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On your knees, Ragdoll.

Licking my lips, I used the pole to lower myself back to the ground. I spread my legs out wide, letting her eyes travel up my thighs toward my barely covered pussy. The faux-leather, black g-string hardly left anything to the imagination.

But she’d seen it all, taken me in that dungeon.

There was nothing left to hide. Even if there was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep it from her anymore.

I could’ve sworn a smile was creeping onto her face.

I had her right where I wanted her, desperate and eager.

Biting my lip, I let my eyes drop to her stack of cash as I slammed my thighs closed.

A negotiation in our own right. Something the rest of this crowd could learn something from. These men didn’t have the faintest fucking clue how to treat a woman. But Cyrus, she was setting an example. A good one.

Cyrus grabbed a hundred dollar bill off of her stack, folding it in her fingers and holding it out for me.

But I spun on my heels, I was worth more than one. Gripping the pole, I let her watch me bounce. I knew she’d be picturing her massive strap between my legs, remembering how it felt to be inside me while I was tied up.

Watching her over my shoulder, she grabbed a handful of bills and presented them to me in a fan.

That’s more like it.

Facing her again, I got on my hands and knees. I stuck my ass up, letting my hips sway dramatically as I crawled across the stage in step with the song that blasted over the speakers.

As I crept closer, I felt the slick pleasure growing between my legs.

Despite myself, I still wanted her. Needed her.

And from the look on Cyrus’ hungry face, she needed me too.

By the time I got to her, both of our chests were heaving with excitement.

Once I was inches from her face, Cyrus growled as she stared deep into my eyes — only a slight glint of light in her black-hole eyes. “Crawl to me, Ragdoll.”

I couldn’t let her touch me, not here.

So instead, I rose off my hands and presented my stomach to her.

Her strong hands were delicate as she pulled the band of my g-string, tucking her hundred dollar bills under the skinny band of the panties.

All I wanted to do was pull her close, lick the sweat off of her neck and bite her ear. She’d hate it, she’d punish me for it. And I was desperate to feel her wrath.

Making my way back to the pole, my song was coming to an end as bills flew on the stage.

Real ones this time. Only a few fakes mixed in.

As I collected my cash, I gave Cyrus a wink before disappearing behind the velvet curtain.

Everything was going to shit in Valemont. Every day grew more violent and dangerous. But one thing had been made abundantly clear: my Freaks weren’t going to let anyone lay a fucking finger on me.

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TESS

I pulled my coat tight around me as I walked out the back door of Velvet Paradise. If the club was a mess tonight, I didn’t want to think about the parking lot. But when I stepped out into the cool night air, Cyrus was already waiting for me at the base of the stairs.

The second she laid eyes on me, it was like a protective shadow had fallen over me.