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He shrugs but hardly looks convinced. “Alright, if you say so, boss. Just be easy with our girl. She has a fragile heart, and you have hands of stone.”
I wave him off, practically jumping out of the moving car and into the club when it gets near. The place is loud tonight, the sun setting and the rich of this city coming out to play. The club is alive, and the smell of liquor makes my mouth dry. I stop by the bar, down a few fingers of bourbon, and then head to my room in the hallway of many playrooms.
Opening the door, the lights are dimmed, and a curvy brunette stands at the pole in a leather bustier. Isabella is wearing a matching black thong, the choice a bit unusual for her style. She has paired the daring outfit with a black lace mask that nearly covers all her face except her lips.
I don’t like the mask, and I never have made her wear one because it hides the look on her face when I fuck her just right. She knows that, but she’s put it on anyway. Maybe it’s to defy me a bit more than usual or keep me from seeing what she’s really feeling. But I let it slide, pushing the door shut and stripping out of my coat.
“Dove, what are you doing up there?”
She doesn’t reply, just continues to turn around the tall, metal pole with her black patent leather heels on to display her strong, toned legs. She does another spin, hanging onto the pole with a bit more skill than normal.
She hates being up there because it puts her on display, and that unease only adds to the fact that I find the woman I love even more attractive. She’s so hot when she’s unsure about herself because the minute I part her legs and please her body, she relaxes like she was never embarrassed at all. It’s endearing and sweet, and I don’t see any of that here.
I walk closer, watching her put on a little performance on the pole that I know she’s not accustomed to doing. I stare at her carefully, watching every twirl, flick of her ass, and press of her breasts against her inner arms as she tries to seduce me—but it’s not working.
My cock isn’t cooperating, and after a week without her precious pussy wrapped around it, I think I’d be a bit more ecstatic to see her like this. But it’s not the case at all. She does another turn, her back against the pole with her ass facing me while she slides down with her knees out toward the back wall. It’s a sexy move, but something isn’t right.
Her ass is in full view as I come closer for a better look, and the marks I’ve made with my belt aren’t there. Not only are they not there, but a tattoo of sorts flashes into view, and I instantly feel sick to my stomach. Kicking the speaker nearby, I listen to the music spit and stutter in static. It’s enough to make the witch stand abruptly, peeking over her shoulder through the thin slits in her mask.
“You whore,” I bite, shaking in rage. “Lilian. Get down from there.”
She smiles as she undoes the mask, taking it in her hand as she slowly comes off the stage to stand before me. The outfit is one I don’t recall her having before, which worries me that she found it in here out of the many things I’ve given Isabella. Unless Lilian’s income has really increased, then she’s taken it from that array. It would make her intent even more sickening.
“You think I’d fuck you and not know the difference between trash and quality?”
Her face turns sour, a sight to see. “You seemed to like it before you thought I was some meek slut, Carter. What’s the matter? You can admit you wanted to watch more. I won’t tell Isabella.”
She leans forward, her lips nearing my neck while her hands slip down my arms. She doesn’t make it close enough on either to be successful, and I act on blind rage and impulse. My hand takes her neck, and my other palm finds the top of her shoulder. I swing her around sideways and pin her chest to the wall.
Right now, she should fear me, but she instead laughs at the position we’re in. “Oh, Carter. You always did like itfrom behind.”
She purposefully rolls her hips backward, propping her ass against my hips like she’s got a chance of my dick falling out of my zipper and coming anywhere near her. Even with the façade she’s put on, it hasn’t made my cock twitch. If anything, it may not get hard for weeks on end after this ordeal.
I press her chest harder into the wall, enough to hear her groan in discomfort. “Now that I have your attention, Lilian. We should talk about that envelope you sent me last week.”
“What about it?”
“Did you set up Rich to get those pictures of her and him together?”
She stifles a laugh, playing a risky game with her safety right now. “Carter Blackthorne doesn’t know something for once. This is interesting, actually. You are the man who knows everything, right? You’re the guy with all the answers. What do you think happened?”
I bite my tongue, refraining from lashing her with useless threats right now. It won’t scare her, and given the insanity of this woman, she might actually enjoy the prospect of being threatened by me. Anything to dig herself further under my skin like a burrowing tick.
I want to rip her away from the wall and toss her over a cliff, but I’m worried it still wouldn’t do the trick.
“Just tell me, Lilian.”
“What do I get in return?”
I release her at once, watching as she turns against the wall, her breasts out but still hidden through the outfit enough to not be too revealing. She bites on her thumb, trying to be sexy in her smeared red lipstick, but it’s pointless. She’s not fooling me or anyone else with this innocent act.
She’s far from innocent, and sexy isn’t even a town on her map.
“I want a kiss,” she says at last. “One kiss… on the lips, and then I’ll tell you about Rich.”
I hesitate before replying, “Fine. But you tell me first.”
She lets out a laugh that signals she’s either drunk or just outright crazy. I had my suspicions about the second one all along, but the first one is starting to shine through a bit. Maybe it’s how she got ballsy enough to get me down here and put on that little dance, but it’s going to take a lot more than a sip of liquor to make me attracted to this slut ever again.
