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“You look like a man who enjoys a good lap dance. So, give him one, Katerina.”
Kat.
Not Katerina.
To Damon it was…it was always Katerina.But not to Lazarus.
I could see the burn in his eyes…so hot like he’d burn me alive. A tremor of cold cut through my core. I wanted to feel that heat, to dance in the flames of his hunger. I took a step forward.
“That’s the way,” Damon urged.
But I wasn’t listening to him anymore. I wasn’t hearing a thing he said. The room seemed to blur, and took my tormentor with it.
I don’t know why…the song by Avion pulsed around the room. Lazarus held my gaze as I stepped closer. There was an emptiness inside me, a hollow pit I'd made into a home long ago. But in that moment, I saw the same in him. The same hurt. The same anger. The same…need.
Could he be the one?
All I felt was the music making me sway my hips.
All I saw was his perfect blue eyes.
Eyes I could get lost in.
I grasped the hem of my dress and lifted a knee, sliding it across his lap.
Damon spoke, but I no longer listened.
Right here and now…I wasn’t the woman he knew. I was someone else, someone free…someonewhole.I kept my gaze locked on Lazarus. He made no move to touch me. Something inside me exhaled with desire at that, and I rocked my hips, rolling and moving over his body. I lifted my hand, captured my hair, and felt my nipples pebble under the thin fabric. I didn’t want him touching me. I wanted for once to be in control.
The fabric tightened as I splayed my thighs and the split moved upwards.
Lazarus lowered his gaze to my bare thigh.
It was just us.
Just him…
Me…
And the music.
As I rocked my hips lower, I felt his cock. Hard. Straining against his jeans, rubbing against me. I stared into his eyes and felt my own body come alive. Heat bloomed inside me. I was sick…sick and corrupt. Burning up from the inside. Desire swept me away as I envisioned us…alone,with no clothes as a barrier and no one else here. I hated myself in that moment…and loved the way he made me feel.
I reached for my breasts, fingers grazed my hard nipple. He watched everything as I trailed my hand lower, over my stomach until I pressed the thin material against my sex.
I wanted him here,achedto feel him inside. That need grew stronger as I curled my finger and pressed harder, finding my clit. My orgasm was brewing, seething and growling, like a beast of its own. I’d come riding him like this…come all over this pretty, blue-eyed Mafia Prince.
“Come on, Kat,” Damon growled in my ear. “Now.”
He grabbed my arm, the grip not as cruel as it was before.
But rage flashed in Lazarus’s eyes as I was dragged off him.
Darkness caught my gaze. There was a wet patch at the front of his jeans, right in the place where I'd rubbed him.
My G-string was soaked. I knew that sodden fabric wasn’t him…it was me.
I’d never felt like that, never wanted someone like I wanted him.
