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“She’s singing us a song now, isn’t she?” Torrent chuckles.
Demon continues to watch without interest and I realize fucking Diamond isn’t doing it for me. I’m softening and it pisses me off, I want to be inside this demon instead.
So, I imagine it’s her I’m fucking, she’s the one bent over this table, and it’s her screams shattering the silence around us. I’m hard again and Diamond is once again sobbing at my cock’s assault. But all I see are the storm gray eyes watching me with disgust and I feel my balls clench, readying to spill my load.
I pull out of Diamond, pull the condom off, and jack off onto Demon’s face. Her eyes clench shut but her mouth opens in shock and I push the tip of my cock into it, groaning through the rest of my release.
My brothers are clapping and whistling but the girls standing around are becoming weary. Good, this was never a celebration for them. I pull out of Demon’s mouth, release my hold on her head, and pat her cheek.
I can sense her shame rolling in waves and I absorb it like the sound of a good riff in a song.
Chapter Fifteen
Tempest
I feel a rag being thrown into my face and I wipe off the cum, spitting out the bit in my mouth.
“We’re leaving!” I hear Sky yell and then Raiden’s sinister chuckle.
“You can check out, but you can never leave.”
“You can recite lyrics from your era all you want.” I rip the rag off my face and glare at him.
“My era?” His voice is low as he steps into me.
I don’t back down and pull out a smirk of my own, “isn’t it?”
“Chair.” Raiden snarls and one of the girls rushes over with one.
He sits in it and throws me an evil grin, “Tempest here doesn’t do private dances at her club.”
I cross my arms and watch him with my eyebrow raised. He nods towards the table with his band mates and then looks back at me.
“Someone turn on this song from my era.” He snaps his fingers.
The slow melodic sound of Hotel California by The Eagles floats through the room and he leans back in his chair. A hand snags into my hair and my head is twisted back.
“You’re going to give him a good birthday dance,” Torrent’s voice growls into my ear. “Then maybe you will survive this night.”
I feel the cold touch of metal against my neck and tense, “make it good.” He licks along my ear and I shiver at the wetness.
Without much choice, I saunter to Raiden and decide if it’s embarrassment he’s looking to get from me then he’s about to be disappointed, I have been at lower points in my life, so I’ll make this real good and just maybe he’ll rethink the next step.
I unclip the waistband of this piece of shit skirt and let it and all its weird fringes hit the floor. I stand in front of him in this bandage top and a ridiculously small G-string. The beat picks up and the lyrics croon through the room. My body rolls as I let the rhythm take me and I begin to move in time with the music.
I’m a dancer before I’m a fucking stripper and I’m about to show him exactly what I can do. I lift my right leg slowly and grab the heel, bringing it straight up against my face. Then my left hand is skimming over my stomach and down inside my panties.
Raiden leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees and I can’t help the flutters that invade my belly. I know it’s wrong, this man just brutally fucked a girl that didn’t want it, and here I am wet thinking about it. His fucking monster cock slamming into her as she cried from its girth. I want that girth in me.
I drop my leg and move between his legs, forcing him to sit up as I grip his knees. Then I twerk my ass up and down on his crotch, almost purring when I feel him get hard. I reach up to pull apart the clasps for my top when his rough hands grab my hips and turn me around to face him.
“Unless you want the same treatment as your little friend, I suggest you don’t take anything else off.” His eyes are dark and his fingers will leave behind bruises on my skin.
He rises, forcing me back and then bends, picking me up from my ass as my legs wind around his waist. He strides out of the ballroom area to the sounds of the guys whistling and heads straight upstairs to my room.
My heart is slamming against my ribcage with fear of what is going to happen but also with anticipation of what is going to happen.
He kicks open my door and my body is slammed against the wall, my head bouncing off the plaster. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes, yet another place his fingers will leave behind their mark.
