A STRIPPER FOR TWO BROTHERS

THE DANGER THAT LOOMS

CHAPTER TWO

The tension in the dressing room was thick enough for anyone to choke on.

Axel’s shirt, still felt warm from his skin, clinging to her like a second skin, the fabric covering her entire frame.

His shirt carried his scent. Musky, woody, with a hint of herbal spices. It was intoxicating, enough to drag her to sleep.

Her thighs ached, chafing with every move. Her entire body felt sticky, a reminder that she’d just let a stranger, a sexy man with the smirk of a devil f**k her senseless against the wall. And Cruz had seen. He had watched her come undone.

His green eyes, which she had seen earlier was cool, like polished jade. But now? It was replaced with something feral. Anger? Hatred? Jealousy? She couldn't place her hand on what it was.

They stared at each other like hungry wolves ready to devour. Every breath laced with unspoken threats.

Axel stood bold, confident, and unbothered, his bare chest on full display, his muscles rising with each breath.

He wiped a smear of her lip gloss from his lips, smirking at Cruz like he had won a war.

“What? You came to play knight or what? She doesn’t want you here, she has had her fun.”Axel smiled, his eyes flickering to her—a satisfied, possessive look, like she had signed her soul to the devil.

She stepped back a bit, trying to run away from the whole chaos going on in front of her.

Cruz didn’t respond to Axel, his fists clenched, causing his knuckles to turn white. He moved closer, His cologne covering the place. He smelled expensive and soft unlike Axel.

Up close, his breath reeked of whiskey. His presence was quiet, not as deadly as Axel’s.

His eyes lingered on Axel’s shirt on her shoulders, tracing it down. She felt completely naked under his Gaze.

His eyes slowly traced the fresh bruise on her neck from all the kissing and biting.

Something dark flickered in his eyes. She saw it again—Rage? Hurt? Need? His gaze was enough to make her core clench again, guilt shooting up her throat.

He scoffed. “You think marking her makes her yours? Makes her your property? You’re pathetic.” Cruz scoffed, moving closer to Axel.

Axel’s smirk faded, turning to a snarl, his eyes were now filled with rage.

“Marking her you say?” He smiled.

He lunged forward, his hands reaching out to grab Paris’s neck, not enough to choke her, but enough to show possession. His fingers curled around her throat like a collar, enough to make her gasp. Her body betrayed her instantly. She hated it, but she couldn't say no.

Her n*****s hardened under the lace, her core clenching from fresh heat, despite the exhaustion. He yanked her closer to his bare chest slick from sweat, His mouth claiming her’s. The kiss deepened, filled with feral hunger. Her body yielded, her hips grinding on his thigh, a small whimper escaped her mouth as his free hand grabbed her ass, spanking it. Axel’s eyes never left Cruz. His gaze became fierce, showing Cruz the effect he had on Paris.

Cruz’s eyes turned red, his breath hitching as he watched them. He looked like he was ready to attack.

Axel broke the kiss with a smile on his face, his hands still wrapped around her throat.

“You see that Golden boy?” His hands move down her body bold and unapologetic, moving her thong to the side as his fingers plunge inside her slick heat.

“She’s still dripping for me,” he whispered.

Her traitorous p***y clenched to his fingers, hungry for orgasm, betraying everything. She bit her lips, stifling a moan. She felt shameless under the two of them but couldn’t do anything.

Axel laughed low, pulling his fingers to show Cruz. He raised his finger, already soaked with her p***y juice, glistening under the light with a smirk on his face.

“Look how bad she wants this c**k. She’s not a sucker for Good boys like you. The ones that want intimate missionaries while looking into their eyes. Look at her, she wants to be bent against a counter and f****d senselessly. She wants me. She wants to be pinned against the wall and f****d till she can’t walk. Can you do that?” He said, a laugh laced with mockery vibrated from his throat as he shoved her aside, moving towards Cruz.

Cruz's eyes locked on Axel’s slick fingers, then his eyes moved to her, glaring with rage.

“You bastard.” He turned to Axel, ready to jump at him, but Axel’s phone rang.

He scooped his phone from his pocket with his other hand, licking her juice from his fingers as he answered the call, his eyes fixed on Cruz with a smirk.

Axel’s smirk faded seconds after he picked the call.

“Si.” he said, ending the call.

He turned to Paris, the smile coming back on his face.

“You taste too good to forget. Paris.”

Her skin turned pale almost immediately, her heart slamming against her ribs. He knew her name, and she didn't recall mentioning it to him. She couldn't help but wonder what else he knew.