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“Gigi,” he growled. “Stop fucking fighting me.”
“I’m not fighting you.”
“Yes, you are.” In a quick move, he had his hand around my throat and my body up against the wall.
“What do you want me to say?” I glared up at him.
“We work well together, Gigi. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. We are good. Together.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I shoved out of his grip.
“What the hell are you scared of? If you didn’t want this to continue, you wouldn’t have stripped for me last night. How the hell did you get that to happen anyway?”
“I paid Ashton,” I told him, shrugging.
Vince only stared at me. “Are you serious?” he asked, shaking his head. “How much?”
“Five.”
His eyes widened. “Hundred?”
I nodded.
“So, you paid five hundred dollars so another woman wouldn’t dance for me, but you don’t want this to continue? If you didn’t care, you would have let the actual stripper do her thing.” Vince pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Isn’t that right?”
My jaw clenched. “I wasn’t letting another woman grind her ass against you or touch you with any other part of her body.”
Vince smirked. “So what the hell is your problem then?”
I placed my hands against his chest, pushing him away.
He took a step back. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me what’s going on.”
“Or else what?” I shivered at the threat hidden in his deep voice.
A dark shadow passed over his face. “You really want me to answer that question, Queenie?”
“Whatever.” I went to walk past him when he grabbed me and shoved me up against the wall. “Vince,” I gasped.
“Shut the fuck up.” He cupped the back of my neck, pushing me face first against the wall. “Last chance, Gigi.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whispered.
“I was hoping you would defy me,” he murmured in my ear, kicking my legs apart. His fingers slid down the length of my spine, dipping lower and lower until they brushed between my legs.
A breathless gasp escaped me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn wet already.” He fisted my hair, sliding his fingers deep into my body as he bit my shoulder.
I whimpered.
His hand picked up speed, his fingers roughly fucking me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, rocking against him. I hinted, silently begged, and damn near pleaded for him to take it further. “God, Vince.”
His hand slammed against my center, his teeth raining bites along my shoulder to the side of my throat. “You want that orgasm?”
“Yes,” I whined, pushing back against his hand.
