Darkness Chapter 8: Dance

**Nelly**

"You knew that when you crossed me the last time, you snake," I retort as I give him the finger and saunter out of the room, swaying my hips with each step.

As I make my way back to the VIP room, Vincent suddenly grabs me and hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me to a secluded room. Once he sets me down, I take in the sight of a couch and the door we entered through.

"Dance for me," he commands, his tone demanding obedience.

"Excuse me?" I question, unsure of his intentions.

Vincent steps closer, his hands gripping my hips as he gazes down at me. "I want you to strip and dance for me now," he orders, his voice firm and unwavering.

"I...I don't..." I stammer, feeling overwhelmed by his dominance.

Vincent locks eyes with me, his gaze intense. "Take your clothes off," he insists, sending a wave of panic through me. Oh god, I can't do this!

When I walked into the VIP area with Nelly, I had no idea she knew Dylan. I have to say I was quite amused. Anyone willing to sell out their own people was scum in my book and I had no intention of saving his ass from her. His info was mediocre at best.

When she speared him in the balls with her heel, I almost died. Hell, I knew she was a fighter, but watching her take that weasel down was great. I will be guarding my balls around her, though. I may not be able to have kids but…fuck! Fuck me if I was gonna be hunched over like he was. Watching her sway that sweet ass out the door just made my dick harder for her. She had more sex appeal than she knew, I think. I turned to Alec who was hunched over laughing at the sorry sack of shit. “When the  princess here has his balls descend again and can speak, find out what he knows.”

Alec nods, “Sure thing, boss.”

I confidently strode out the door and followed her, effortlessly scooping her up and throwing her over my shoulder as we made our way to one of the private rooms. As I gently placed her down, I could see the confusion written all over her face. When I instructed her to strip and dance for me, her complexion turned as white as a ghost.

The music began to fill the room, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the song choice - Rosenfeld's "Do It For Me." She turned to face me, slowly unzipping her dress. A look of frustration crossed her face as the zipper seemed to get stuck. "Need a hand?" I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. She held her head high, refusing to let the situation get the best of her.

Reluctantly, she finally turned to me for help. As I delicately pulled down the zipper, my fingers lightly brushed against her back, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, as my cold touch usually didn't elicit such a reaction. The scent of her perfume filled the air, instantly becoming my favorite.

"Umm...thanks," she mumbled softly, her voice barely audible. Stepping back, she let her dress gracefully fall to the ground, revealing a tantalizing black lace thong. The moment was filled with excitement and anticipation, as we both knew what was to come next.

My cock was already jumping in my pants wanting to be inside her. No, that would be later. I needed to see the goods now. Threw the dress aside and adjusted the straps on her bra. The bra she wore matched her thong, and god, it took everything to not take her right there.

She was a nervous wreck, not the confident woman I had seen moments ago who had no problem crushing a man's balls. Clearly, she was out of her element being around men like me. "Come here," I ordered, trying to hide my amusement.

She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly walking over to me. I pulled her onto my lap and made her straddle me, making sure she could feel my excitement. "Umm…I thought you wanted me to dance," she mumbled nervously.

"Yeah, you were killing it with your moves. Dancing usually involves, you know, moving your body; you look like a stick," I replied sarcastically.

"I..I..don't know how to dance," she confessed, looking down in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I could tell. Just close your eyes and feel the music," I suggested, trying to contain my laughter.

She avoided making eye contact, so I gently lifted her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me. There was something different about her, something in her eyes that told a story her face tried to hide. Despite her young age, she had been through a lot. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She didn't choose this life; her parents and others like them did. Did we want to be in this situation? No, but it was too late to turn back now. "Why do you fight?" I asked, unable to resist a hint of sarcasm.

Nelly blinks, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Why are you fighting against us?" I inquire.

Nelly responds, "Honestly, I did it because I couldn't stand watching my friends die and get captured and enslaved. I never agreed with what my parents did once I found out. I'm sorry, but it doesn't change the past."

I nod. "Thank you." I lean in and kiss her. She struggles against me, as expected, but her body language tells a different story.

Quinn interrupts, "Well, well, well, look at that! Now, boss, I could have some fun with her once you're finished."

Nelly tries to cover up and grab her clothes, but I just push her body against mine, using my hands to keep her close and cover her gorgeous ass. When she wraps her arms around me, I feel something. She buries her head in the crook of my neck, either out of embarrassment or to hide her identity. "What the fuck do you want, Quinn?"

Distracted, he can't seem to keep his eyes off what belongs to me. "Oh yeah. That girl you were searching for..." he remarks.

"Yeah? What about her?" She's currently perched on my lap, oblivious fool, but let's see what he has to say.

Quinn mentions, "One of my pack members was attacked by two girls who match the description. It happened two days ago..."

I smirk, "Well, as delightful as it is to receive this update, we already have her and I intend to have some fun with her." I can sense her trembling. The werewolves were a quiet bunch, preferring to keep to themselves. All they requested was some land to roam and hunt on. Simple enough for us. Quinn was one of the alpha pack members we collaborated with for information on the Resistance.

"Okay, boss. Looks like you've got yourself a new pet," Quinn remarks.

"Yep. She's going to need some training to adapt to my preferences, but it should be entertaining," I respond.

"I'm sure it will be," Quinn says before making his exit. She quickly gets up from my lap and gathers her clothing.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed,” she says.

We hear a commotion outside, and I can hear Quinn arguing with the human we brought. Nelly quickly dresses and runs out to see her friend on the floor with a bloody lip and her dress torn, and the muscle head is standing between her and Quinn.

Brandon yells, “Get your fucking hands off my sister mutt!”

Quinn sneers, “You better watch it or...”

“Or what? You will hit him? Please, you couldn't take me if you tried,” Nelly taunts.

Brandon looks at her, “Nel, I got this.”

Quinn laughs, “Oh no...let's play pet. I'm sure Vincent wouldn't mind.”

Before I can say anything, she's in front of him, arms crossed and staring him down. When he reaches for her, she grabs his arm and throws him on his back, her heel at his neck, ready to pierce the skin at his slightest movement. “You ever lay a fucking hand on my friends again and I'll make sure you don't live to see your pups. Got it, fleabag!” she yells.

She sprints over to her friend and, with the assistance of the guy, Brody... Bradon? Who even cares! I'm fuming. It's common knowledge that if someone is wearing a collar, they are off-limits. They belong to someone else, and he completely disregarded that by going after Alec's pet. I roll my eyes, fucking wolves!

Alec comes into the room and sees what's happened and grabs Quinn off the ground and throws him into the wall.

Alec growls, “She's mine. Didn't your mother not to touch things that don't belong to you?”

Quinn yells, “What the hell? I thought those things kept them from fighting us!”

I laugh. “No, they keep the humans from fighting us dumbshit. Now get out!” I turn to Alec, “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, he busted her lip and she'll have a shiner, but she's okay,” Alec says.

Nelly says, “Tara, I'm so sorry. I should have been here.”

Brandon shakes his head, “It's my fault. I went to the restroom and left her. I thought she would be okay.”

“Let's go. I'm bored and I need to release some tension,” I say. I look at Nelly, and she puts her head down. “Come here, my pet.”