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Made Of Scars	By : Dreamer2987 Category: 1 through F > Death Sentence Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You’re coming with me now whore! You got 5 five fucking seconds before I drag your skanky ass out of here kicking and screaming” Even thoroughly pissed off, with his veins popping out and all the blood rushing to his face, he wasn’t the least bit intimidating to her, he was actually kind of funny looking.
“Are you really that fuckin stupid? If I wanted to go anywhere with you I wouldn’t have spent the last 5 minutes insulting you and doing a damn good job of it I might add.” She had a smile on her lips as she spoke, she couldn’t help it he was just too easy. “In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if your manhood permanently shrunk with the humiliation I’m putting your sorry ass through.”
Billy may have enjoyed her words but the man they were directed at didn’t like them so much. As soon as the words left her lips she could see his hand moving to make a grab for her. “Touch me and I guarantee you’ll be breathing out of a fuckin tube for three months” She snarled at him. Toying with him was over now it was time to show him why pissing her off was so dangerous. He seemed to find her threat unconvincing despite how dead set her tone was and his filthy hand latched onto her wrist, yanking her onto her feet.
She swiftly moved her arm effectively getting her wrist out of his weak grasp. Then she mimicked his move, roughly grabbing his wrist. She placed pressure with her fingers where the wrist was the weakest then she roughly twisted his wrist and pulled it towards her at the same time, painfully shattering the bones and causing him to cry out. But his broken wrist was just the beginning, she had warned him after all. Before he had time to recover she clenched her hand into a fist and deftly hit him square on the nose breaking it and causing his head to fly backwards.
Sammy was used to this shit having Billy Darley and his famous temper practically living in the bar. But when anyone besides Billy or his boys started a fight he usually kicked them right out the door, making sure it was a painful exit. However, judging the way Billy was staring at this girl Sammy decided to it would be safer for him to just let her be.
“YOU FUCKIN BITCH” The man screamed at her making a move to connect the fist of his good hand with her face as blood poured out of his nose. Layia was ready to put the fucker in a coma when he stepped in.
Billy had seen enough, she was strong and fearless, rare qualities in the women he encountered and qualities that he found appealing. She wasn’t someone a lesser man would or should fuck with. But as much as Billy was enjoying watching her in action the goddamned moron she was dealing with was irritating the piss out of him. The show was over, it was time to step in and finish this shit quickly so he could go back to enjoying his night… with her.
The man’s eyes fell and a look of sheer fear took over his features. “Billy man, she…” The man began but the man now known to her as Billy cut him off.
“Get the fuck out” Billy’s voice was deep and rough, his voice remained eerily calm but she could sense anger and annoyance coming from him.
“But Billy…” The man started to plead, wiping the blood away from his nose before holding his broken wrist gingerly in his good hand, trying to show that he was the victim.
The man knew better than to question Billy Darley himself, he really was a dumb piece of shit. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I have to do that and you’ll be leaving here in a fucking body bag… Your choice” He said as he brought his cigarette up to his lips and took a long drag. Billy was obviously enjoying the fact that he scared the living shit out of this man. The man looked quickly between Layia and Billy. “And if I ever see your worthless ass back in my bar you will be leaving in a body bag, after chewing on the barrel of my gun.” Billy had an evil gleam in his eyes as he threatened the man who quickly ran out of the bar like the little rat that he was.
Well this was certainly a first, she had always fought her own battles before and never wanted any damn help in the first place. She was positive anyone else would have been grateful for the assistance but she was annoyed and rather pissed off. It aggravated her that the man had been scared of this Billy and not of her. She could’ve put him in a body bag just as easily as Billy could and she would have if Billy hadn’t stepped in and ruined her fun.
“You usually step in between women and pricks like him?” She sat back down as she turned to set her gaze on him as she spoke, at the same time a smirk became etched onto his features as he turned his attentions to her. He took a seat at the bar next to her letting her see him clearly. He was tall, at least 6 ft 3’. He was bald, a look that worked quite well for him. His eyes were the most intense pair of blue/green hues that she had ever seen. They had the same hard look in them that hers did, the look that said you had a fucked up life. Despite the harshness his eyes were still beautiful. He was obviously well muscled, the long sleeved gray shirt rolled up to his forearms with a black short sleeved one over it, not doing much to hide that fact. He had broad shoulders, strong long legs, and a strong, thick neck. He wore a silver cross necklace around his neck. She could see three distinct scars on his face and she was sure he had more covering the rest of his body. His facial hair flattered his strong features and the black tribal tattoos that covered his forearms and went up his neck further to proved that he was all man, a force to be reckoned with.
She wasn’t blind, she had met men like him before and she knew he was the kind of man that any woman would enjoy. She was positive he had women fighting over him constantly, and just as positive he got a large unneeded ego boosts from the cat fights he caused. But Layia wasn’t most women, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to jump Billy’s bones just because he was handsome and held some power.
He locked his eyes onto hers, his gaze intense as he spoke to her in that deep rumbling voice of his. “Nah. Just the ones that impress me.” The other man could have never handled a woman like her, but the other man wasn’t Billy. Billy was all man, and he knew how to charm any woman. He always got exactly what he wanted from them, which was usually a quick fuck, that had them screaming his name at the top of their lungs. That’s all the whores were good for.
But with her he wanted a great fuck, if she was that feisty with her words and her fists he could just imagine how incredible she would be with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he mercilessly pounded into her against the wall. He could feel himself tightening against his jeans just from the images that he was playing through his mind.
“Lucky me.” The sarcasm was evident in her voice. “Am I supposed to be flattered by that?” He was obviously just as arrogant as he was handsome, and she knew he thought she was going to grant him access into her pants. But he was certifiably crazy if he thought she was going to treat him any different than that asshole he had kicked out of the bar. “In case you didn’t notice I didn’t need your help, he would have been out on his ass begging for me to stop in a minute.”
A mixture of desire and anger flooded through him at her words. He knew she would be a challenge, in fact he was counting on it. But he had expected her to be at least thankful for his help, especially since he didn’t help every Bambi, Candy, and Staci that came through the door, wanting his dick. In fact he never helped them, he could care less what other men did with them. Anyone else would have been on their knees by now thanking him properly but she didn’t even say the words, she was just brushing off his help entirely without a second thought. She certainly was a little spitfire, but she would be paying for that attitude towards him later. “That’s a fine fucking way to thank someone.”
Instead of telling him just where he could shove a steel pipe she decided it would be more entertaining to play with him. Might as well have some fun before it was all over right? And what harm could come from having fun with Billy Darley?
Layia ordered herself another shot before she leaned in close to him. She placed her lips right by his ear, letting her warm breath ghost over his skin. “I know, for a thank you would love it if we went into the back and I started sucking your dick, making you cum harder than you ever have before in your entire life.” For added emphasize she ran her tongue along the outer shell of his ear before taking his earlobe into her mouth and sucking for a few moments.
A deep growl rumbled up from deep within his chest, a grin finding its way to his lips in reaction to her attentions, letting her know just how much he would love it. The hardness in his jeans had now grown to the point of being very painful and she had barely touched him. That was certainly a first, but he wasn’t complaining, she was good.
She had him right where she wanted him, with a grin she pulled back enough to let her eyes meet his again. “What you want and what you get are two very different things Billy.” Letting him know she had no intention of sucking his dick or doing anything else to get him off.
The grin he had been sporting was gone as her words hit him. She was turning him down, actually turning him down. He had never been turned down before and it was making his blood boil. No one in their right mind turned down Billy Darley. Giving him a challenge and playing hard to get was one thing, but tell him no, fucking with him like this wasn’t acceptable. She may think it was over, that she had won, but Billy was just getting started. He was going to get her and when he did she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week at least.
She grabbed her shot glass from the bar, knocking it back before she stood up, the glass still in her hand. “By the way, I hear a cold shower takes care of that really well.” She said motioning to the large bulge in his jeans before walking off into the back area of the bar.
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