WrenDavis.
5
Dimitri
YEBAT’ MENYA.
My inhale is a harsh drag, like drawing smoke through a tight filter.
What the fuck is this suka doing here, grinding her ass in this cesspool for men?
Fucking hell, she should be anywhere but here, shaking her tits for sleazy bastards.
I can feel the rage pumping through my blood.
The image of her slicing and dicing her way through a room full of Aleks’s goons, a goddamn force of nature, makes my cock pulse still. It’s where I’ve pumped myself fast and hard when I’ve thought of her wild, crazy look for the past years.
Fuck, I’ve wondered where thatsukadisappeared to.
Notthat I give a flying fuck, but she had a way of crawling under my skin like a fucking rash. And seeing her now, shakingher tits on stage like some common whore… it’s pissing me off in ways I don’t want to think about.
I shake my head like a dog trying to dry off, but the fog won’t fucking clear. Yanking out my phone, I pretend to check the time. My fingers are so tense I nearly crack the damn screen.
“Yob tvoyu mat,” I mutter, shoving it back in my pocket like it’s burned me.
Tsk. Get it together, D!
What am I, some pimply-faced teenager who can’t control his dick?
I grab my glass, but it’s empty.Fucking fantastic.I wave at the waitress, probably looking like I’m having a seizure. When she doesn’t notice, I consider throwing the glass at her head. That might improve her service.
Dammit. The last thing I want is to get Wren’s attention. But my eyes keep drifting back to her like she’s a fucking siren, luring me to my doom. Can’t let her see me watching her like a goddamn hawk.
Wren… she’s always been a thorn in my side. My cock might be hard as a fucking rock watching her, but that’s just biology. It doesn’t mean shit. I’ll rub one out later thinking about those tits, that ass, but that’s as far as it goes.
Fuck me.
I’m seeing red for no fucking reason.
Seeing her acting like another piece of meat on display for the highest bidder. It doesn’t sit right, doesn’t mesh with the image of her I’ve carried in my head all this time.
She hasn’t seen me yet, too focused on her routine, on working the room like the pro I’m sure she is. But it’s only a matter of time before our eyes meet, before the past comes crashing into the present like a fucking freight train.
I shift on the couch, thinking it’ll distract me from Wren, but I’m dead wrong. It’s like the whole fucking room’s disappeared, and it’s just me and her.
She struts up, that red bikini making her tan skin glow like she’s on fire.Blyat, my cock’s so hard it could cut diamonds.
The opening riff of “Pour Some Sugar On Me” blasts through the speakers.What the fuck?Who plays this shit? Oh, right, we’re in a sleazy strip joint. The bass thumps through the room, vibrating in my chest.
Blyat, suck my fucking balls.
The way she moves on that stage… it’s like watching a goddamn snake charmer.
Every twist of her hips, every roll of that tight little body, it’s pure sex. Her tits are out, bouncing and taunting, and that ass… Christ, I imagine sinking my hard cock between those luscious cheeks, thrusting deep as I spank her to see the flesh jiggle in response.
Yob tvoyu mat, I can’t look away.
Can’t even blink.
