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Who better, after all, than these women who’d seen some shit?
“Red, you can stay,” I said and glanced at the other woman. “Don’t take it personal, sweetheart.”
The brunette looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes, but managed not to, even if she couldn’t quite hide her relief as she turned and almost fled.
The redhead shifted from heel to heel before inching forward and twirling a vermillion curl around a finger. “Um...”
“I won’t bite,” I finally teased in a low voice and the red-headed stripper’s eyes dilated, her tongue poking out lick her lips. I noticed the way her thighs rubbed together, and her breasts rose and fell. I couldn’t wait to get them in my hands and sent a quick silent thanks to my cousin. “Not unless you ask very nicely, Red.”
“Oh,” she said and flushed, her little belly and tits jiggling in a way that started to get me hard. I loved a woman who had curves to grab onto as I fucked them into oblivion. “Do you want a lap dance, Sir?”
“Come closer and you’ll find out what I want,” I said. She came forward, a little skittish and pretty rabbit. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
She giggled and said thanks, then began to gyrate and dance in front of me, smoothing her hands up and down her body. I watched through half-lidded eyes and then groaned when she finally worked up the courage to crawl up on me, rolling her body against mine. But when her hands reached for me, I caught her wrists and jerked her forward, until we were eye to eye.
“Did you soak your panties earlier, naughty girl?” I asked in a low voice. “When I told you that you could beg me to bite you?”
Her pretty face creased in confusion and her lips pursed. “Wait, you saidask.Nicely.”
“Oh, Red,” I said with a dark chuckle. “You should believe the stories they tell you about me.”
“What?” She gasped but my lips had crashed onto hers.
I’d already hooked an arm around her waist so I could grab her ass. My other hand caught her hair and jerked her head back for better access and she writhed against me, mewling and whimpering, her entire body shaking. My tongue dominated hers with ease and she shivered, helpless to my onslaught.
She wasn’t a bad kisser, but she couldn’t keep up, and it had that flavor of perfunctory-ness, her mind still focused on pleasing the client instead of giving in. I hadn’t turned her on enough.
I hadn’t made her forget her name as she begged for mercy or release.
Worse, my brain was still churning through angles and pressure, and my cock was barely hard. With an irritated huff, I sat up more, and slid my hand over her ass, grabbing and kneading it, enjoying the firm bounce and malleability of sweet flesh. Then I pulled back and spanked her, causing her to squeal in my mouth.
“Submit,” I breathed into her mouth and then I nipped at her lip. Moving my lips down her neck, I yanked harder on her hair, and she whimpered, her body shaking harder. “I want you wet because you know that no one else can give you pleasure like this.”
“Sir—I—” She gasped as my fingers plunged into her warm and dripping pussy, twisting her thong with my thumb for a little extra friction. “Oh,fuck.”
Now her head fell back of its own accord and the woman came alive, rolling her hips as I flicked her clit, letting out grunts and moans. I sensed other eyes on us, and I let my gaze meet theirs, my smirk wide and ruthless. Cruelly, I teased her again and again, loving to bring a woman right to the edge of pleasure. All while I tugged on her hair and watched the room watching me whip Red into a frenzy.
“Everyone’s watching,” I murmured in Red’s ear. “They don’t know whether they want to be you or should be afraid—” She cried out and tried to twist away, but I captured her mouth in a kiss again.
I was just about to bring her to the edge of an orgasm and make her get down on her knees to suck me off when someone tapped my shoulder.
With a snarl, I broke the kiss, and without looking, asked, “You got a death wish, asshole?”
The room fell dead silent.
“Someone does.”
“Raf?” I jerked in surprise, causing Red to fall apart, crying and squealing as she came. Lifting her up and depositing her trembling body in the chair, I accepted the napkin my cousin handed me as I surveyed him. He would never interrupt unless it was life or death.
“Sorry, Mauro,” he said.
“Forget it,” I said and glanced at Red. “Drink water.” Pulling out my wallet, I dropped all the cash I had. “You’re not bad kid. Just use more tongue. Practice with the other girls, if you must.” She gaped at me, outraged, but I was already walking away with Raffaele. “What the fuck could’ve happened in the last twenty—?”
“Hour and ten minutes,” Raffaele interrupted.
“Really?” I paused. “I should’ve given Red a bigger tip.” When Raffaele didn’t smile, a nasty feeling twisted in my gut. “How bad?”
And Raffaele, given to exaggeration and drama as was the goddamn Sicilian way, only said in a tight and terse voice, “Bad.”
