me believed I didn’t deserve a better life or a better future.

I had run away from Little Elm and left my mother behind. Some nights I woke up swearing I could hear his voice, that same guttural laugh that used to rattle my bones. But it was impossible. He was gone.

And his debts… his debts were still haunting me like ghosts I couldn’t shake off.

So I had to take whatever I could find and work with it.

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“I’m asking for my drink, you bitch!” the drunk repeated, slamming his empty glass on the counter hard enough to make my shoulders shiver.

“I heard you,” I muttered, grabbing a bottle from the shelf. Before I could pour, his hand shot out, rough and wrinkled fingers grabbing my wrist.

“Do it faster, sweetheart,” he smiled mischievously, his breath sour against my face.

I snapped, trying to twist free, but his grip only tightened. My stomach clenched. This behavior wasn’t new in a bar, but I didn’t see myself getting used to it anytime soon. It made my blood boil.

“Oh come on, don’t struggle with me, let’s have a little fun. You know, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be hiding behind a bar anyway,” he said, leaning closer to my chest, his other hand gripping my butt cheek, and winking.

I scoffed while putting the bottle of beer on the table forcefully.

“Get your hands off me right now.” I held my ground.

“Ouuu, she’s feisty and trying to resist,” he said to the other guys sitting beside him, all of them laughing. He grabbed my butt cheek again. “Come on, don’t fight it, I’ll pay you for your wonderful services.” He said, now sizing my body from head to toe.

Before I could stomp on his feet with my heels, a tall, handsome man wearing a leather jacket with nothing underneath, showcasing his abs and jet black hair, walked up to the table. He placed a heavy hand on the drunk’s shoulder and pressed down hard.

“I believe this young lady isn’t interested in your offer,” he said, still pressing on the man’s shoulder.

“Ow, ow!” the drunk yelled, tapping his shoulder, trying to break free, but it was no use.

“Let go, you bastard!” he shouted, still struggling in pain. “Who are you to come between me and this whore? I’m only trying to have a little bit of fun.”

“Fun? But she asked you to let go,” the man said, his voice low and steady.

“So what, I still want to have fun with her! Is that so wrong?”

“Piece of shit.” He punched the drunk square in the cheek. “Now get out of here and never come back, unless you want to end up in prison for the rest of your life for sexual assault.”

The drunk held his cheek in shock, stumbling back with a nervous laugh. “Hey, man, relax. I’m just playing around.” He scurried out of the bar with his goons trailing behind.

My wrist was still tingling where the drunk had held me. The man in the leather jacket turned his gaze to me, steady and unreadable, and for some reason I felt like he could see more than I wanted him to.

“Are you alright, Miss?” he asked.

I nodded quickly. “Yeah. Thank you for stepping in.”

“Not a problem,” he said with a soft smile. He slid a bill onto the counter without breaking eye contact. “Forget his order. I’ll cover it. Just pour me something strong.”

I started to reach for his glass, ready to refill it, but then I hesitated.

“You know what?” I said, sliding it back toward him. “This one’s on me. For saving me from that creep earlier.”

His brow arched, and a smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re buying me a drink?”

“Yeah. Don’t look so surprised.” I tried to sound casual, though my heart was hammering. “Just consider it a thank you from me,” I said, smiling.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar, his gaze locked on mine. “Interesting. Most people want something from me. You’re offering instead.”

I laughed nervously, grabbing a bottle. “Relax. I’m just offering to pay for your drink, not giving you anything flashy or serious,” I said, pouring the drink into his glass.

Still, the way he watched me pour the whiskey, his eyes dragging over every little movement I made, made me feel like I’d just stepped into dangerous territory without realizing it.

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Shortly after, another man dressed in a neatly tailored navy-blue suit walked up to him. They greeted each other like old acquaintances, clinking glasses of whiskey before settling into an easy conversation.

I kept moving around the bar, serving drinks and clearing empty glasses, but my attention kept drifting back to the man in the leather jacket. But it wasn’t just me either. Every so often, I’d catch him stealing quick glances my way, his eyes lingering just long enough to make my heart beat faster before he looked back down at his drink.

And each time, he’d take a slow sip of his whiskey, as if he wasn’t in any rush.

After an hour or so, the man in the navy blue suit eventually checked his watch, muttered something I couldn’t catch, and pushed back his chair. He tapped the man in the leather jacket on his shoulder before heading out, leaving him alone at the table with half a glass of whiskey and an unreadable expression.

I tried to distract myself with the other things to be done at the bar, collecting the empties and wiping down tables, but the air between us kept pulling me back. Every time I glanced over, his eyes were already on me, like he was measuring me and almost like he was waiting for me to make the first move.

By the time customers started leaving the bar and the music quieted, I couldn’t pretend anymore. My hands were busy, but my mind wasn’t, suddenly it felt like it was just the two of us in the whole bar.

I walked over, my heart beating way too fast. His glass was nearly empty, and before I thought twice, I reached for the bottle behind me.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked.

He looked up at me and hesitated before he responded, and for a second I thought he was going to tell me no. But instead, he tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving in that infuriating almost-smile.

“Go ahead,” he said, sliding his glass closer to me.

I poured him another drink, then filled one for myself, even though I wasn’t technically in the mood for a drink. My hands shook just a little, but I ignored it and sat down across from him.

“I don’t usually sit with customers,” I said, half an excuse, half a confession.

“Then why now?” he asked.

I met his gaze, forcing myself not to look away. “Because you’re hot.”

That earned me a real smile this time, quick and gone just as fast. He raised his glass to me, and I clinked mine against his.

The whiskey burned on the way down, but not half as much as the way his eyes stayed on me, watching every reaction.

“You’ve got guts,” he said finally.

“Or maybe I just don’t know better,” I muttered.

He let out a soft chuckle, and it sent a shiver through me. “Either way, I like it.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. If anything, I couldn’t stop looking at him, his jawline, the way the leather jacket stretched over his shoulders, the roughness in his hands when he set his glass down.

And then, before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t look shocked. If anything, he looked like he’d been waiting for me to say it.

“Well do you?” he asked back, his voice low, testing.

My mouth went dry, but I nodded. “Yes.”

That was all it took. He leaned forward, one hand sliding to the back of my neck as his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss was nothing soft or tentative. It was just raw, consuming, like he’d been holding back the entire night and finally let go. I gasped, clutching at his jacket as the taste of whiskey and heat filled me.

We didn’t stop when the chair scraped, when the table rattled, when my glass nearly toppled. His mouth moved over mine with hunger, pulling me out of every thought except the way he made me feel. He made me feel alive, reckless, and wanted.

By the time he pulled back, we were both breathless. His forehead rested against mine for a second, his voice rough when he whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

He stood, tugging me with him, and I didn’t hesitate when he led me toward the back hallway. My pulse was racing so fast I could barely hear the fading music behind us.

We finally got to the hotel across the street and headed inside. He booked us a room quickly, and before you know it we were making out in the elevator, unable to take our hands off each other.

The desire kept eating me up inside. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him before he slammed me against the opposite walls. His hands had a mind of their own, feeling every inch of my body before he finally settled on my ass and the other on my tit, underneath my crop top that did a terrible job at hiding it.

His grip was firm, almost desperate, like he’d been starving for this and couldn’t believe he finally had me in his arms. His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that matched mine, rough and demanding, and every groan from his chest only made me weaker.

My soft, breathy moans filled the entire elevator. He was loving it just as I was, and his cock pressed against me, making me feel how much I messed with him. My pants were soaked right through. A louder moan escaped my mouth straight to his as soon as I felt him.

I bit on his lower lip, just the right amount of pressure to mix the right amount of pain into this pleasure spell. He growled low in his throat, his hands tightening like he was losing the battle to hold back.

My hips rolled and thrusted in sync with his while my fingers pulled on his hair. The sound of his harsh breathing against my ear made it feel like we were burning up the whole space.

We finally got to the bedroom and he immediately laid me down on the bed and took off his jacket, his chest rising and falling hard like he was fighting to keep control. He came closer to me as I was lying on the bed, his eyes roaming over me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

My hands gently ran through his waistline to his chest.

And he whispered to me.

“Are you sure you want this?” His voice was low, almost strained, like he was giving me one last chance to stop him before he lost all restraint.

I nodded my head immediately, because I wanted this badly, desperately. My life was already a shit hole and having a one-night stand with a stranger wasn’t going to cause me any harm, and I knew I was going to leave here with regret if I didn’t fuck this stranger right now.

“I want words, miss. You nodding isn’t going to cut it.” His gaze was fixed on my eyes and his jaw tense, waiting for me to say yes desperately.

“Yes, I want this,” I said, putting my hands behind his neck and pulling him to kiss me.

“Yes, I want this,” I said, putting my hands behind his neck and pulling him to kiss me.

That was all he needed. His mouth crashed onto mine, harder than before, like my words had unshackled something in him. His hand slid under my crop top, caressing my boobs, rough against my skin, and I arched into him as if my body had been waiting for that touch all along.

His kiss was wild, reckless, devouring. Every time his tongue brushed mine, I moaned louder, tugging at his hair until he groaned against my lips. The sounds shot straight through me, leaving me trembling.

He pushed my crop top higher, his palm covering my breast, his thumb grazing over my nipple, and put his mouth on my nipples until I gasped into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to look at me.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, like he couldn’t believe how badly he wanted me.

I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He let out a little laugh.

“Here, let me help,” he said, now taking off his belt, unbuttoning his pants and taking off his jeans, letting them drop to the ground.

I was amazed by the size of his cock as I let out a large gasp and sized his body from head to toe, arching my hips backwards.

He pushed me flat against the mattress, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, his weight heavy and demanding over me. The other hand slid down between my thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of my pants.

“Already soaked for me,” he murmured, his tone dark with satisfaction. “You want me that bad?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice breaking as he pressed harder, teasing me through the thin material. “Please…”

That word snapped something in him. He yanked my pants down in one motion, tossing them aside, and then he was touching me properly. His fingers slid against me, circling until my back arched off the bed and I cried out loud without meaning to.

“God, you sound so good,” he rasped, kissing me again to swallow the noises spilling out of me. His hips ground down against mine, his hardness pressing right where I ached for him.

“Condom,” I gasped, pulling back just enough to look at him.

He reached into his jacket pocket without hesitation, tearing the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine.

When he slid into me, it was all at once, and I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. “Fuck… you feel incredible.”

His eyes roamed over me hungrily, taking in every curve, every line like he wanted to memorize the sight of me under him. The way his gaze darkened when it landed on my breasts and dipped lower made heat rush all the way through me. I’d never been looked at like that before, like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

The pace was rough from the start. Each thrust deep and demanding, like he wanted to claim every part of me. My nails dug into his back, dragging across his skin, and his hips only drove harder. It was beautiful chaos, messy and intoxicating.

“Say my name,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips at my ear.

“I don’t even know your name,” I gasped between moans.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, a smirk on his lips even as sweat dripped down his temple. “Good.” He thrust harder, making me whimper. “Then remember me like this.”

I shattered under him, my climax tearing through me, and the way I clenched around him made him lose control too. He cursed, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep one last time.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, his body heavy on mine, his hand tangled in my hair.

We lay there together until we slept off, and by the time I woke up the next morning he was gone.