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Madison

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I'm nearly finishing the private dance when he stands up, just like he did the first time I performed for him, and as he walks past me, he says, "Don't stop. I'll be right back."

Less than a minute later, he returns, but he doesn't sit down again. Instead, he leans against a wall and watches me dance.

I have to make a superhuman effort not to forget the choreography, because even though I'm a virgin, I can see what his gaze is telling me.

To try to turn the tables and make him taste his own medicine, I approach.

So far during the performance, I've maintained my professionalism, even though my body has been feverish the entire time. But something seems to have possessed me now, because I promise myself that I'm going to wipe that arrogant expression off his face.

I lower myself while dancing, and my face gets very close to his groin. I would never do this with a client, but any logical thought has been lost in the face of the need to bring him to the same kind of madness that overpowers me when we're close to each other.

He looks me up and down, his self-control irritating me.

I place both hands flat on his thighs. I'm on my knees, my face inches away from his body.

Unexpectedly, he lifts me and turns me around. My barely covered ass is against his thick erection. "Do you like to tease, Madison?"

I rub against him. "Only you."

His hand moves to the front of my panties, and my lungs lose their air.

"No," I beg, but without any conviction.

"No one will come in. I made sure of that."

I don't even have time to protest again, and his huge hand is inside my panties, touching my clit. I moan, and my legs become shaky, but the hand touching my sex holds me firmly.

"Give me that mouth," he orders.

I look back, and he kisses me, while his free hand caresses a nipple inside the bra.

"So wet. You're dripping with desire, baby."

I shamelessly ride his fingers. I've already passed the point of remembering where we are. I just want him in me. All of him in me.

"I'm going to . . .”

His finger enters me, but not in a painful way; it's delightful.

"I can't wait to taste that pussy."

"Not here."

"Come for me, gorgeous."

"Zeus . . .” I raise my arms behind me because I'm sure that if I don't, I'll faint.

He touches my breasts and sex, but I feel like he's inside me entirely, as if every part of him is dominating me, and the sensation is intoxicating.

"Oh!"

"Just like that. Get my fingers wet, Madison."

Seeming to change his mind, he turns my body around, pushing me against the wall.

He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, pulls the panties to the side, and kisses my sex as if it were my mouth, using his lips, tongue, and teeth.

The orgasm is so strong that I'm sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds.

When I come to my senses, he lifts me up and holds me in his arms on the couch.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I ask, still dizzy.

"I didn't plan on going that far, but I went crazy when you moaned. I could only think about hearing you whimper like that when I'm inside you."

"You can't say those things to me, or I won't be able to work."

"So don't. I already told Ares you won't be coming in tomorrow."

That wakes me up pretty quickly.

I get out of his arms, put my lingerie back in place, and put on my robe. "What did you do?"

"Don't pretend to be offended," he responds, seeming angry. "You knew you weren't coming in tomorrow. I said I wanted you all weekend."

“Yes, I knew, because it was what we agreed on, but I would have liked to tell Adriel myself. Let’s get something straight, Zeus. I’ll be yours for six months, but don’t think you can make decisions for me outside of the bedroom.”

I leave the room before the urge to throw something at him wins.

How does he manage to drive my body crazy and then make me want to kill him less than two seconds later?

I dance with my soul, not just my body. I already know a bit about him, enough to understand that he's possessive. So I dance as if it were my last performance on Earth, and this time, I don't walk toward where he’s sitting. I do my best to ignore him in the audience.

That's right, I do my best , but I can’t. As if it weren't enough that he's over six feet tall, considering I'm not even close to reaching him in five-inch heels, he's also muscular, and just looking at that beard gives me chills, remembering his touch between my thighs.

Anyway, I think I did a good job supposedly ignoring him, because when I leave the stage, his face is even more closed off than usual.

"What's going on between you and the boss's brother, Madison?" Adriel asks as soon as he enters my dressing room.

"Why do you think something's going on?"

"Zeus has only been here a couple of times before, as far as I remember, but since you started performing at SIN, he's been here every night."

I open my mouth and then close it again when he signals for me to wait with his hand.

"It's not just that. The man looked like he was about to step onto the stage, hoist you over his shoulder, and beat his chest, shouting ‘mine.’"

"That's absurd!" It's the only thing I can say.

"I'm not a moralist, and I'll never judge you, Madison, but I genuinely hope you know what you're getting yourself into. None of the Kostanidis men stay with the same woman for long, except for the widower, Dionysus, who was married briefly, but as far as I know, he's back in the game."

"That's not my concern, nor yours, Adriel," I say, looking at him very seriously.

"I'm not trying to gossip, if that's what you're thinking; I just want to open your eyes. Whatever is happening between you two, keep your heart out of it, or you'll get hurt badly.”

After giving me a kiss on the forehead, he leaves.

All the self-assuredness I felt from provoking Zeus while dancing on stage is gone, and I try to digest—actually, burn into myself—every word Adriel said.

I take a quick shower, and instead of the usual jeans, I put on the strappy dress I chose specially for tonight because I wanted to look beautiful for him.

God, what am I doing? I don't know how to play games; how will I handle someone like Zeus Kostanidis for six months?

By keeping your heart out of the equation, a voice warns. Never forget what you are to each other: physical satisfaction.

As soon as I step out of the dressing room, I see him standing outside. He takes my hand, starting to walk.

"We had an agreement . . .”

"The deal is off. You can keep dancing, Madison, but every damn man in this hell hole will know that you're mine."