Page 3 of In Love and Revenge

I stare up at her, entranced as she sways, running her hands up and down her sides in time to the low, heady music pumping through the speakers. She lets her fingers trail over her ribs, dragging the gold sequin fabric with them, before she lets it drop, cutting off my view of her perfect, silky skin.

‘You don’t deserve to even look at me,’ she hisses in disgust.

I draw in a deep breath, my eyes pinned on hers.

Light blue glitters back at me in contention.

This is exactly what I need.

‘Now, Beauty. That’s no way to talk to me. Not when you know what you did.’

Her eyes narrow in question and I reach down and readjust my rock-hard dick in my trousers.

‘I want you to take that dress off,’ I tell her, spreading my arms wide across the back of the seat. ‘And I want you to beg for my forgiveness with your pretty little tits out.’

Her eyelids hood and for a second her façade slips as she gazes at me with lust-filled eyes.

‘Now,’ I instruct sharply.

She blinks, her mask slotting back into place seamlessly.

I inhale through my nose as she undoes a ribbon around her neck which sends her dress falling to the floor and pooling around her feet.

Pursing my lips, I admire the dusky pink of her nipples. I wonder ifherswould be the same shade.

She hooks her fingers into the sides of her G-string, and seconds later it joins her dress on the floor.

My dick swells painfully in my suit trousers as she climbs on to the seat, placing her knees either side of my thighs.

I let out a rich groan as she brings her tits closer to my face and lowers her bare pussy into my lap.

‘That’s a good girl.’

She circles over my aching cock, and I flex my fingers against the back of the seat, tipping my head back and closing my eyes as euphoria floods my veins.

It’s about fucking time.

I suck in a sharp breath as she grinds down on my dick like she’s using it as a tool to chase her own release. Her breathy whimpers are like music to my damn ears.

I spread my thighs wider, forcing her to stretch around them.

‘That’s it, Beauty,’ I hiss. ‘Now beg me.’

She gasps as my solid cock pushes hard against her pussy.

‘I’m sorry,’ she pants. ‘Forgive me.’

‘Fuck. Again.’ I clench my teeth, screwing my eyes shut as she places her hands on to my shoulders and uses them as leverage to ride my dick harder.

‘I need you to forgive me. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know,’ she cries.

I tense, a flash of anger spiking in my gut at the blatant lie. Of coursesheknew. How could she not?

I could give two hundred and forty bloody million reasons why.

The dancer mistakes my sudden rigidness for the torture of having to exercise physical restraint, rather than what it is ... pure unfiltered rage.

I screw my eyes shut tighter, desperate to get back to where I was moments ago.