The Dance
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đź“– Chapter 2: The Dance
The private room was dim, the single red light above the couch casting everything in the color of sin.
Aurora stood in front of him, every cell in her body buzzing as Marcus sat back, legs spread, dark eyes fixed on her like she was prey he’d already decided to devour.
She’d done hundreds of private dances.
This felt different.
She tried to steady her breathing, rolling her shoulders back as she let her fingers trail up her thighs, over the skimpy black lingerie that had become her second skin.
Marcus didn’t blink.
His jaw ticked, his hands resting on his knees, but there was tension there, like he was holding himself back.
Why is he here? Why me?
The music started, a slow, dark beat that vibrated through the floor, matching the thunder of her heart.
Aurora began to move, hips swaying, sliding her hands over her body as she turned, letting her hair fall down her back, every movement trained, controlled.
But with his eyes on her, it felt like she was unraveling.
She turned to face him, rolling her hips, her hands drifting lower as she stepped closer, close enough to smell his cologne, clean and sharp, with something darker underneath.
His eyes dropped to her thighs, then back up, meeting her gaze.
He was breathing harder now, but his face was calm, controlled, a predator waiting for the perfect moment.
She straddled him, careful not to touch, feeling the heat of his body as she moved, the music pounding as she leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.
His breath hitched.
“You paid for a dance,” she whispered, her voice low, almost a challenge.
His hands twitched on his knees, but he didn’t touch her.
Not yet.
“I paid for you,” he corrected softly, his voice like velvet wrapping around her throat.
Aurora froze, her breath catching, but she forced herself to keep moving, grinding down just enough to make him feel her heat, her power, her control.
His eyes darkened, and she saw it—need, hunger, and something else, something dangerous.
The song ended, but neither of them moved.
The room was silent except for their breathing.
She started to pull back, to slide off him, but his hand shot out, gripping her hip, holding her in place.
“I said I always get what I want,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Aurora’s heart pounded, fear and desire tangled in a dangerous knot in her stomach.
“And what is it you want?” she whispered, hating the way her voice shook.
His dark eyes met hers, unblinking, unwavering.
“You.”
She swallowed, trying to find her voice, trying to remember why she was here, why she needed the money, why she couldn’t afford to fall for a man like him.
“You got your dance,” she said, forcing steel into her tone.
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, and he reached into his jacket, pulling out another crisp stack of bills.
Two thousand dollars.
“Then dance for me again.”
Aurora stared at the money, then back at him, heat pooling low in her belly, her mind screaming at her to say no.
But her hand reached out, taking the money, her fingers brushing against his, electricity sparking between them.
She stood, backing away, her breath ragged, her body already aching for a touch she couldn’t allow herself to want.
“One more dance,” she said.
His eyes glittered.
“For now.”
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