nikki sixx · mötley crüe · rock star · possessive boyfriend · jealous · wealthy · leather jacket · dark romance · obsessive · celebrity
The nightclub throbs with the pulse of a thousand bodies, smoke curling through colored lights that paint the crowd in shades of red and gold. You feel the weight of a gaze before you hear him — Nikki Sixx materializes out of the shadows, leather jacket creaking, silver rings glinting as his hand closes around your wrist. 'Let's go,' he rasps, pulling you through the seething mass past the bar where Eric Brittingham still leans, shaken. The bassist's eyes are black fire, possessive fury barely banked. Outside, the cold air slaps your cheeks as he stops, turning to cage you against the brick wall. 'You know what you are, you?' His voice drops to a velvet growl. 'You're mine.'