(Quick little note that this chapter has the first of sexy scenes in the book. It does get pretty detailed, so be mindful if that's something you like to read! Personally, I do like my romances with lots of smut, so here you go ;) )

"Who did those fuckers think they were trying to hit on you persistently." Bawdy takes off his performance shirt and throws it on the ground, revealing his chiseled muscles. I could tell through his shirt how well built he is, but seeing it in person is really bringing my imagination to life. And he looks even hotter than I could have imagined.

He puts on a short sleeve black shirt, and I feel a wave of disappointment. I could have stared at his shirtless body the whole night, but I doubt I would have even been able to listen to a word that came out of his mouth.

"It's okay. I unfortunately know how to handle creepy men. They usually leave me alone after saying no a couple times. I guess I'm usually not completely alone like I was."

During the concert, I left the VIP area and went to use the bathroom. Two guys intercepted me on my way back and kept trying to ask to get me a drink and to dance with them. "No thank you" didn't appear to be in their vocabulary, so I just tried walking away after politely declining.

Unfortunately for me, they didn't like that too much, and one of them pulled my arm, almost making me fall over as I tried to keep balance. That's when I started to panic a little, because these two guys were way bigger than me. I hate being the one to make a scene, so I didn't want to just start screaming and scare everyone around me. But, I was starting to feel really scared.

Luckily, someone working security saw them literally trying to drag me away, and I made panicked eye contact with him. Security helped to escort me back to the VIP area. He was really sweet, which almost wouldn't be expected from someone who was well over six feet tall with a large scar across his shaved head.

The security guard alerted the VIP area about the two men in case they tried to make their way to me. The men working the VIP area knew that I was with Bawdy and knew that he would go ballistic hearing this. They promised me that the men would be kicked out of the venue, and security would make sure to keep an eye on me.

"I'm okay at least. The security was really nice and helpful."

"Kicking them out wasn't enough. Those idiots should be banned for life. If I would have seen it happen, I would have killed them."

Usually saying you want to kill someone is used as an exaggerated expression, but I honestly don't doubt that he would have. At the very least he would have beat them into a very critical condition and then made sure no doctor would help to treat them, so they'd just be in violent pain.

For some reason I'm not even disturbed by that idea. Oddly enough, I find myself enjoying the thought of him hurting someone for me. Of course only if they deserve it.

He continues. "From now on, I'm having my own security look after you at venues. I never want to hear that anyone dares to put a hand on you again."

I was already a bit turned on from when his shirt was off, and this protectiveness is only adding to my desire to have him.

And he said "from now on." Maybe I'm reading into the phrase too much, but that certainly means that he wants me to stick around. I catch myself almost smiling at the thought of him wanting me around.

Except my smile is stopped by a crashing sound of a vase shattering against a wall.

Bawdy screams, "God, what the fuck did they think they were doing. They don't deserve to even breathe the same air as someone like you."

He paces around the room, fuming. I sink back into the chair that I'm sitting in, thrown off guard by his fit of anger. I don't think he'd hurt me, especially after talking about how no one should lay a hand on me.

But he definitely is drunk, and I'm pretty sure he took coke during the show based on how he's been sniffling a bit still after getting back into the room. My only worry right now could be that he miscalculates a throw and it somehow hits me.

I slowly stand up and approach him. "Hey, I'm alright. Do you want to lie down? I'm sure you're tired from tonight."

His fists unclench a bit as I approach him. I lightly put my hand on his arm, and the white in his knuckles calm. Bawdy takes a deep breath, and it looks like he's working to calm himself down.

"I just wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you, especially at one of my shows."

I believe his fit of anger is calming, but I can still see his fast-paced breathing.

"It's been a long day for both of us. How about we get in bed?" I ask again.

Without answering, he catches me off guard and picks me up over his shoulder. The quick movement causes me to hold my breath. He throws me down on the bed, and I let out a small gasp when I hit the sheets.

"We can get in bed, but I hope you weren't planning on sleeping anytime soon." Bawdy pulls off his shirt, throwing it onto the ground and climbs up the bottom of the bed towards where I'm lying on my back. I guess there was no point in him putting a new shirt on a few minutes ago. I can still register flints of anger fueling his movements, but he uses his anger to fuel his passionate movements as begins to kiss me.

Instead of starting slowly like on the tour bus, his mouths collides with mine at a ravenous pace. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. No one has ever kissed me like this before. He's coming at me like he's starved. Like he's afraid I might be taken away from him if he doesn't claim me as his.

Our fast-paced kissing comes to a halt only momentarily as he pulls my black velvet dress off over my head. I watch his eyes move down to my chest, and I can tell by his hardening dick pushed up against me, trying to escape from his pants, that he likes what he sees.

"Fuck, Gianna, I knew you were hot, but nothing could have prepared me for seeing your body like this." My cheeks flush. No guy has ever talked to me like that before. It's always been reserved comments, nothing bold.

He bends down and begins sucking on one of my nipples while squeezing the other with his hand. I arch my back slightly, pushing my chest closer towards him. My movement isn't just for the sake of getting closer to his mouth. I can't stop myself from moving in response to the pleasure sweeping through my sensitive nipple.

I move one of my hands to play with his hair. I'm able to feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he continues to suck and lick my tit.

He grabs onto my wrist of the hand that's in his hair and pins it down to the bed. That ounce of controlling movement makes me go from wet to drenched in my underwear that I so desperately want him to take off already.

Our eyes meet as he takes a breath. His eyes darken with hunger and a devious, sexy smirk runs across his mouth. My other nipple craves attention, jealous of the sensitive one. He lowers his head, and I shut my eyes to enjoy the feeling again on my other side.

Unexpectedly, he bites down on my boob. My eyes pop open at the feeling, and I let out a small moan. Technically, it's pain that my body is registering as he bites and sucks on my tit, but I don't care. Not one bit. I like it. I'd let him leave marks all over me if he wanted to. Being so turned on, every touch, every lick, every bite that he leaves on me transports me somewhere else. Into a place where all I want is him.

I need him inside me.

"Fuck me," I say as I regain my bearings and focus on his head.

"I'm the one who tells you what to do."

Oh. That's hotter than anything anyone has said to me before. The idea of him moving and using me like he wants only makes me want him more.

"Pleaseee," I beg, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Well, I do like hearing you beg. You want me to fuck you, baby girl?"

I nod, almost too willingly, as he removes his pants and underwear together. My eyes immediately are drawn to his cock. Larger than I even imagined. Larger than I've ever taken before. Larger than I think will even fit.

He reaches over to a pouch on the bedside table and pulls out a condom, ripping off the top of the packaging with his teeth. His eyes lock with mine, and he grabs onto my underwear, presumably to pull them down. I lift my hips slightly to make it easier for him, but he doesn't need the assistance. His grip tightens over the thin fabric, and he rips my thong off my body, throwing it onto the floor.

At this point, I can feel myself dripping onto my thighs. Bawdy starts to swirl his finger around my clit. After not being touched by a man in so long, I'm extra sensitive to the touch. My eyelids fall heavy, and I let out a soft moan as he plunges one finger into me. "Fucking Gianna. Your pussy is so wet, and I've barely gotten started with you."

I'm so turned on that I barely even notice his second finger join inside of me. His pace quickens, and he moves his finger faster than I have when playing with myself. Nothing has felt this good in a long time. Actually, I don't think I've ever felt this good.

I stop trying to have any control, and I completely lose it with he adds a third finger inside me. More than I've ever had at once. My breathing intensifies, and I can't help letting out moans as he finger fucks me.

Feeling myself getting close to an orgasm, I grip onto the bed sheets. Much to my dismay, he pulls his fingers out of me. "You don't cum until I say. Understand?"

"Yes," I squeak out, still riding on a high from the incline that he drove me up. But, I am falling back down the hill before truly reaching a climax. I desperately want him to take me back to the top and throw me over it.

He picks up the condom and slides it on. "Get on top," he demands in a cool, low voice. I do as he says, and we move so that I'm straddling on top of him.

"Fuck, you're big," I say before he even attempts to go inside me.

"I'll make it fit."

If one could cum from words alone, he'd be the one to make that happen to me. Maybe I'm just so sex deprived that I can't think straight. Or maybe no one has ever introduced me to this side of sex before. All I know is that I want to see where he takes things.

I go to rise my hips towards the tip of his cock. His hands grip tightly onto my hips, and he effortlessly lifts me until the tip of his cock starts to inch into me. I'm already starting to moan again, and he shoves his way deeper inside me. He gets to the point where he can't go any farther, and he begins to pick up the pace. My arms fall to either side of his.

I'm no longer able to sit up straight fully.

Bawdy takes one hand off one of my hips and draws it upwards until it's wrapped around my neck. He pushes me upwards, helping his dick seep even deeper into me. His grip tightens, and I can feel his muscular palm against my throat.

I can't believe I'm enjoying this as much as I am. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I send all my focus to my pussy. Nothing else exists or matters at the moment.

His dick stretches my insides, filling them with his thick cock. When he releases my neck, I take a huge breath, not realizing how much oxygen he was cutting off. I still feel the phantom of his touch, and I want him to put his hand back.

My breathing intensifies as his grip tightens around my hips. I feel his fingertips digging into my sides, molding with my skin.

He starts to grunt as he pounds me down onto his dick as hard and fast as he can. I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm. His mouth meets mine, and we kiss sloppily, trying to keep our heads aligned as he moves me up and down.

I drop my head down near his shoulder, unable to hold myself up at all anymore. "I need to cum, please." I can't take it.

I want to completely let go and fully experience what he can make me feel.

He slows down his movements and comes to a stop, still keeping himself buried inside me. "Soon, baby girl."

I can't wait any longer.

My orgasm hits me, starting deep in my pussy where my insides pulsate against his dick. Bawdy lets out a soft moan, feeling me grip onto him. The warmth from where he's stuffing me slowly spreads down my legs and up my stomach towards my head. I lose feeling in my body, and my mind begins to sink into a realm of tranquility and desire.

His cock had felt so large pounding into me, and now my body can barely feel anything as I lose the ability to process any new sensations. My mind goes blank, and I let myself freely ride out the orgasm, letting out loud moans accompanied by cries.

I start to become more aware of my chest heaving up and down and Bawdy slowing down. He finally comes to a complete stop but doesn't leave from inside me yet. "I didn't say that you could cum," he growls. "Now I'm going to have to punish you."

Punish me?

The idea sends shivers through my body as I begin to regain feeling of my limbs. I just continue lying against his chest, trying to process that I just had one of the longest, best orgasms of my life.

I hope he makes me cum again. But I'm already getting sore. Coming down from my high, I start to feel the sensitivity forming inside of me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, knowing I shouldn't be pushing a man who shattered a vase that he wishes was a person earlier. But I don't think he'd actually hurt me. He's not that kind of guy.

"Face the end of the bed." His tone is sharp.

I begin to rise off his dick, but his hands clamp back onto my hips and his darkened eyes lock with mine.

"Don't get off."

I do as he says and spin my body to be into reverse cowgirl while keeping him inside me. If his dick wasn't so long, this wouldn't be possible. While adjusting myself, he delivers a sharp slap to my right ass cheek. I instinctively jerk forward.

"No running away," he growls behind me.

I'm not able to see his gorgeous face any longer. Hearing his voice from his mouth that's out of reach, I desire to be closer to his face. He spanks me again, and I let out a gasp. I anchor my hands onto his thighs to keep myself from bending too forward.

I'm not able to see when he's going to spank my ass, and the anticipation turns me on in ways that I don't even understand. He begins to thrust into me. I push down deeper onto him.

"Fuck, Gianna," he lets out in a low whisper. "You're such a bad girl." He delivers a harder slap. "You like being my little slut?"

"Yes," I practically moan. Fuck, why'd I like the sound of slut even more than baby girl.

He continues delivering slaps until my ass cheeks burn, becoming raw. Each slap only makes me want him more.

"I want you to cum again."

Gladly.

His pace quickens, and I soon find my back arching. I let out a series of loud moans as he pounds into me. I begin to lose myself, still aware of the sting coming from my butt.

Both of our breathing begins to intensify. I reach my peak and finally tip over it, getting lost in my own orgasm. I hear Bawdy let out a few explicits under his breath. He grips onto my ass, stabilizing himself as he cums right after me.

Following both of our orgasms, I pull myself off of him and lie down next to him. Neither of us says anything. The only sound coming from both of us is our heavy breathing. He wraps his arms around me and lightly kisses my forehead.

He gets up to clean himself off and brings me a bottle of chilled water. Bawdy pulls up the covers over us and pulls me back into his arms. All I can think about before falling into a deep sleep is how I doubt any other sex could ever top what I just experienced tonight.