Private Dance
1078 Words
“This way, ma’am,” the hostess led me away while Cassie and Katrina waved and winked like idiots
She led me into a smaller room that was dimly lit with blue, purple and red colors. It was quieter and more private.
I took a seat on the only couch that was in the center of the room. It had a side table with champagne chilling in an ice bucket
“Your dancer will be with you shortly,” she said, then left me alone with the music humming low through the speakers.
I looked around, my heart beating steadily. It was just a dare for ten minutes. I could handle it, what could possibly go wrong?
He finally walked in and the air in the room changed. He took one look at me and smirked, and I could swear I felt my heart miss a beat.
If I thought he looked good on the stage, I underrated his appearance because…damn. His hazel colored eyes scanned my figure, his sharp jaw clenching.
I squinted trying to make out the dark pigment that extended from the side of his neck to his arm.
His shoulders were broader than I thought, and my gaze drifted lower, helplessly, counting the rigid abs on his stomach.
The hostess turned the music on before she left us alone together, my ten minutes starting immediately
He started moving slowly, matching the low beat of the music. His hips rolled with every thump, steady and controlled, not rushed.
The way his body moved was too smooth, too confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He ran a hand down his chest, past his abs, stopping just above his waistband. Then he turned around, giving me a full view of his back
When he faced me again, his eyes locked on mine. His wolf cut made his hair fall unto his face but he didn’t look away, not even once, as his fingers went to the button of his pants. One pop, then a slow slide of the zipper. The fabric hit the floor, leaving him in black briefs that showed way too much.
My throat went dry.
I shifted on the couch, crossing my legs as though I could squeeze my arousal and desire back in like that would make it less pathetic.
I didn’t even recognize myself right now.
I’d spent three years building walls so high no man could climb them. And now here I was, melting just because one man decided to roll his hips in front of me.
He walked closer to me, and I felt my pulse quicken, betraying me
He walked around me, like I was prey and he was circling me.
His hands touched my shoulder and I shivered. He dragged his fingers across my shoulders until he reached the nape of my neck.
I closed my eyes, titling my head. God…. his touch was…electric.
He leaned closer until I felt his hot breath on my neck. His hands caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly descending to my chest till his hands were almost on my breast
Part of me wished he would lower and hold them, squeeze them or give them any sort of release, but he withdrew his hands instead and walked in front of me, pouring me a glass of champagne
He handed it to me and I took it. I desperately needed something to lubricate my dry mouth and throat.
A faint beep buzzed in his ear, almost inaudible, maybe a part of his choreography
The glass was raised to my lips, and I was about to take a sip when he took the glass from me and poured the content on his chest
I watched as the liquid glided smoothly down his chest to his ridged abs and I followed the motion, wishing I could lick it off of him as the droplets disappeared at the waistband of his briefs.
At this point, my breathing was coming out in slow rasps.
My head screamed that I needed to get out of here, but my body remained unyielding.
I had never been this horny
I always found a way to manage it, but this time I wished this man would hold me and aggressively f**k me until I couldn’t think about him anymore. The thought disgusted me.
He crouched, looking up at me as he slid his hands in between my legs. He didn’t even need to do much, as I had no control of my muscles. Just a single touch in between my closed legs and my legs fell open
Was there supposed to be this much physical contact?
The thought didn’t last a minute. It dissipated the moment I saw him smirk like he could smell my arousal
I didn’t know which was more humiliating—that if this man wanted, I would let him touch me right here, or the fact that I was so close to begging him to touch me, hold me….just offer me some kind of relief.
His hot breath caressed my thighs, then I felt his fingers inching towards my inner thighs
I should have stopped him.
His hands went higher, inching closer and closer and……suddenly he stopped. My closed eyes flung open, and I couldn’t control the needy look I shot him
He looked over my body with a smirk and, for the first time, I heard him speak, a cool baritone that made my deprived body hum. “Your ten minutes are up.”
He strode, and I watched his ass as he picked up his pants that he had taken off earlier and put them on.
He glanced at me again, that same infuriating smirk on his lips. “You look like a woman who hasn’t been touched in a very long time. Call me, I’d be more than willing, Raina”
I was still recovering from the rich bass of his voice and how it made my body vibrate when he dropped a card on the side table and walked out, the door closing behind him.
I sat there, still trembling, my skin buzzing where he’d touched me.
For the first time since my almost wedding three years ago, I wasn’t in control of anything—not my pulse, not my thoughts, not even my body.
Then it hit me.
He said my name.
I never told him my name.
How the hell did he know who I was?
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