Dante shifted on the sofa, clearly frustrated and still rock hard.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and impatient. “Stop playing around and please me. Get on your knees and suck it.”
Maddy stopped dancing and let out a dry laugh.
“I only dance,” she said firmly. “That’s what you paid for. Nothing more.”
Dante’s face hardened. “You’re joking, right? Your boss said you’d give me anything I want. Don’t act difficult now.”
Maddy stood her ground, eyes sharp behind the mask. “Then your boss lied. I don’t f**k clients in the back room. Take your money and enjoy the dance or leave.”
The tension rose quickly. Dante stood up, grabbing her wrist. “You think you can tease me like that and just walk away?”
Before he could pull her closer, Maddy twisted her arm and sank her teeth hard into his wris
