Page 56 of Power of Shadow

I want to go on that stage, throw her over my shoulder, and take her to my office, where she can put on a show just for me. I want to do it, but I don’t. This is her moment, so I decide to let things take their course, intrigued by what she has in store.

Shadow slowly walks up to the pole in the middle of the stage and stands in front of it. Leaning back, she rests her back against it and slides down. Dressed in tight leather pants, she spreads her knees. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, and I don’t take mine off her.

Good God.

I bite my lower lip. My throat is dry; I involuntarily lick my lips. There is less and less room in my pants.

Fuck me. I want everything she can give me.

This woman is going to kill me one day. She’s like the wet dream of every horny teenager. And that’s exactly how I feel. Like a teenage boy.

Her hands first slide down and then move up her body, brushing her breasts along the way. They caress her neck and move suggestively down again.

She’s incredibly alluring.

Shadow’s lips open slightly, her chest moving faster. She’s as excited as I am, and I hope the show she’s putting on for me is the reason.

A moment later, Shadow gets up from the dance floor and starts a real pole dance. This is…

Jesus Christ. It’s indescribable. It’s pure magic. Her seductive movements, spinning around her axis... Her delicacy and unprecedented flexibility are mesmerizing. And when she hangs sideways, holding herself up with only the strength of her arms…

“I’ve seen nothing like this.”

I turn around. Another man is staring at her like she’s the most delicious dessert, and I dream of gouging his eyes out right there.

My murderous instincts kick in. “I advise you to look away and fuck off in the opposite direction, because in ten seconds you won’t be able to look at your dick ever again.”

The threat does the trick, and the guy takes his frightened face out of my line of sight.

I scan the room, confused, and then notice more daredevils, more of those moronic walking corpses, by the stage.

Not only that. They’re all staring at Shadow. My Shadow!

I want to explode and bury each of them under the lowest floor of the club.

Another fucker speaks up. “That’s a brilliant move. A masked temptress. I’d love to—”

“Wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. You want to live to see tomorrow, right?” I say in an ominous voice.

The guy raises his hands in surrender. Maybe he has some sense after all.

Trying to ignore the company, I look at Shadow again. She dances, completely unaware of the interest she’s generating. She’s so beautiful, sexy. She exudes confidence, her movements promising unearthly pleasure.

When the song ends, she slides down the pole onto the floor. Her parted lips tremble, and I have to bite my cheek because I want to sink my teeth into that plush delight.

She catches my eye and closes her eyelids slightly. Then, on all fours, moves slowly in my direction. Leg after leg, hand after hand, until she reaches the edge.

Shadow leans. Her warm breath on my skin.

“I’ll be in touch. I have a proposal for you,” she murmurs.

“Why don’t we do it right now?” I ask, clenching my hands. The urge to touch her is unbearable.

I’m so turned on that even breathing is painful.

“Not today. Just dropped by to say hello.”

She’s standing now, towering over me, and my hands are itching to grab her waist and steal her for myself.