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She’s trying to take control. Trying to make it look like she’s the one running this show. Like I’m just another customer she’s dancing for.

But she’s trembling. Her fingers dig into my skin as though she’s holding on to me just as much as she’s holding me down.

As she leans forward, her lips brush against my ear and she whispers, “Please play along. Luke’s got a camera in here. He’s watching me, and if I don’t do this, I’m going to get in trouble.”

My jaw flexes as I exhale through my nose, forcing down the rage curling in my chest. “What’s he expecting you to do?” I ask, my voice dark, my hands clenching even though I don’t attempt to move them.

Her eyes flicker with something—fear, embarrassment, maybe.

“I have to dance for you,” she murmurs. “If I don’t, he’ll…”

I swallow hard, forcing my hands to relax when all I want to do is hold on to her.

“Dance for me? That’s it?” I ask, needing to hear it from her. To confirm for myself that Luke hasn’t demanded anything worse.

She doesn’t answer right away. Her throat bobs as she swallows, and then, without looking at me, she whispers, “Unless you want more.”

More.

Rage simmers beneath my skin, threatening to boil over.

My jaw locks, and my entire body tenses.

Luke put her in here, fully expecting me to take advantage of her.

He’s watching and waiting for her to be used.

This is just another way to break her down further and make her feel like she has no way out.

Over my dead, fucking body.

“Let’s go out there and talk to him, then.”

“No. Let me do this. Please,” she whispers, her voice tight with desperation.

I can feel it. The unsteady way her fingers grip me, the way her body shakes ever so slightly as she fights to keep herself together. She needs to do this. Whether it’s for herself or to survive another night under Luke’s watchful eye, I don’t know, but I can’t take this from her.

Even though everything in me is screaming to put an end to it, I exhale slowly and nod.

“Fine, but you’re going to let me help you.”

She lets out a bitter laugh, one drenched in disbelief. “You can’t help me. No one can.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Pretty Girl. You’re my life plan.”

And fuck, if this is going to be the first time I get a lap dance from my future wife, then I’m going to make sure she damn well enjoys doing it. It doesn’t mean I can’t make her feel this and convince her that this moment, this heat, this connection between us, is real.

She closes her eyes, her body moving with less hesitation now, and I wonder if it’s because she can feel exactly how hard I am for her.

“You look so fucking good like this, Pretty Girl,” I rasp, pushing my hips up, just enough to let her feel what she’s doing to me. “All in white. If this is a preview of our wedding night, then I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

She shudders, a shaky breath escaping against my ear, and fuck, I feel that all the way down to my dick. My control is slipping as she presses down a little more, testing the friction, making my entire body tense with restraint.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice nothing but a desperate exhale.

If she’s trying to make me blow my load in my pants, she’s doing a hell of a job.

My head drops back against the chair, a groan rumbling from deep in my chest as I fight the urge to grip her hips and show her exactly how I want her moving against me.

Her hips move faster and she lets out a little squeak of something, which only serves to perk me up.

Oh, she’s fucking feeling it now, and I’m going to use it to my advantage.

“You feel so fucking good, Sav,” I groan, my voice thick with need. If I keep telling her what I’m feeling, what I want, maybe it’ll ground her and help her realize how perfect we are for each other. She pushes; I pull.

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop, and I feel every slow, torturous drag of her heat against my cock, the friction sending sparks up my spine.

“You don’t know how badly I want to kiss you right now,” I rasp, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

” She gasps when I start to shift with her, letting her know that we’re in this together.

I won’t just sit here and let this be some hollow performance.

She rolls forward, her body molding into mine. She’s liking this, but there’s still a barrier between us, and I plan on tearing it the fuck down.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper, and continue to move with her, rolling my hips up to meet her, just enough to let her know what she’s doing to me.

“Feel that, baby?” I groan, subtly pushing my hips up to meet her heat.

“How fucking hard I am for you? Fuck, do you know how badly I want to rip this tight little thing off you?” My teeth graze my bottom lip as I take in the sight of her panting with her thighs trembling around me.

“I’ve been dreaming about this. Dreaming about getting my mouth on you.

About spreading you out and tasting how fucking sweet you are. ”

She shudders, her nails digging into my shoulders. My dick strains against my jeans, and I swear to God, if she doesn’t stop grinding on me like this, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.

“Shit, Sav. If you keep moving like that, I might have to take you right now.” My voice is thick, dark, and dripping with promise.

It’s then I see the smallest hint of a smile on her face.

“Is that what you want? For me to bend you over this chair and have you moaning my name so loudly Luke knows you’re mine?

I’ll make you forget every other man who’s looked at you if that’s what you want. ”

She lets out a needy little sound, her breath coming faster, her rhythm becoming frantic.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I rasp, nipping at her collarbone, knowing the camera won’t catch it. “Ride me, Sav. Take what you need.”

She lets out a wrecked little whimper, and her body starts to tremble.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re close, aren’t you?” My hands are aching to grab her hips and ride this out with her the way I think we both want it. “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel when I finally sink inside you?”

She whimpers, her hips slowing.

“Take it,” I say, my hand dropping to her thigh, another blind spot for the camera. My fingers dig in, squeezing just enough to remind her that I’m here with her.

She stiffens against me, her body betraying the pleasure she’s trying to suppress it. But I see it. Fuck, I feel it.

“Take what you need from me, baby,” I rasp, my thumb grazing higher, just barely brushing the seam of her bodysuit, right where I know she’s pulsing for me. “Come for me.”

A shudder rips through her, her hands tightening on my shoulders as she starts to move faster, more frantic now, more needy.

I slide my hand higher, just enough to feel the damp heat through the fabric, and she gasps as her body jerks against me, grinding harder, chasing the release she’s so fucking close to.

“Fucking take it, Savannah,” I growl, pushing my hips up to meet her. “Ride my cock and take it.”

Then her head falls forward and she lets out this ragged, strained whimper as her entire body trembles.

“Cade,” she pants, her voice wrecked and desperate. When her eyes open, they’re glazed and hazy with need, only making me break.

Without thinking, I cup her face roughly, pulling her to me as I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing her orgasm as it tears through her. She shatters in my arms, her thighs quivering and her hips jutting against mine as she moans into my mouth.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

I kiss her through it, letting her ride every last wave of aftershock, and it feels fucking phenomenal to know I did that for her.

BANG!

The door slams open so hard the walls shake and there’s a sharp crack of wood hitting metal making Savannah jolt against me.

“I told you not to touch my girls!”

Luke’s voice is a low, seething snarl, barely controlled fury behind his words, and before I can react, Cal and Mark are on us.

Savannah is ripped off my lap, yanked so hard that she stumbles and a surprised gasp slips past her lips.

Her eyes find mine, wide and frantic, but there’s nothing she can do. Nothing I can do.

“What the—” I barely get the words out before thick hands clamp around my arms, wrenching me up from the booth.

The plates and glasses on the table rattle as they drag me up and out of my seat. My feet barely touch the ground as I’m hauled toward the exit, and I know exactly where I’m going.

Luke stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest, smirking like the smug piece of shit he is. “I knew you couldn’t contain yourself,” he sneers, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re fucking obsessed with her.”

I should be pissed. Maybe I am. But mostly? I just feel calm because I knew this was coming. The second Savannah straddled me, the moment her breath hitched from something other than fear—I knew .

It was worth it.

I try to catch another glimpse of her, but the two men dragging me out are too fast. Within seconds, I’m at the back of the club, and the heavy steel back door crashes open. They throw me against a couple of trash bags, and before I’ve recovered from the fall, a fist slams into my stomach.

I grunt, used to the pain from hockey and fighting, and pull myself up, only for a second punch to land in the same spot. Harder this time and knocking the wind straight out of me.

I bend forward, pretending it hurts more than it does. It’s an old trick I used to use when fighting. Pretend I’m injured so I can catch them off guard. Before I can even throw a punch, Luke’s out the door, and he steps forward so we’re face-to-face.

“Can I help you?” I ask, my voice hoarse from getting the wind knocked out of me.

Luke just laughs and tilts his head in amusement as he points at me. “See. This is why I like you. So fucking unhinged over a girl you’ll never have.”

I smile as a dark and breathless chuckle rumbles in my chest. He doesn’t even know what the hell he’s just ignited in me.

“It was worth it,” I say, squaring up to him.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it because that’s the last time you’re going to see her. You’re barred from this place, asshole.”

“No problem.”

Little does he know she’s coming home with me tonight.

Luke’s jaw twitches, and for a second, I think he’s going to hit me himself. Instead, he snaps his fingers, signaling his guys to back off.

“Get the fuck out of here.” He snarls, his voice ice-cold.

I stay crouched, smiling as I walk out of there knowing I made Savannah’s night just that little bit more bearable.

And now? Now, I’m going to make sure Luke never touches her again.