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The gleam in his eyes excites me because this is so liberating. So wrong and yet the right thing to do—for me. I am free. This is my choice now. I call the shots and so I lean forward and whisper, “What happens when you take the dancer to the hotel room?”
His eyes are heavy with lust and yet his face is a picture of concern as he whispers, “You don’t have to…”
I place my finger on his lips and say quickly, “What’s the matter, sir? Didn’t I please you?”
I shrug. “Maybe I’ll go and find someone else to play with.”
I straighten up and attempt to turn, but his hand grips my wrist, and he growls, “Not fucking likely.”
He stands and as the guards part, allowing us our freedom, he nods to Kyle, who is standing chatting to one of them. “I may be some time”
It’s slightly amusing that we leave as a pack. Men are behind and in front of us as we walk through the club, curious glances thrown in our direction.
I bask in their interest. I could be anyone right now because they don’t see Allegra Powell, the spoilt bastard of a despicable man. They see a lap-dancing whore and expect nothing less.
We move fast and end up in a corridor outside the club, and as we move down it toward a door at the end, Shade says nothing at all. He walks with a grim determination and as we reach a set of stairs, he pulls me up one flight where an elevator is waiting.
This is where the men remain and as soon as the doors close, he pushes me hard against the wall and says huskily, “God knows what’s going on in your mind, Allegra, but I like it.”
I smile up at him and whisper, “I only want to do my job. To learn about your business and pay a little of my debt that you say I owe at the same time.”
I stroke his face lightly and say huskily, “I want to forget. Who I am, what’s happening in my life and what’s waiting for me when I get home. I just want you Shade Vieri because for some reason, you are the only person in my life who tells me straight and even though I fucking hate you right now for sending a sex tape to my um…well, you know who I’m talking about, I kind of got turned on about that at the same time.”
His eyes are flashing and his expression one of intense darkness that causes my blood to heat to dangerous levels. We are so bad for one another. He is bad for me, but I can’t help it. I crave this like a drug. All of it. The danger, the excitement and the unknown and he is the man who can give it to me, so in my new liberated mindset, I reach for my zipper and tug it down, exposing my breasts to his greedy eyes and I lean back against the wall of the elevator and pout suggestively, “So, what happens now?”
No sooner than I speak, his lips crash onto mine with alarming speed, rough, relentless and passionate. A lot like the man himself, and he pushes me hard against the wall, tugging the zipper all the way down and kicking my legs apart. The elevator comes to a halt, and I say in alarm, “What’s happening?”
“I’m going to fuck this greedy whore in the elevator.” He says, unfastening his pants and releasing his hard cock, palming it in his hand, rubbing it with a dirty gleam in his eye.
“Now spread your legs and earn your money.”
I am so turned on there must be something morally wrong with me as he tears down my ridiculous underwear, and with his hand pinning my throat to the wall, he pushes inside with a feral gleam in his eye. It’s not pretty. Rather rough, and yet it’s the perfect blend of aggression I am looking for.
He uses me for his own pleasure, which is all I want. I don’t want soft kisses and words of love. I want it rough to drive the demons away. A giant fuck you to my respectable life, doing something my parents would be devastated about.
Angry sex is amazing and the power I’m experiencing is at odds with how it must look. He is ripping me apart, standing before me fully dressed, raging war on my body for a cheap thrill.
I love it.
The disguise enables me to let go of any inhibitions I have because Allegra Powell has ceased to exist. I’m an Angel now. A woman who works in a club, desperate to make money using her only asset. Her body.
I gasp as he almost cuts off my air supply and as I hover between life and death, I feel a euphoria I wasn’t expecting. It’s as if I’m floating high above my old life toward my new one. I never want to leave this place and as the orgasm crashes through my body, I scream so loud, the echo bouncing off the walls of the elevator.
As he releases my breath, my entire body shakes, my mind scrambled and the most intense pleasure pushing away the pain.
I’m conscious of Shade’s own savage release inside me. His roar causing a ripple of pleasure through my entire body. I don’t even care that he fills me with his hot salty cum. I love knowing there is a part of him inside me. Unprotected sex is yet another risk I’m taking because, even though I’m on birth control, this man is probably riddled with shit. I suppose it goes with the job and if he passes it onto me, I may just ask my mom to accompany me to the clinic.
Picturing the horror on her face causes me to laugh so hard, Shade says with concern, “Are you okay, princess?”
His expression causes me to half laugh and half cry, and I slide down the wall of the elevator and shake my head.
“What’s happening to me, Shade?”
To my surprise, he joins me, and we must look a strange pair as we sit on the floor of the elevator, him fully dressed and me with my tits out and the dress hanging by a thread.
He laces his fingers with mine and says softly, “You’re hurting, princess. It’s causing you to rebel against it.”
“You appear to know a lot about that.” I turn and study his expression and he nods, a storm breaking in his eyes as he says roughly, “I’ve been a rebel my entire life. Searching for the next high, not through drugs, but adrenalin.”
