‘What are those marks?’ she asked, walkingcloser to my back. Turning to the mirror, I saw long red lines trailing down my back from her nails. She’d left a mark on me, one that would eventually fade, but for some reason, I didn’t want it to. I wanted her to brand me. Surely, I must be ovulating, as I bordered on insanity with these hormones coursing through my body.
‘Seems I know how to pull the clients you can’t,’ I said, smirking. Nova and I had a healthy competition going, but there was no bad blood between us.
‘Bitch.’ She chuckled. ‘Just be careful the boss doesn’t see those. Only the girls upstairs can be marked and only on their terms.’ Zane was a terrifying boss, and I was glad he enjoyed the more depraved curiosities of the other levels. I couldn’t imagine dancing for him. We all knew he would never cross a line with any of us; he did his best to protect each of us. But if there was anyone I had ever thought was born of the devil, it would be him. Everyone knew his reputation outside these walls and those of the De Luca family. It was part of the reason we felt so safe here; he instilled true primal fear throughout the entire city.
I found myself back downstairs, combing through the crowd as music blared from the speakers. A few men approached me but I didn’t feel like accepting any of their invitations; I was still coming down from the tension of the last dance and frankly didn’t want anyone else’s paws on me, touching the marks she had left behind. They were mine and mine alone.
It wasn’t long before one of the men who had been at her table earlier stopped me.
‘Sunshine, was it?’ he asked, holding out a hand to shake mine. It was an odd gesture, but I didn’t mind it, knowing I had obviously left enough of an impression that sheremembered the name I had given her and even talked about me with her friends.
‘Yeah, and what’s yours big guy?’ I crooned, playing the part and immediately regretting it. It felt wrong.
‘It’s Matt,’ he said matter of factly, not engaging with my hapless attempt at fake flirting.
‘And why are you here, Matt? What can I help you with tonight?’
‘I’m here for my bucks, but what I really want from you is to make sure my best friend over there has a great time,’ he said, pointing behind us.
As I turned, I locked eyes with my mystery girl. Immediately, her eyes heated as they took me in before turning into a look of confusion as she surveyed the scene in front of her, with Matt holding onto my arm. She was on us in moments, subtly turning me towards her and pulling me from her friend’s grasp.
‘Well, what do we have here?’ she asked, cocking a brow at me but talking to her friend.
‘I think I’m owed a dance; it’s my night, after all,’ he said, challenging her.
‘Are you paying?’ she asked. Matt laughed, shaking his head.
‘Go find someone else then; here’s some cash,’ she said, pulling out a thick wad of cash, which left me intrigued and wondering what she did for a living.
‘But I want this one.’ He pouted, pointing to me.
‘Fuck you, Matt. If you want her, then we’re sharing; you don’t get her to yourself, especially if it’s my money.’ She stepped forward, grabbing me by my hand and pulling me towards one of the back rooms, with Matt trailing behind us. Once we were surrounded by curtains, I took thelead. I knew where I wanted to take them—my favourite room, filled with mirrors.
I normally didn’t mind private dances with multiple clients; it broke it up and made the time go quicker. But right now, I wanted to be alone with the woman, and I knew I would struggle to share my time evenly between the two.
It was a larger room than the one I had her in before; on each end was a leather chair, with a mirror spanning across the wall from floor to ceiling. Turning my attention to the man of the hour as the song started, I stalked towards him while my eyes drifted to the gorgeous brunette sitting opposite us.
‘Let’s start with you, shall we, big boy? Let me give you the attention you deserve before I get a touch distracted,’ I said while slowly peeling my eyes off of her relaxed body and onto him. It was a struggle. The entire time I danced with him, my eyes were fixed on hers. Turning around, I gyrated my hips on his lap and leaned back into the crook of his neck. She didn’t look at my body like all the others; no, she watched my face just like last time.
‘You can go to her if you want,’ he said, watching me watch her, knowing I wasn’t quite into dancing with him. He didn’t seem bothered, more amused than anything and like he had been expecting this. Without a second thought, I stood and walked towards her, shedding my red lace and dropping it onto the floor. As I neared her, I felt the world fade away. Nothing else mattered.
‘I’m glad we got this room; it’s my favourite. I thought you would like the show in the mirror,’ I purred.
‘Now you’ll get to feel me while you see everything, and I know you’re not a butt girl, but trust me when I say the view is to die for.’
She raised a brow curiously as I dropped to the ground on all fours in front of her. I drew her leg towards me, pulling my body up as I dragged my lips and tits over the skin of her bare leg. She liked that. I could tell by the way her knees tried to close, clenching at the feeling it gave her. As the music continued, I stood and straddled her, throwing my legs on each side of her hips as I swayed in time with the music.
Her sinful nails drew themselves up my back again until they found their way into the back of my hair, trailing along my scalp, sending shivers up my spine. Slowly, she drew me closer until I was a breath away from her lips, and without thinking, I uttered the stupidest words.
‘Your breath smells divine.’Kill me now. What is wrong with me?All I could think was that she smelled sweet and I wanted a taste. Before I knew it, I was uttering complete unsexy nonsense. She didn’t seem dissuaded, though, as a smirk crept along her lips. She knew what thoughts had led to that confession.
‘I taste even better,’ she purred and it went straight between my legs, making me clench with want. I didn’t think I’d ever have to fear becoming wet in this role, but here I was, worrying that the gushing need that consumed me with those words would become visible.
As I danced, the leather chair tipped slightly as one of its legs raised into the air. Momentarily, I froze, but her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you,’ she purred, reassuring me. I nearly lost my mind in that moment; I needed a minute to regroup after that.
Standing, I moved back to her friend and danced on him some more, never taking my eyes off of her as she continued to stare at me. It made me feel even hotter.Wanted. More than I’ve ever felt before. I saw a flicker of jealousy; she truly didn’t want to share and that thrilled me to no end.
