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Seduced by the Mobster
The Club Risqué Chronicles
Book One
Rebel King
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 Rebel King
All rights reserved.
First Edition
Table of Contents
Book Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Authors Note
The Club Risqué Chronicles
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Book Description
Curvy, Broke and Desperate... For Day Jamison, life can't get any
worse!
As fate would have it, she would meet one of the bosses of
Atlanta's premiere upscale strip club, Club Risqué, he presents
her with an offer too good to refuse. Day never saw herself as an
exotic dancer, but for her desperate times call for desperate
measures.
One night while dancing she sees a handsome man in the crowd
named Knight. The last thing she needs right now is a guy adding
to her already complicated life. Nevertheless, Knight's charm is
hard to resist.
As she delves more into the club, she realizes that there is more
than meets the eye than the exquisite décor. Something is not
quite right about the infamous Club Risqué and the ruthless co-
owner Tony Mendoza only furthers her suspicions.
Will her connection with Club Risqué improve her life or will it be
the death of her?
*This is the first entry in the Club Risqué Chronicles, a
four book dark mafia romance series. This book is sexy,
fast paced, addictive and ends on a cliffhanger! The story
was originally published as "Day & Knight: The Club
Risqué Chronicles (Book 1)".*
“If I knew then what I know now— I would’ve stayed far away
from Club Risqué. Once you enter those walls, your life will be
changed forever…”-Day
Chapter One
FUCK MY LIFE! I yell aloud as my voice echoes through my
primarily empty 600 square feet studio apartment. I barely have
enough money to cover rent and utilities— let alone fully furnish
the space. Thankfully, I was able to afford the furniture I do
have, which is only my black full-sized sleigh bed with a matching
dresser, a futon, clock and old AM/FM radio with a cassette
player. I lucked up and overheard this sweet old lady tell the
cashier at the local grocery store that she was having a garage
sale just after I moved in here. I told her that I didn’t have any
furniture and she practically gave me the items.
I asked her what she wanted for it all. She said in a tender
sentiment, “Give me what you have in your pocket.” I pulled out
the only thing I had which was a crisp twenty dollar bill and she
replied, “Sold!”
People like her make me believe there is still some good in the
world. After all I have endured in my life though— I know that
for every glimmer of goodness, there tends to be a mass of
darkness to eclipse it.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The sound of the alarm clock on my iPhone
starts to vibrate for the third time in the last half hour as it
slightly moves across my dresser. I have pressed the snooze
button twice before.
Usually, I would’ve been still asleep preparing for my night
shift at work but I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately. I
seize the bottle of Absolut Mandarin Vodka that I purchased last
night after my shift from off of my dresser. I unscrew the cap with
vigor. I stand leaning back on my dresser. It’s been one long week
— and it’s only Wednesday. I am in desperate need of this quick
libation escape to prepare for the whirlwind I am about to face at
work. I have been drinking since I left my day job today. I take a
big gulp of the liquor straight from the crystal clear glass bottle.
“Whew, that was strong.” I exclaim as the alcohol penetrates
my palate.
I look over at the framed 8x10 picture of my ex-boyfriend
Christian and I that we took the day of my 19th birthday— the
day he took his own life.
I reach over to hit the dismiss button on my cellphone to stop
my alarm from buzzing and pick the picture up so that I can view
it more closely.
“Why did you have to leave me Christian? You were the only
person I had!” I profess to myself, unable to hold back the tears
streaming from my deep gray eyes.
I place the picture over my heart. Somehow, whenever I do so,
I seem to feel a bit better. However, there is nothing that could
ease the agonizing pain of losing your first and only love.
He held the key to my heart. He shared a piece of my soul. He
made life worth living. And now he is gone— forever.
I gently wipe the tears from my face to no avail. The tears
begin to pour harder from my eyes as if they are little beads of
hail hitting a window pane.
“Christian, you were my everything. You left me here all
alone. You promised that you would protect me— but you lied. I
miss you so much…” I scream launching the picture I was just
holding toward its target, the reddish brown brick wall located
behind my bedframe. The photo forcefully reaches its destination
and shards of glass carpet the glossy hardwood floor.
I glance at myself in the mirror. The beautiful reflection does
such a wonderful job at hiding all the ugliness deriving from the
torment, hurt and abandonment that dwells within me.
I haven’t been able to contain my emotions this week. This
very week two years ago I experienced the best and worst
birthday of my life.
I can remember that day like it was yesterday.
“No, Day don’t even go there.” I instruct my mind.
Nevertheless, it disobeys me and starts to relive the terrific
moments that occurred before tragedy overtook that day.
I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he was yearning for
me sexually. He could never conceal his emotions for me, no
matter if he tried.
“Whatever!” I stated in a nonchalant tone.
Just as he couldn’t conceal his emotions for me, I most
certainly couldn’t hide my emotions for him. I was addicted to his
love. I loved him so much it was scary. Not because I thought he
would hurt me— I was scared that the type of love we shared was
so rare, that I was afraid of ever losing it.
Christian was the first guy to ever take the time to get to
know me— the real me. Growing up as a fat girl, most guys just
viewed me an as easy fuck. So I had my guard up— but Christian
put in the work and broke through the barb wire, iron fence, and
steel bars I had placed over my heart.
“Did you open your card?” He asked pulling me closer to him.
“No, I haven’t.” I answered wondering what the card entailed.
I leaned over the bed. I slid the tray over to the side to get the
card placed on the stark white duvet I had just purchased the day
before.
A slew of emotions filled up within me as I eagerly ripped open
the hot pink envelope. I pulled the card out and started reading
aloud the hand-written message, “Now, that you have had
birthday breakfast in bed… It’s now time for you to receive some
birthday head.” I started blushing as soon as I finished reading
what Christian wrote.
Before I could turn around to face him, he had spun me back
around, lifted me off of my feet and threw me on the bed.
“You know what time it is. You got to enjoy your meal— now I
shall enjoy mine!” He declared with sensual conviction never
taking his eyes off of me.
I sat up in the bed as my heartbeat raced in anticipation.
Every time Christian and I made love, it was magical. I could feel
the first of many orgasms I felt that day, building up within me
as my throbbing pussy yearned for the man I loved. He squeezed
my thighs as his hands rubbed up and down. I removed his white
wife beater he was wearing exposing his bulging muscles.
Christian was a dream come true— literally. I thought that a
guy like him would like a girl like me only in my dreams. He had
magnificent blue eyes, a handsome face with a cleanly shaven
mustache and connecting beard cut with precision that framed
his face perfectly, silky smooth sun-kissed skin, full semi-short
golden dirty blond hair, and beautifully sculpted muscles that
would make any fitness guru jealous.
I glided my fingers along his beard then traced his full lips.
“Take that off.” He instructed me.
I quickly removed the cobalt blue negligée I was wearing. He
then started sucking on my right nipple as he caressed the other
DDD breast. The matching cheeky boy shorts I had on were
filling up with wetness as his rock hard cock pressed against my
inner thigh.
His lips released my right breast. Not one second later, his
mouth made its way up to my neck. His moist kisses sent a spark
of sexual heat through me. Then his lips embarked on a trail of
kisses down my body.
“Lie back,” Christian commanded in his sexy voice.
“No,” I defied his command.
His captivating eyes glanced at me in shock and amazement. I
am usually submissive and do as I am told in the bedroom— but
for some reason on that day, I wanted to be in control. After all it
was my birthday and he had to do what I wanted.
“No,” He retorted with a devilish grin.
He opened my legs wider and pulled me closer towards him.
He snatched my panties off of me and I felt two of his fingers
entering my wet tenderloins.
He moved them around in a come hither motion causing a
creamy eruption between my thighs. I let out a sigh of ecstasy
and exhaled deeply as my legs started to tremble. I felt my juices
dripping all over my new satin sheets— but at that moment I
didn’t give a damn.
“Harder baby,” I whispered with bated breaths yearning for
more.
His fingers smashed deeper into my sugary walls. Suddenly,
he got on his knees. Afterwards, he started nibbling on my clit as
he continued to massage my inner captivity with his long, thick
fingers. His tongue lapping up my juices as if it were the last
thing he would ever taste.
“So wet. So sweet. I’ll make you regret telling me no.” He
groaned before his tongue dove back into my river of wetness.
I grabbed his hair tightly as I felt the first orgasm blast
through me. My body shook in sheer ecstasy.
“Christian, I want to feel you inside of me.” I vowed almost
breathless.
“No,” He uttered in a blasé tone.
He stood up and said, “Well, I satisfied my hunger.” He began
to walk in the direction of our bedroom door.
“Baby, I want to feel you inside of me.” I repeated myself. I
hoped that he would stop playing games and fuck me real good.
“No, you have to beg first.” He responded again as he licked
his lips.
“Beg… Never!” I expressed flirtatiously with a giggle.
“Hmm, you are being quite defiant today birthday girl.” He
stated looking ever so scrumptious.
I wanted him so bad in that moment but I knew that I couldn’t
give in to the sexual power game he was playing.
He walked back over towards me. He stood right in front of me
and grabbed me by the hair pulling my head upward bringing my
lips inches apart from his.
He didn’t say a word.
I knew that he wanted me to beg.
By putting on his dominant demeanor he probably thought
that I would break— but giving in and begging was the last thing
I was about to do.
He loosened his grasp on my hair.
Then, I slowly rubbed my hands up and down his chest. I slid
down the navy blue Nike shorts he was wearing to free his long,
thick glistening cock. His cock bounced eagerly as I released it
from the barrier of his shorts. I took my index finger and circled
the shaft of his cock. Next, I moved my hand up and down his
ready cock, keeping eye contact with Christian the entire time.
I could play this game too… He wanted to feel me just as much
as I wanted to feel him.
He bit down on his lip trying hard to resist my temptation. I
moved closer toward him and lined his cock across my labia. He
groaned as I opened my legs wider, revealing my plump pink
pussy. I circled his massive cock around and around teasing him
with his own body against mine.
“Shit… Stop playing and stick it in, Day.” He stated longingly.
“No, you have to beg first.” I whispered coquettishly.
I clinched down on his cock with my pussy before allowing it to
enter me.
“Day, please let me go inside. Please baby. I need you right
now. Please-e-e.” Christian pleaded giving in to my reverse
psychology tactic.
“Yes, you may enter.” I obliged grabbing him by the ass,
pulling him deeper into me.
“Ooh,” I moaned as he entered me with intense force. There
was no denying how much his cock wanted the permission to the
entrance of one of his most prized aspects of my body.
“Damn, your pussy feels so good.” He growled as he began to
fuck me incessantly.
“I could stay inside you forever… Day, don’t ever give my
pussy away.” He whispered as his cocked banged in and out of me
faster and faster.
Another orgasm ripped through my body as a sense of
euphoria entranced my entirety. At that point I felt Christian
sliding out of me. I squeezed tightly on his cock with my pussy
muscles, doing all that I could to maintain the good feeling he
ignited between my legs.
“Baby, don’t stop… Why are you stopping?” I was puzzled. I
knew for sure that he hadn’t come yet and I was more than ready
to feel the multiple orgasms I hadn’t released yet.
“You want this dick?” He questioned with authority and a
smirk.
I sighed heavily but didn’t respond. We made eye contact. I
knew that my eyes answered and spoke what my lips didn’t say.
His eyes blazed with complete desire as well. I was too horny. I
started to move my hips in a circular motion to get more of his
cock back inside of me.
“No, you have to beg for it I said. If you want me to keep
fucking you, you are going to beg me for this big dick that you
love so much. Now do you really want this big dick birthday girl?”
He teased withdrawing even more from my super wet hole.
I nodded my head but didn’t answer.
He kissed me on my neck— in the very spot located where only
he knows, which takes me to another dimension.
“I don’t believe you want this dick.” He stated arousing me yet
teasing me with his pleasure instrument. He rammed his dick
inside of me sending a titillating chill down my spinal cord. Then
he started to retreat once more.
“Do you want this dick real bad?” He questioned tantalizing
me with the shaft of his penis pleasing the nerve endings at the
entrance of my pussy.
I nodded my head again. I wasn’t about to beg— but I wanted
to feel him completely again so bad— real bad.
“Tell me how bad you want me.” He told me in a stern tone.
His blue eyes ferociously eyeing my body as if he was the king of
the jungle and I was his unsuspecting prey.
“Christian, I want to feel your big dick bad, baby. I need to feel
you real bad. Please fuck me. Fuck me now, Christian!” I begged.
He broke me. I had succumbed to his irresistible sexual prowess.
I felt him slowly moving deeper inside me again. All I could do
was close my eyes as he filled me up. As much as I enjoyed when
he fucked me, what I craved most was our lovemaking.
We slid up on the bed so that he was positioned right on top of
me. He increased his pace creating a knocking sound as my head
gently hit up against the dense cherry wood headboard. He
moved his cock back and forth smashing against my g-spot. I felt
another orgasm boom through me and my body shuddered
against him as he stimulated me with precision. I wrapped my
legs tighter around his torso. He graced me with passionate
lingering kisses. The sweet moisture of his tongue combined with
his cock deep inside of my love box had produced a tidal wave of
wetness on the bedspread that had curled up beneath us.
“I love you, Day… More than you will ever know.” He
whispered in my ear. Then, he commenced to sucking on my hard
nipples decreasing his pace to nice and slow.
“I love you more, Christian.” I moaned as his cock pressed all
the right erotic buttons.
“Oh shit, I’m about to come, Day!” He proclaimed as he sped
up his pace again. His cock hammered in me with immaculate
intensity.
“Baby, not yet not yet.” I breathlessly cried out feeling a
climax building within me.
I clenched the sheets as I felt him and me simultaneously
reaching our peaks as we came together.
He exited me slowly. Next, he rolled over so that he was now
beside me. I laid my head on his sweaty chest feeling his
heartbeat thump as his breath gradually returned to normal. He
ran his fingers through my thick curly dark auburn colored hair.
“Day, I want you to promise me something.” Christian stated
in a serious tone.
“What baby?” I inquired as I felt a shift in his energy.
“That no matter what happens, you will never forget about
me.” He stated with melancholy.
“Baby, I promise… You know I could never forget you. Why,
would you say that?” I questioned curious and concerned. It
seemed a bit strange to say that right after we had just engaged
in mind-blowing sex.
I didn’t know where that statement was coming from. I felt
uneasy as I thought about how life would be if he ever left me.
I cringed as I envisioned for a split second how life would feel
minus my significant other. I would never forget the aching in my
heart as emptiness overcame me visualizing me with no
Christian.
“No reason… Just remember that I’ll love you forever.” He
replied, with his winning smile.
I felt his spirits lift as he kissed me on the forehead. He
wrapped his brawny arms around me squeezing me tenderly in
his warm embrace.
With Christian, I felt safe. I felt secure. I felt alive.
That was the last time Christian and I made love— and the
first time I ever imagined life without him. The day he died, a
piece of me died with him— and I’ll never be the same.
Chapter Two
I have been asked out by some highly popular NFL and NBA
players since starting at the club— many of whom have girls in
various cities swarming them on a daily basis. I politely decline
though— my heart already seized by another.
I always find one guy I can avert my attention to. It makes it
much easier and makes the guys throw more dollars to get me
near them.
I spot a man who catches my eye as another red light blankets
the audience. He’s posted on the side of the stage. Unlike the
other guys, he isn’t vying to get my attention. He sits watching
me with indifference palming a stack of money on the table.
I dance over to him, removing my obi, the sash holding my
kimono in place, revealing the minimal garments covering my
ample body while displaying my best signature moves— but he
still doesn’t seem entertained. I glide down the stairs to his table.
After the first couple of times I went down where the guys
stand, I damn near got ambushed. So I vowed to remain on the
stage from then on.
But this guy has made me break the rule I set upon myself. I
reach the table and grab him by the hand. I walk him up to the
stage where a chair is sitting by the pole.
“What’s your name?” I whisper in his ear as he takes his seat.
“Knight,” The strikingly handsome man who looks about my
age states in a deep fervent tone.
“Mmm, I like that.” I purr still in character. I rub my left hand
across his chest. The beat drops on the song playing and I sit
down on his lap.
“Every woman wants a knight in shining armor, right?” He
whispers in my ear brazenly. I can tell by the look on his face and
his whole demeanor that he’s a cocky one— the hardest to crack.
The cocky ones are infamous for rationing out the dollars. You
have to practically fuck them on stage to get them to give you any
money.
I start to gyrate my hips back and forth on him in unison with
the music picturing that he’s Christian. I close my eyes and get
lost in the moment. For a minute, I forget where I am as Knight
moves his hands up and down my body with aggressive
tenderness. He touches me in just the right spots bringing me
pure pleasure— just as Christian did. Knight kisses me on my
neck, his supple lips pressing on my hot spot. This sends a
magnitude of emotions through me. I’m in a state of complete
bliss as his fingers slide down my back and in between my round
ass cheeks.
“You’re the best girl I seen thus far.” Knight informs me as I
feel his hard cock beating against my black mesh and satin thong
I’m wearing. My 44 triple D breasts smashing against his brick
hard chest as he lures me closer to him.
I snap back to reality and realizing where I am, I hop off of
him swiftly. I sashay over to the stripper pole and begin to engage
in my classic pole aerobatics.
Knight never takes his blue eyes off of me. If I didn’t have his
attention before it’s very apparent that I have it now— as if his
hard cock didn’t just divulge that.
Knight ignites an amazing feeling that I haven’t felt in a long
time— since before and after Christian entered my life.
In a way, it makes me feel a bit dirty— in a bad and good way.
I struggle to shake off the feelings. I don’t want to feel those
feelings about anyone else.