Page 12 of Don’t Break My Heart (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #3)
“Fifteen years of dance school.” She beams, her eyes twinkling with a happiness that’s totally contagious.
“Shit, girl, you should be dancing professionally. You’re so fucking good.”
Her eyes lock with mine, a sadness coming over her, and I instantly feel bad for opening my big mouth.
She finally looked happy. “Yeah, I should be, but fate had other plans for me.” The way she says it, her head dropped, her eyes dead.
My heart sinks for her, and I know my earlier thoughts must be true. She’s trapped just as much as I am.
“Or the Morettis did?” I whisper, already knowing it’s the truth.
“What did they do to you?” she snaps back instead of answering me.
“You don’t want to know.” I pass her the bottle I still have in my hand, and she throws it back.
Because I have always wanted to try it, and talking about this shit is just depressing, I take hold of the pole and pull myself up to the little stage platform, spinning around the pole like I know what I’m doing.
My head swims as the room blurs, but I don’t care.
This is what I need. I give it my all, doing moves I have seen my girls do at The Raven’s Nest, feeling all the stress from the last couple of days melt away.
When I open my eyes, I catch Reef’s line of sight.
His lips twist up at the sides playfully, and I just know he’s itching to come and play with me.
I probably shouldn’t, but I beckon him with my finger.
He pushes off the wall, moving toward me, grinning cheekily as his eyes lock with mine.
“Reef,” Onyx warns him.
“There’s no one else around,” he mutters, his eyes glinting with mischief before striding toward me, a smoldering look on his face that lights me up inside.
I arch my neck backwards in a little dip just for him, my hair falling free.
His hands trace a path up my body, starting from my ass.
Every place he touches leaves me aching for more of him.
My panties are drenched, my body begging to be filled with his cock.
“Fuck, wildcat, you look hot as sin up there.”
I lean forward nearly brushing his lips with mine, our eyes locking. What I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now, to touch him in the way I want, in the way I know he needs. He moistens his bottom lip, and right as I go to kiss him, I pull away, knowing I shouldn’t.
Daisy is in her own little world and hasn’t even noticed our flirting, her eyes closed, completely lost in the movement of her body and the music.
“You’re a tease.” He laughs, his voice low and sexy as hell.
This time Reef’s hands move all the way up my body, cupping my tits before his hand laces into my hair, and he pulls me backwards so our mouths meet.
Fuck, I can’t pull away, I don’t want to.
His tongue sweeps through my open mouth, and fuck, he tastes so good, I want more.
Our kiss deepens, and I get lost in everything Reef.
“Sloane, we have company,” Onyx growls from his lookout place in the doorway.
Reef pulls back from me quickly as Daisy pops her eyes open, a clear look of panic registering on her pretty features.
Reef moves back to his place at the door with a filthy smirk on his lips, and I move back to dancing. I could give two fucks if Orlando walks in on me dancing. Let him.
Someone clears their throat from the doorway, but it’s not one of my boys. “Margherita,” Valentine growls as he stalks toward his wife, grabbing her arm and forcefully pulling her off the platform she was dancing on and into his arms.
“Hey, there you are. Have you come to dance with me?” She laughs playfully, staring up at him all doe-eyed.
“She’s drunk,” he snaps, disgusted. “Is this your fucking influence?” he glowers at me, snatching up the mostly empty bottle of whiskey.
I shrug, not really caring about his snippy attitude toward me. “She’s never tried whiskey before, and that’s a crime where I come from. Let her have a little fun. Look how happy she is. ”
Orlando appears in front of me. “Ava,” he hisses, his voice dripping with barely controlled anger.
I go back to dancing, ignoring him, when he insists on using that name.
I close my eyes and move around the pole, trying to be as sexy as I can now.
Yeah, it’s mean to mess with this fucker when I have no intention of letting him anywhere near me, but I have to get my fun somehow, and also, I don’t think Daisy is the only one who’s a little tipsy.
Thick fingers close tightly around my waist, their unexpected warmth shocking me out of my haze of happiness.
Orlando roughly scoops me up and pulls me into his arms. “No wife of mine is going to be caught dead dancing like a fucking stripper.” He lets me down to the floor.
He holds me way too close to his body, so close I can feel every taut muscle under his suit and just how tense he is.
His lips brush my ear. “Unless it’s for me.
” He sinks his teeth into my earlobe. The sensation of his whispered words skating over my skin and his rough bite send all sorts of signals to my pussy.
Oh, dear God. I might still be beyond pissed with him, but my pussy didn’t get the memo.
She still wants him. Especially when he manhandles me and talks dirty.
“I’m taking Daisy home. Dinner at my estate tomorrow,” Valentine throws in Orlando’s direction before carrying his drunk wife from the room. She offers me a sad little wave, and I blow her a kiss, then they’re gone.
Romeo pulls the heavy curtain behind them, closing the space off with just the five of us inside, a wicked gleam in his eyes as they lock with mine.
“Time for us to go home?” I ask playfully.
He shakes his head, his eyes filled with fresh desire, looking sexy as fuck in his expensive suit. “Not even close, doll face.”