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Chapter Three

Lilith

That look in their eyes is what drives me to sway with every vibration of the music.

The power.

The control.

Every single man that looks at me is caught under my spell.

I own them.

My hands wrapped around the bars of the cage as I leaned my chest into the metal, sliding my body down then back up the bars, as if they were the man that was staring at me like I was his personal goddess.

They all felt that way, and I relished in the feeling of having that power over them.

My smile grew wide as I let out a sinister laugh.

They could never touch me.

Only look.

I danced around my cage the way I wanted, enjoying the music and being a tease.

My black biker boots kicked the cage, catching the attention of the small group of men that were chatting at the bar. They were not paying enough attention to me, and right now I wanted all the eyes I could get.

One man, however, did not turn toward me. He just drank away his memories from a tall glass. He was large, and fit.

Challenge accepted. I owned every other man in this room, and no longer cared if they were looking right at me. All I wanted was his gaze on me. I wanted to see the man that would choose the bottle over the curves of a beautiful woman he didn’t know he couldn’t have.

I writhed, and my hips pulsed to the sides with the beat. I stared at him and no one else, knowing by the tensing of his back he could feel my gaze on him.

Slowly, he turned around and leveled me with a look of anger.

I laughed at his scowl and continued to dance for him only. It was the same man that was in the club about a week ago. He had looked me over, and wanted me like everyone else. But then he left.

Now, his eyes took in my purple halter top and leather pants with indifference. That just would not do.

I never left my cage for a man.

But this one was trying my patience.

My fingers gripped the handle on the inside of the cage and I was out of my self-imposed prison in seconds. Our gazes were locked onto each other.

I had no clue what I was going to do when I got to him, but I was more of a fly by the crotch of my pants girl than a plotter.  Every other person in the club was watching me walk toward the man at the bar, like I was a tiger loose from her prison. They wanted to see what I was going to do.

Pounce, baby. I was going to pounce.

Something in those angry, brown eyes made me want to erase his pain. I’d known anger like what was running through him right now. And I knew just the thing that would make it all better.

He didn’t stop me as I hopped right into his lap and grabbed his drink.

In fact, he was looking at me like I was crazy. What did he think I was going to do? Kiss him?

Laughable.