Page 5 of Intrigue
Inside, the stage lights flash neon colors, bodies writhing beneath. A girl onstage notices me, her face instantly interested.
She looks nothing like Selene—but she’ll do for now. I jerk my chin, commanding her closer, and she obeys, stepping down with a knowing smile.
When I seize the dancer’s slender wrists, adrenaline floods my veins so fast my head spins. Her hands, soft and pliant, offer so little resistance I almost pull away. But I can’t stop thinking about Selene and her wild, defiant eyes. The memory of her lithe body shuddering under me keeps me teetering on the edge.
I drag the dancer across the stage and through a door that’s marked “Employees Only.” It leads us into a short, semi dark hallway. At the end of it, when I find another room, I pull her in there, kick the door shut, and spin her around.
“You need me so bad, don’t you, big boy?” Her voice, laced with a British lilt, sharpens every syllable, taunting me.
I shake my head and give her a stern look. “Don’t talk. You’re not her.”
“Oh.” But she doesn’t say anything else. Her eyes drop to my hands, which I’ve methodically balled into fists, and I see her flinch when she looks at me closer.
She knows who I am.
“I’m not going to kill you,” I growl. “You have my word.”
She nods, curving her lips as she leans casually against the wall, her dress tight enough to outline every curve. “Sandro, right? Heard you’re a wild one.” Her voice dips, teasing and hinting at her last colleague who tried playing games and ended up with a snapped neck before she could even pull her panties back up.
The bitch thought she could pry secrets out of me for an enemy but I wasn’t feeling generous.
“Lucky you,” I mutter, stepping close.
She relaxes visibly and bites down against her lower lip in an attempt to reel me into her. I’m here to get Selene off my mind and I’m going to fuck her out of my system no matter what.
I cup her cheeks in my hand. She’s warm and soft and willing, a combination I so desperately want. I don’t register anything else because this isn’t about her. If I’m going to purge Selene and everything I still feel for her out of me, I’m going to do it buried inside another woman, cock-deep in her filth.
I grab her neck, wrap my fingers around it firmly and hold, squeezing until her pulse thumps against my palm. “Are you going to make me forget?”
She nods, eyes charged with pleasure, pupils blown wide with a sick kind of want. “I can make you forget all about the other woman.”
I hook a free hand around her hair and tug, pulling her head back until her throat’s bared. She lets out a shocked gasp, one that rocks across the room and through her body. I feel it in the soft shiver that comes then, her flesh trembling under my grip. I apply pressure to my fingers until her gasp becomes a choked cry, her voice breaking.
“Sandro, slow down—”
Only then do I release a little, but not because she asked.
I push the dancer to the wall and pin her there with my body, my chest hitting against her back, cock grinding againsther through my pants. I grab a hold of both her hands and raise them up above her head, letting them graze the rough concrete until her skin splits. She yelps as she fights off the pain but since she doesn’t complain, I don’t let her go. I want her marked.
I reach down with one hand and tear her dress open, the sound of fabric ripping loud in my ears. I hear the snap as the lacy dress crumbles to the floor by her feet, a shredded heap.
“Easy there,” she says, voice catching, but her lips quirk up. “This dress wasn’t cheap.”
“Step away from it,” I growl, panting, angry at the past and at myself.
She steps away from her dress in silent obedience before resuming her position by the wall, ass out, begging for it. She’s completely naked and hungry and I’m both feral and angry so it works for me, this twisted, sweaty collision.
My nose flares as desire courses through me, thick and rancid. This is exactly what I want, what I need to drown Selene’s ghost.
My hold on her hip is fiercely tight, enough to bruise her olive skin and leave red lines in the morning, but I don’t soften the blow, I dig in harder, wanting her to feel me tomorrow. “I’m gonna fuck you in your tight little ass like I despise you, like you’re nothing.”
She’s panting and breathless even though there’s still a wall of obstruction between us, her body quaking. “Do whatever’s going to make it easier to forget her.”
“Don’t speak again.” I press her face roughly against the wall and hold her there like that, hips in place and ass high up, ripe for me. I smack her naked ass, hard, and she yelps, the sound sharp and needy. “You speak only when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
She’s nodding even before I finish, frantically, so there’s no need waiting for her to agree before unzipping my pants andreleasing my very hard cock from my briefs, the ache pulsing in my grip.
I slap her butt again and groan at the softness and the promised ecstasy, her flesh jiggling under my hand. The thrill has always been the best part of sex for me and today isn’t going to be any different. I wet my open palm in my mouth, slobbering over it, before running it up the length of my throbbing cock, slicking it with spit. I flip her around then to see the green of her eyes widen in fear and want, a twisted plea I’m too far gone to care about.