The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(86)

“That’s easy, Ana. I own you,” he answers, and his words strike fear deep inside of me.

So much for keeping my head down and not drawing any attention.





I watch her eyes dilate with my announcement. Her breathing hitches in her chest. Fear. It can be the biggest aphrodisiac there is. At least for me. Ana’s picture didn’t do her justice. She’s f*cking delicious. A tad too skinny, but she has a plump round ass that I plan to leave pink with my handprints, and tits that beg a man to fill his mouth with them and bite, marking them. Strangely enough, the part of her body that draws most of my attention is her neck. It’s long and slender, the delicate bones and corded muscle calling to the animal inside of me, and I want to clamp my teeth there every f*cking day, leaving a bruise to broadcast to any f*cking person around, man or woman, that she’s taken. My dick, the stupid f*ck, jerks again. He’s been standing at attention ever since I saw Ana’s picture, and being this close to her is just making it worse.

“Ready to go?” I ask, my voice brusque. I’m so f*cking hard it’s painful. I plan on pounding into that body and leaving her so sore, she won’t walk right for a week. It will serve her right for tying my dick up in knots.

“Go?”

“Yeah, pet, we have somewhere we need to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll call Big Joe in here to deal with you,” she huffs, and those eyes grab my attention. Her file said violet, and maybe they are, but right now I’d swear I could see sparks of silver. I’ve never seen anything like them before, and I’ve always been the kind of man who likes to collect rare finds.

“Go ahead, call Joe,” I dare her.

That seems to take her back for a moment. “Joe!” she calls, her voice thick with panic.

“Yeah, Ana?” Joe says, coming back through the small area that leads to the dressing room. “Oh! Hey, Mr. Anthes. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he adds.

My eyes never leave Ana’s. I see the moment that recognition flares in Ana’s eyes.

“You’re Mr. Anthes?” she asks in a whisper.

The words reach me, but barely. I’m enjoying the way her throat muscles move as she swallows. I feel my cock stretch against my slacks, demanding release. In my head, I’m picturing holding onto Ana’s blonde mane and force-feeding her my cock, making her take me all the way back, stretching that pretty little throat just before she swallows down my cum.

“I am,” I confirm, knowing that even if she doesn’t know me personally, she will recognize the name that signs her paychecks. I grab the coat folded over her small dressing table when she stands. “Put this on. We have business to discuss.”

“Business?” Her hand goes up to her throat. I don’t bother answering her; instead, I hold the coat for her to slide into. “What kind of business, Mr. Anthes?” she asks.

She looks like a small, frightened doe who’s just been discovered by the hunter, who has her in his sights and his gun loaded. My mouth twists in a wry smile. It’s an accurate analogy because she is my prey and I’m definitely loaded and ready to fire into her—or maybe on her.

“Now, Ana,” I order, and it could be my imagination, but I see a shiver of awareness run through her body.

“I can’t leave,” she protests, standing. “I have another set.”

“No, I don’t believe you do. Joe? Get one of the other girls to fill in for Ana.”

“Sure thing, boss. Libby can do it.”

“I can’t afford to take off.” I ignore her answer. “I need to put my clothes on,” she says, holding on tightly to the belt of her robe.

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” I tell her because I just plan on ripping them off of her soon. “Now put on your coat and let’s go. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

“Listen, Mr. Anthes, boss or not, I’m not leaving until I get dressed. Further, I don’t think I’m stepping foot outside of this club until you tell me where we’re going.”

I look at her then. She’s completely serious. It’s a glitch in my plan that I didn’t foresee. Usually, women know who I am and are only too thrilled to do what I order. The fact that Ana doesn’t, irritates and intrigues me all at once. It is… unexpected.

“Everyone out.” I order, and the room goes still. Within just a matter of moments, everyone that had been viewing my conversation with Ana is gone. The last to leave is Joe, and as the door shuts behind him, I can see reality sink in on Ana.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to get dressed so we can leave. You have two minutes.”

“I can’t get dressed with you in here!” I ignore her and lean against the closed door with my arms folded and wait. “You need to leave,” she insists again, the nerves coming through her voice loud and clear. It’s clear she’s not going to fall into my hands easily. I could use her brother as leverage, but I find myself reluctant to do that, even now. Interesting.

I don’t know what it is about Ana. Normally I wouldn’t touch one of the dancers, or hell, any of the women that work for me. I’m careful about the women I choose. I have no explanation other than I want her and I always get what I want. Time to make that clear.