The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"You....want me to sleep with you? Just as revenge?" His brows pulled downward. "Because of the pain you felt tonight?"

That wasn't the only reason, but I didn't want to delude myself any more by admitting out loud that I just really wanted it with him. If just a kiss from him could put me back together, overcoming all the pain my ex was causing me, I could only imagine how good full intimacy would feel. Rejecting Cameron will hurt, but with Mick, I feel like it would be more than bearable. It might not hurt at all.

I am not going to admit that I'm so incredibly drawn to Mick tonight. I'd be no better than Miss Piggy Jones waiting for him downstairs. Everyone is drawn to him. I'm not fucking special. I can admit some things though.

"I feel like if I'm with you while I reject him, it will make it.....easier," I looked up at him hesitantly through my lashes. "The pain stopped instantly when you kissed me."

He had a stoic expression, the same one that is usually on his face when I say something he doesn't like. He even pulled away from me, though I was still sitting on his lap. I could sense his displeasure. Unease wells inside of me.

"It could be my final goodbye to the HornyFans website before I close the account. You can think of it like a job if you want."

That made his nostrils flare and his expression turn from stoic to sour. "I'm not fucking you for a damn job."

Jeez. I'm sorry I even asked. I bit my lip to hide my irritation and irrational anger. I knew this was a bad idea. I let Cortina sway me. She is muttering an apology to me now, but still staring at Mick expectantly through my eyes.

I pushed myself off Mick's lap, not wanting to embarrass myself more.

"Fine. Sorry I asked. I'll ask Jamie or Alexi instead."

He made a deep noise in the back of his throat, a mix between a groan and a growl. "The fuck you will," Mick snapped, getting just an inch from my face.

"Again, you are not my fucking dad, Mick. I can do whatever and whoever I want." Except for Darren. He's off the table now.

"You said you were quitting!"

"I am quitting, but I still need to reject the asshole! How I do it's none of your damn business."

He was fuming. I could feel his hot breath pouring over my face. "Fine! If you need a body to fuck for one last gig, then I'll do it, but this is the last time, Chloe."

I shrugged, acting arrogant at his imperious tone. "Maybe. I may miss the extra money. I'm just going to see-"

He growled, then gripped me by the neck. Not hard, but just enough to get my attention. "Then let me go ahead and volunteer for those times too," he said, his mouth just a hair away from mine. His blue eyes were roaming my face, the tension building along his jawline. "You need fucking money, you come to me. Don't bother with the others."

"Don't tell me what to do," I clenched my teeth, my face blazing with defiant fury. "I don't even want you to do it with me anymore. I'd rather just ask-"

His mouth came crashing into mine before I could finish that thought. I could taste the sweetness of his fury. I bit his tongue, fighting him at first, but my body quickly caved and I gave into the heat and temptation. He was hard to resist. Impossible. I was cursing myself, but still throwing myself into the kiss more and more. Breathing became secondary, and I would frantically suck in a breath between his moans.

One hand was tangled in my hair, gripping the back of my neck, and the other was on the small of my back, roughly gripping my naked flesh where my shirt had ridden up. He was devouring my gasps and little groans, answering them with his own. His naked chest was hot against my chest, and so was the rest of his body. My pussy felt like it was on fire, but desperately trying to smolder the flames in its own wetness. Every time his hard dick pressed into my belly, the fire grew larger and more moisture pooled out of me.

He suddenly snarled, gripping the hair on the back of my neck and yanking it gently back. "You want a last fuck for your viewers? Fine. I'll give you one they will all remember."

That was a threat and a promise, and it didn't help the situation I had going on in my pants at all. I couldn't fight him or argue. He kissed the fight and agitation right out of me. I was back to feeling like a pathetic imitation of all those other girls he ensnared with his skills. I'm no better than Miss Piggy.

"I'll get my mask," I tried one last time to put up that wall between us, but it was already about to crumble back to the ground as he stared down at me with those cold blue eyes.

"Fine," he gritted between clenched teeth. "I'll meet you in your work room. I'll be right back."

I thought he was going to kiss me again. He was still gripping my hair, angling my face upwards. His eyes lingered on my mouth until I gasped, and then he let me go with a frustrated growl and walked away. He left me stunned.

Once I was sure I could walk without falling to my knees, I moved to the room I used for this line of work. Opening the door, I was met with the lingering stench of sex and sweat. I groaned, seeing it was still a mess from hours ago. Mick had me so agitated back then that I forgot to clean it, and here I am, agitated again because of him, but in a different way. I'm getting ready to do with him what he cast so much judgment on me for earlier.

Fuck me. I feel so fucking backwards right now.

"That's how you know it's going to be good."

"Shut up," I snapped at my wolf. "You're the one that got me into this."

"Oh, sweetie. No one can make you do anything you don't want to do. You know you want this or you wouldn't be changing those sheets right now."

I grumbled profanities in my head at her, and tried to focus on my work. I wish I had thought of how dirty the room might be before I threw the webcam thing out there. I was just trying to maintain that business-like wall where I can disconnect emotionally from sex. That's really hard to do with Mick. I had everything sprayed down and was putting on new sheets when I heard the front door open again. Seconds later, Mick poked his head into the door, then made a face while he looked around the room. "You really have an entire set up in here."

I turned my back on him to keep him from seeing my eye roll. He had the disapproving face on again.

"Here. Let me help." Mick went around to the other side of the bed and pulled the last corner of the fitted sheet into place. He took one pillow and I took the other and we stuffed them inside new cases. My back up sheets are violet silk. It matches my mask which is lying on the bedside table. Mick picked up the mask and looked at it with a frown on his face.

"It's clean. Darren washed it, and then I sprayed and wiped it down again."

"I can smell the cleaner. I'm just curious.... You wear this every time?" "Every time," I affirmed.

"Why?"

"To bring out a part of me that wasn't there before."

"A masquerade girl?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "No. A girl that has freedom over her own body. A girl that can take control and demands what she wants instead of taking everything handed to her. That mask gave me an identity I craved, and I really don't like you belittling me because of it," I snapped, then stormed off to my bedroom to get dressed, not wanting to start this shit in the same grimy clothes I was working at the bar in.

I probably shouldn't have snapped like that, but I'm feeling the judgment again and I don't like it. "I don't think he was trying to offend you. I think he was trying to understand. He didn't sound hateful."

"I don't care. I don't need to explain myself to him."

I quickly dressed in a simple teddy and panty set. Nothing too out there. I wasn't feeling particularly sexy right now and was second guessing this whole thing. I probably would have, but when I walked back into the room, Mick was waiting for me, sitting on the bed in just boxer briefs. No more jeans and no shirt. I wondered why he came back wearing one, but I can smell now that he showered. The glitter and sweat were gone from his skin. His appearance alone was enough to have my lust flare alive again, but then he had this guilty, puppy dog face that made my heart race.

"Hey," he reached out for my hands and pulled me near. "I'm sorry about the questions. I was just trying to understand better what it was that you did in here. I didn't get the mask part, but I think I do now. I'm sorry."

His fingers were playing with mine, lacing and rubbing gently between them. He yanked me to him, forcing me to sit on his lap. "I really didn't mean to offend you, Chloe. I'm sorry."

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to let the jitters get the best of me. "Okay. Thank you for saying that. Sorry I snapped too."

"It's okay," he grinned, gliding a hand to rest on my face, moving his thumb against my bottom lip. "Ready to do this? Last bang and your final rejection?"

Am I ready to do this? I reached for Cortina, feeling her out, but I couldn't find any doubt in her either. She was ready too.

"Yes," I nodded. "Last big bang."

"Oh, I doubt it will be your last," he grinned. "Just the last one on camera, maybe, but I think a girl like you will have plenty of big bangs in her life. I'm willing to bet on it."