Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
Come on pretty baby kiss me deadly

(Kiss Me Deadly by Lita Ford)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Regina Mills complained, shifting in the hard wooden chair, trying to move out of the line of sight of the creeper at the table next to them. It was her birthday, and she should have been out dancing, instead she was stuck in a dimly lit whiskey bar because her best friend, Tink, caught her in a moment of weakness. She convinced Regina that it was a good idea to spend her birthday at a dive bar listening to a metal band.

"Oh stop complaining and just drink more." Tink slid another shot of whiskey across the table. Regina didn't normally drink hard liquor, but if she was going to make it through the rest of the night she was going to need it. She downed her shot, the amber liquor burning her throat the whole way down. Between the wine at dinner and the shots of whiskey, her head was starting to feel all fuzzy, and her body was becoming more relaxed.

The lights in the bar dimmed and Tink leaped up from her chair. She grabbed her hand and pulled Regina out of her seat, dragging her toward the stage, practically ripping Regina's arms out of the socket in the process. She knocked a couple of random girls out of the way, securing their spot at the front of the stage. Okay, she could do this, just two more hours and she can go home, Regina whispered to herself.

The opening guitar lick brought Regina's attention to the center of the stage just as a dark figure stopped before her. Her eyes traveled up and up his long muscular legs, lingering a little too long on the exquisite bulge hiding behind his dark denim jeans, before traveling up to his chest. His shirt hugged every hard sculpted muscle.

Regina's body immediately reacted to him. Her thighs pinched together and an ache she hadn't felt in years began to throb between her legs. The beat of the bass drum mimicked the beat of her clit as she gazed upon this man, who was basically sex on two legs. Regina didn't know what was coming over her. He was not the type of guy Regina usually went for. He oozed sex and screamed bad boy. All the things Regina stayed clear of. It didn't keep her mind from imagining his arms pinning her down while he pounded her into submission.

Regina's eyes finally made it up to his face. His strong chiseled jaw line looked like the perfect throne to sit on while he ravaged her with his tongue. His eyes burned into hers when their eyes finally met. He flashed her a knowing smirk with the most dangerous pair of dimples Regina had ever seen. He kept her locked in his intense gaze, like he was trying to read her mind and discover all the filthy things she wanted him to do to her. He gave Regina a wink before starting the song. The moment she heard his deep gruff voice, she immediately knew she was royally fucked.

As Regina was staring up at him, she was bumped by another woman who wanted to get close to the stage. She then proceeded to lift her shirt and flash the band, the lead singer that Regina had been mesmerized by. Regina rolled her eyes at the desperation of the other brunette.

He commanded the stage, every eye in the place was on him, including Regina's. She couldn't tear her gaze off him. She was completely transfixed. She couldn't even look away when he would catch her staring at him. He just grinned like he knew he had her, and boy, did he ever.

She's never felt such a strong attraction toward any man like she had with this complete stranger. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, and she wanted him between her legs making her scream his name…once she found out what it was.

"Come on sweet lips, let me buy ya one drink."

Sweet lips, was this asshole for real? The moment her ass hit the soft cushion of her barstool the creep douche that had been stalking her all night slid up next to her, reeking of gin and cheap cologne. The smell was so potent it was making Regina's eyes water, and the way he kept touching her arm was making her skin crawl.

"For the last time, no!" Regina started to reach out to slap his hand away from her arm, when she felt a hand slide around her waist. She looked over her shoulder, her hand forming a fist, ready to knock this new asshole to the ground. Her mouth dropped open, and her fist fell to her side when her eyes met a familiar pair of sparkling blue eyes; the eyes that she had been staring at from below the stage for most of the night.

"Hey babe, I've been looking for you everywhere." He leaned in pressing his warm full lips against hers. Her body hummed as he kissed her deeply. The way his tongue possessed every inch of her mouth short-circuited Regina's brain. What was happening right now?

When his lips finally left hers, she sat there in a complete daze trying to catch her breath. No one has ever left her breathless after a kiss before.

His arm wrapped tighter around her waist completely enveloping her against his hard body.

"Beat it Keith, she's mine," he said sharply, giving Keith an evil glare.

Keith backed away slowly, a look of fear was painted across his face. "I'm sorry Robin, I didn't know she was yours." Keith turned and bolted out of the bar, like a scared little chicken.

So, her mystery man's name was Robin. That was going to sound good echoing through her bedroom later.

He slid over to the bar keeping his arm firmly around her waist, like he was sending a message to the rest of the men in the club that she was claimed. Boy did Regina want to be claimed by him, in every way imaginable.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue and for the kiss." Regina shyly smiled. That kiss would forever be tattooed on her lips.

"Keith is a snake and I couldn't let him sink his teeth into you, at least not until I got my chance," he said with a sly grin on his lips.

She had to bit her lip to stop from smiling. He would get his chance as long as he kept kissing her like before.

"Besides, a knock out like you sticks out in a place like this. Guys around here don't see many women like you walking in here, and they tend to get overly possessive. I'm just protecting what's mine."

"Yours, huh? Pretty presumptuous of you to think I would sleep with someone like you." Regina gave him a sideways glance before taking a sip of her drink.

"The way you were eyeing me up on stage makes me think otherwise. I think an uptight little thing like you needs a release those asshole corporate guys can't give you with their limp dicks," he smirked from behind his shot of whiskey.

Who the hell was he to call her uptight? Regina could feel the rage bubbling inside me. "Excuse me, where do you come off calling me uptight?" She wiggled free from his grasp, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to him. Holding her tight against his side. Every part of him hard…perfect… muscle.

"I can read it all over you by the way you are dressed. That pursed look on your face before the show. Hell, you are in a whiskey bar and you are drinking wine. You really need to loosen that stick out of your ass."

Smug asshole. Her eyes narrowed at him, her face burning hot with anger. "Do you really think saying shit like that is going to get me to drop my panties? Or does that only work on classless hoes like that one that flashed you earlier?"

"That's just Marian, a groupie who has slept with every member of the band, except me. Just calm down, sweetheart, I'm just pushing your buttons, and you and I both know your panties dropped for me the moment I walked on stage." He flashed her a cocky grin, making those damn dimples erupt across his cheeks. Making it harder for Regina to stay pissed at him.

"You are such an asshole," Regina spat out, pulling herself out of his grasp. Grabbing her bag, she started for the exit. Regina wanted to hate him, he saw right through her and called her out on her shit. But as much as she hated to admit it, he was right about everything. The moment she'd set foot in that bar Regina had wanted to turn around and leave, it was dark and dingy and not the type of place she would willing walk into.

"Where do you think you are going?" Robin grabbed her arm swinging her around and lifted her off of her feet like she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Put me down," Regina shrieked, kicking her feet and hitting his back with her purse, but it didn't faze him in the slightest. He just continued to carry her through the bar and outside. The cold night air hit her hot flesh sending a chill down her spine. The parking lot was eerily dark, except for one flickering street light in the far corner.

"Do you have a name, Sex Kitten?" he asked as he continued to walk.

"It's Regina. Now put me down!" Regina shouted. He finally stopped in back hallways of the bar, he gripped her arms, not letting her go.

"How dare you just pick me up like some caveman?" Regina was yelling at him with the loud noises coming from the bar.

"So here is what's going to happen, Kitten. You are going to come back to my apartment, where I will spend the rest of the night fucking you all over every square inch of you. So, what do you say, are you ready for an adventure with me?"