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  Contents

  CHOKE: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  A Gift for You – PRICE TAG: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  A Gift for You – SLASH: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Mailing List

  CHOKE: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

  By Ella Wolfe

  I will make her choke on my fury.

  I’m working at G-Stringer’s Exotic Dance Club because I don’t have another choice.

  It’s a foul, grimy sh*thole, but that’s exactly what I need right now:

  A place where I can hide.

  After years of petty theft with my crew of childhood friends, it was just my luck to get framed.

  I managed to escape, but now every cop in the county has a hard-on to haul me behind bars.

  I’d rather be dead than in jail.

  Fortunately, the owner of G-Stringer’s isn’t exactly a “by-the-book” kind of guy.

  He’s willing to pay me decent cash as long as I do what he says and keep my mouth shut.

  Fine with me.

  But nothing ever stays that simple for long.

  The star dancer at the club, a platinum blond lightning bolt named Skye, gets a kick out of teasing me.

  She thinks she can shake her pretty little ass in my face and I’ll help her do anything.

  Wrong, wrong, wrong.

  I’m not the type to follow a woman’s lead.

  More like the type to force her to her knees and make her beg for my permission.

  Against my better judgment, I do just that.

  It doesn’t take long before she is bare and pleading before me.

  But twin crises interrupt our dark little romance.

  I see something I was never intended to see, and Skye tries to set in motion plans to open her club.

  The owner of G-Stringer’s doesn’t take kindly to either.

  Before I know it, we’re dealing with the wrath of a vicious tyrant and his mysterious backer.

  A single misstep will cost us both our lives.

  But I’m done hiding in the shadows.

  It’s time to make these bastards taste my vengeance.

  Chapter One

  Skye

  The pounding of the sensual beat seemed to resonate in my chest as I swayed my hips to the music. I was in complete control, feeling eyes on every part of my body, clothed and unclothed. A sheer white baby doll teddy was the only thing that covered me, and it was so short that if I moved a certain way it would expose an indecent amount of my ass. My six-inch stilettos weren’t really a requirement; I was just in love with them.

  The other two girls on stage with me were wearing the same thing in black, but they had two small stools as well to use as props. Diamond and Sierra hated this routine because they were only my back up dancers and the spotlight was entirely on me. That meant fewer tips for them, but more for me, so I wasn’t complaining.

  I knew I had limited time before the music stopped, and it was my last time on stage that night, so I was pulling out all the stops, bending this way and that, flicking my hair, and rocking my body. The tune reached its climax, and it was time for my last pose, one that needed to remain burned into the eyes of every single person that closely observed my movement. With both hands clasped high above my head, I shimmied while circling my hips until my back was to the audience. Then, with the final beat, I jutted out a hip, my arms leant to the side, and my bare ass was on full display.

  Diamond and Sierra had also finished strong, sitting on their stools to face the crowd, legs spread wide, so their knees were pointing east and west.

  There was a half moment of silence before the whoops and cheers began and money was thrown on stage. I turned to smile at my girls as we walked off stage, but they were completely preoccupied.

  “Girl, did you see that new bouncer?” Diamond immediately burst out in the back room. I knew Diamond would be the first to comment on him. She was a gorgeous caramel woman with more curves than a racetrack and enough sass to burn even a firefighter.

  “I’m not blind, Diamond,” Sierra said. “Skye sure noticed him, though.” That was Sierra, exactly like Diamond, but paler than paper. They weren’t so much two peas in a pod as they were a replicated person.

  Both girls turned to grin devilishly at me. If I was someone different, maybe I would’ve blu
shed. As it was, I returned the Cheshire cat grin and winked at them. I wouldn’t lie and say I hadn’t noticed the new bouncer, because I had. Oh, boy, had I noticed him.

  That entire performance, I’d felt his eyes on me, and I’d thrown in some of my sexiest tricks, just to get his attention. I wasn’t sure if it worked. His face was completely stoic the entire time, but I sure as hell had fun doing it.

  “He’s pretty cute,” I said with a shrug.

  “Pretty cute?” Sierra demanded. “He’s a god. He looks like he could stop bullets with that chest.”

  Her voice had risen enough so that the other two girls, Jasmine and Topsy, came sauntering over.

  “Is this the new bouncer? He’s a looker that one,” Topsy said. She was the youngest of us all and by far the most innocent. She was barely five-foot and had wide innocent eyes that seemed to belong to a child. The men seemed to love that, and she loved the tips.

  Whenever someone asked her why she was called Topsy, she would always reply, “I’m a little scatterbrained. You know, Topsy Turvey?” It was generally accepted. We got her drunk enough one time, though, that she admitted it was because her favorite sex position was when she was on top, so she could dominate any man she pleased. Let’s just say that wasn’t at all what we expected from tiny Topsy.

  “I haven’t seen him,” Jasmine said with a frown. She was an Amazon goddess with long legs and dark hair to her waist, who was taller than all the other girls.

  “How could you have missed him? One of the guys in the crowd spent more time looking at him than me, and I was on stage two feet from him!”

  “Shut up, Diamond, you attention whore,” Sierra said teasingly.

  “Jasmine, come here.” I grabbed Jasmine’s arm, led her to the door leading out to the club floor, and opened it just enough for us to peek through. Of course, Di, Sierra and Topsy followed Jas and I, so the door opened further to fit five curious heads.

  “You see him?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. It’s a little dark.”

  “There—right there. He’s talking to the guy in the red shirt. Wait till he turns around and … now! Do you see him?”

  “Holy shit.”

  Holy shit was right.

  We’d been told for the past week that we were hiring a new bouncer. We’d even been told his name: Knox Dechard. I’d laughed to the girls that he’d better know how to, ‘Knox De shit out of any creeps,’ but considering the wimp of a guy we’d had as the last bouncer, we had low expectations.

  Knox was a beast unto himself. He was tall, just over six-foot, but his hard exterior seemed to give him a few extra inches. He had a shaved head that made his chiseled jaw stand out and dark, brooding eyebrows. His body was insane. His fitted, black tee accentuated his sculpted form and made him seem even more intimidating. He was exactly what you would think of, if one were to say bouncer.

  “Girls! What are you doing?”

  We all jumped and staggered back into the room, turning to face a very loud and angry John Cassetti. John was a mobster who was in charge of the G-Stringer’s Exotic Dance Club, our boss, and a total pain in our collective asses. He was a complete sleaze ball, and it was the general consensus amongst the girls that we did our jobs as well as we could, just to avoid interacting too much with him. He always found a way though.

  “Does this feel like working to you? Because it doesn’t look like working,” he sneered.

  “Sorry boss,” Topsy said, looking down and biting her lip. “We’ll get right back to work.”

  It was miniscule, but Cassetti eased up a little. “All right, get outta here.”

  We all started walking, trying to conceal our grins and patting Topsy on the back. The girls all kept walking, but I was stopped by a hand on my upper arm.

  “Not so fast, Skye. You’ve got a client in room number four.” There was an unreadable expression on his face, something almost like a mixture of anger and lust.

  “All right, I’ll go there now.”

  Cassetti ran his fingers up and down my arm, and I suppressed the urge to shudder.

  “Was there anything else?” I said, voice tight.

  All of a sudden, he completely let go of me and took a step back.

  “Nope, nothing else. You know the drill.”

  With one final, slimy look at me, he headed off, and I left in the other direction, praying for an easy night.

  # # #

  “Bye, sweetheart,” I call out saucily behind the man that was leaving my private room. “I’ll see you next time?” He was by far my favorite customer—a sleek, rich man who didn’t say much but who tipped well. Everyone said he looked like a mob boss, but I didn’t really care, as long as he kept doling out the cash. Di and Sierra would bitch and moan all the time about how I always got the good ones, but I was the headline performer, and I’d worked hard to be where I was.

  He didn’t reply, but acknowledged my words with a nod. That would probably be the best I’d get, and that was why he was my favorite.

  “Hey, Skye!”

  Sierra was walking over to me, a huge smile plastered on her face.

  “Diamond’s made a bet with the girls to see who the new bouncer speaks to first. Word’s gone around that he hasn’t spoken to a single girl all night.”

  “None of them?” I said, shocked. We had a large variety of women here, all attractive, all sexy, and all different shapes and sizes. How could he not talk to a single one?

  “None. You gonna try?”

  “Do you know me at all?” I asked with a teasing grin. Of course I was going to try. It didn’t matter how hard and brooding he was. I knew I could make him melt. It was my specialty.

  “I’ll go over now. I have time.”

  “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

  I winked at her as I walked off, mentally prepping myself for what was to come. Though I wasn’t as curvy as Diamond and Sierra, by any means, I still had enough that I wouldn’t be passed over. My platinum blonde hair fell in soft waves half-way down my back, contrasting against the black satin dress I’d changed into. All in all, I was ready for a little fun, and I knew Knox would be just the guy to help me out.

  “Hey, gorgeous.” I walked right up next to Knox and stood before him, a hand on my waist and an inviting smile on my face.

  I wasn’t put off by his lack of response.

  “So, how’s your first night?”

  Still nothing.

  “I heard it got a little rowdy earlier. You had to throw out some guys?”

  Diamond had told me a story about a man who had gotten too drunk earlier in the night and was getting a little insistent with a dancer. We’d all had our fair share of men acting like assholes, so it was no big deal. But it was still nice to know we had a bouncer like Knox at our side, in case things ever got worse.

  “Thanks for doing that, by the way. I know it’s your job, but the last bouncer we had was a total waste of space. You don’t know how many times we’ve all been cornered, without him raising a finger. I’m surprised it took Cassetti so long to hire someone else.”

  Knox actually acknowledged this, giving me a firm nod before his eyes returned to scanning the crowd for any signs of danger. I took it as a good sign.

  “So, were you always a bouncer, or is this a new profession?”

  Still no answer, though I could tell that I was beginning to entertain him a little. Or that’s what I kept telling myself.

  “See, I’ve always been a dancer. I’ve ever only had two skills in my life, dancing and keeping up one-sided conversations with tall, dark, and brooding men.”

  The corner of Knox’s lips tipped up, and I almost laughed in delight. I knew he found me entertaining.

  “Oh, would you look at that,” I said instead. “Looks like you are listening. The girls made a bet to see who can make you talk first, but I think a smile might be even better. What about a hello to seal the deal?”

  “Would you leave me to work in peace then?”

  I a
lmost froze at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to actually deign to speak with me. It was deep, rumbling, and pure sin. It was a voice that I could see myself taking demands from as I lay spread eagle on a bed, waiting to be dominated.

  Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I focused back on Knox.

  “Oh, it speaks!”

  Knox shook his head in defeat.

  “Well, now that I know you’ll respond, I’m Skye.”

  “Knox.”

  “I know, gorgeous. Every single girl knew everything about you the second you stepped foot in here. We’re like vultures, you know?”

  “That’s… concerning.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re mostly harmless,” I looked up at him from under my lashes and smiled seductively.

  “So, how’re you liking the place?”

  “It’s fine,” he said, eyes flicking back to me every few seconds.

  “That’s good to hear.” I waited a second as someone walked behind me and stumbled forward into Knox, pretending that I’d been jostled. Just as I’d planned, I fell straight into his waiting arms, my breast pressing firmly into his side. I could tell that he felt my nipples brush him through the fabric before he pushed me away from him.