Page 82 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

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Aurei

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The room is silent, listening, waiting for the show to start. We hear a cry shouted from the people backstage behind the curtain. "Living a life other people only dream of!"

That's my Wild Thang. My heart fills full of love for her. She is such an inspiration to everyone.

The music cues.

The curtain parts.

Out she struts!

FUCK ME! She's wearing her gold chains!

My cock comes alive, and I'm thankful she is mine.

Sitting up in the chair, I watch her engage the crowd to Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" and know she can never give it up.

She was born to entertain. I laugh when a marquee sign lights over her head and flashes the letters H.

I. M. Then the words He Is Mine. The bachelor party has officially begun.

I grin, lean back, crossing my legs at the ankles and my arms over my chest, and enjoy the show.

Siri bounces, struts and dances with the others, making her way down the runway to me.

When the song is over, she is standing at the end of the stage and blows me a kiss, then she laughs, winks, and gives Steve a twinkling finger wave. I'm feeling her love and a tad cocky!

The next song starts. It's "Confident" by Demi Lovato.

She turns and lunges for the pole. Swinging her legs, she pushes upside down, and I see her hanging like that from the street pole in Italy.

She felt like a bat and wanted a Spiderman kiss.

I shake my head, and my grin splits my face. She's so full of surprises and energy.

The spotlight whirls around the room then lands on her.

My body constricts in fear. She is dangerously working the pole.

Boldly, she spins, splits, flips, and does that death drop that takes your breath away, only to fuck it on her way back up to the top.

As much as I want to tear my eyes away, I can't. She is my Every Thang, and I'm as spellbound as everyone else in the room.

When the song ends, she is halfway up, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Someone taps my shoulder, and I look up to see Brutus standing there, towering down on me. I stand and shake his hand.

THUMP, THUMP!

The emcee cues the mic and booms the room. "It's time!" The spotlight circles around then stops on the chair on the stage. "To dare someone to take Seary's Hot Seat!" The crowd erupts with cheers, whistles, and clapping.

I take a step away from Steve. Brutus backs up to the stage, then sidesteps down the side of the runway. I follow him and lean in, concerned. "Sup, Big Man?"

The emcee shouts. "We have a couple of special guests in the house tonight, and I'm going to let you decide who goes first. Are you ready to pick?"

The crowd cheers.

The spotlight begins to circle again and stops on Steve. "A bachelor from Alabama?"

He looks scared as fuck, and he should be.

The crowd laughs, and the Alabama crew cheers for Steve.

"Or a military man who recently eloped and robbed his bro's of giving him a proper bachelor party?"

The spotlight circles.

Dirk! I love it! I laugh and watch him. His face will be priceless.

The spotlight runs over Brutus and me a few times, searching for Dirk.

Then it stops on me.

I'm temporarily blinded by it. Blinking, I hold my hand up over my eyes to shield the glare.

"There he is!" The emcee declares.

I look at Brutus. "What the hell?"

He is grinning. "Boss said to tell you Round 3 is happening right here, right now."

"NO!"

He grins even bigger. "YES, WAY! Boss's orders." He puts one of his giant paws on my shoulder and points to Siri on the pole, then waves the 'come here' to the crowd for help in encouraging me.

The crowd smells fear and erupts with noise, calling me out and challenging me.

The emcee states. "Mr. Moore, you're up, dude."

I hang my head and tell Brutus. "No, man. Don't do this to me." I look up at him, beseeching him, but knowing I'm doomed.

He says. "You are either going to walk up on the stage under your own power, or I'm going to tote you up there."

The emcee tells the crowd. "He needs more encouragement."

THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!

The crowd takes up a foot stomp with the thump, and I know I'm not getting out of here if I don't do it.

The announcer says. "Come on now, Mr. Moore. Don't keep your lady waiting. Take the fucking chair!"

The mob chants. "Take the fucking chair! Take the fucking chair!"

The lights go off, and it's pitch black.

The announcer says. "Don't make her come down there and get you!"

The spotlight illuminates Siri, and all eyes are on her.

She crouches on the pole, then jumps off.

The room takes a collective gasp as she disappears from the light—the chains under the chair on the stage rattle as they move along the floor.

The spotlight finds her again, and she is swinging away. The audience sighs as one.

Then the spotlight is on me again. I narrow my eyes at Brutus. "I knew I saw trickery in her eyes."

"Better hurry. She's on her way to get you."

I hold my hands up in surrender, and the crowd starts to cheer.

Brutus says to me as he points to my shirt. "Strip."

My jaw sets. "No."

"Her house. Her rules."

I start to unbutton it. "Fuck me!" I grumble.

He chuckles. "I think that's the plan."

THUMP, THUMP! THUMP, THUMP!

I wad it up and thrust it at him.

His grin gets even wider, and I know he's enjoying the hell out of this. "Strip means strip. Everything but your undies."

"Fuck me!" I say again under my breath, but take my converse shoes and socks off, then my belt and my jeans.

He chuckles as I push them down and step out. When I hand them to him, he says. "She told me to tell you; this will be unforgettable."

"It already is."

I turn and jump up on the stage.

"You're gonna be glad you wore black briefs." Brutus laughs in the dark.

I walk over and sit down in the hot seat.

"Comfy?" The announcer asks.

I give a thumbs up.

"Good. Don't forget you just got married, and Rule #1 is No Touching!"

The crowd cackles with laughter.

She's going to so pay for this!

The announcer's voice turns serious, and he states. "Brother, you're about to be baptized with SEARY'S FIRE!"

"Falling" by Trent Harmon fills the room, and my baptism begins.

I lay my head back to see my Sexy Thang's beautiful golden goddess body, twirling and swirling, around and around, right above me.

Like all the other times before when I sat in this crowded room full of strangers watching her scorch us with her fire, I'm in awe of her dancing abilities.

I've never seen anyone move like she moves. Her body becomes one with the music and melody. She effortlessly flows through the song. She is so captivating! Beautifully graceful and elegantly sexy.

As she slowly descends, just watching her body literally sets me on fire. I feel my skin growing hot, and I'm unable to do anything but sit and burn for her. She turns every ounce of my body into a burning ball of desire, and that desire demands to be consumed by her.

I feel my erection stretching, and I'm helpless to stop it. I try laying my hands on top of it to shield its hardening from the crowd, but my touch only makes it thump, wanting to be stroked. I rest them instead on the top of my thighs. Throbbing is better than thumping.

Our eyes connect, and the BOOM explodes between us.

Then she flips her hair in a circle around her head, adds her body for momentum, and she begins to spin. The gold chained corset unspools.

The song has ended, and there is only silence when the costume lands on my lap.

The weight sinfully satisfies its need causing it to thump hard and sending the chains falling to the floor.

There is no way to hide my hard-on now. Hypnotized, yet horrified at the same time, knowing I will never forget this public display of her love for me and knowing no one present will either. I am fully erect and reaching for her.

She stops spinning and smiles down on me. As she gets closer and closer, our chemistry builds. Sparks fly between us, and the air becomes electric with our lust and our love.

She is a diva, and she is divine.

A goddess, and she is mine!

Her house. Her rules.

If she wants me this way, she can have me this way.

I give up the battle and offer myself up. I stretch my body out in the chair and hang my hands down by my side.

Surrendering to Seary.

She hovers right above my head—her thick mane tickling my face. My voice is husky. "Ah, Wild Thang, trickery again."

She giggles, enjoying this so much. "Of the best kind."

I chuckle. "Go, Baby, Go!"

She laughs. "Brave, Baby, Brave."

The next song begins, and it's Ellie Goulding, "Love Me Like You Do." She arches her back and her big, beautiful breasts, barely covered now, brush my face. I can't help the moan that escapes, and my cock takes on a life of its own. It rises, and the chain slips off, falling to the floor.

I'm hypnotized and horrified at the same time, knowing I will never forget this public display of her love for me and knowing no one present will either.

Using the momentum of two chains to move, she floats.

In and out.

Up and down.

I understand her dance interpretation of the lyrics because I know her so well now. She was fearful at first but driven by how I made her feel, throwing caution to the wind.

We are both dark and light.

She and I.

We are destined to be together.

She sings the song softly to me. "Love me like you do."

Landing lightly on her feet, I hear the heavy chain retract into the ceiling, but my eyes are locked on hers.

She moves with such sensual movements around me. I hear my own love moaning for her.

She strokes me with her hair.

I inhale her essence.

Her touch is light and maddening.

Her teasing dance drives me out of my fucking mind!

Torturing me.

Her eyes are smoldering fire.

Scorching me.

Afraid of what my hands will grab, I clench and unclench the air.

My thunder begins to rumble.

I can feel the danger level approaching.