Page 9 of Daddies' Captive


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“Go. Away.”

The woman started dancing. What was her name? He glanced down at his list.Effie. Unusual, but it suited her.

To his shock, once she started moving, she lost her nerves. That sick look disappeared. And as she relaxed . . . she could move.

Fuck. His dick was so hard that it hurt.

“But Grady,” Lucy whined. “I’m supposed to help you. Damon said.”

Steele said nothing of the sort. Grady also knew that the other man would never have told Lucy she could use his first name.

“Lucy, go away. And don’t let Steele hear you calling him Damon.”

She swallowed and stood, stomping over to another chair. It wasn’t far enough away, but it would have to do.

It gave him a chance to watch Effie. His balls fucking ached. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten off. Lately, he hadn’t felt like joining in with Steele. It wasn’t that the other man had a parade of women through his bed. But he also wasn’t celibate. Yet, for the last few months, Grady had been.

But this woman . . . she was making him feel.

And he wasn’t sure that he liked that.

Because that made him vulnerable to being hurt.

Fuck.

She’s just a chick trying out for a stripper job. She’s not going to change your life.

But damn . . . watching her was . . . it was almost a gift. Which sounded ridiculous. But the way she moved, the look on her face, she loved to dance.

And then she moved to the pole. He tensed. Soon, she’d have to strip off that outfit she was wearing. And he didn’t want anyone else seeing her.

Stupid.

It was part of the job.

She grabbed the pole and spun. It was an okay move. Nothing amazing. She reached high and attempted a basic invert.

He swore he sensed it before he saw it. Her face twisted in pain and she suddenly crashed to the floor. There were a few gasps and a laugh that he knew was coming from Lucy.

Bitch.

Without thinking, Grady jumped to his feet and rushed toward her.

* * *

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Effie closed her eyes as she lay on the stage. Her back was spasming and it hurt. Why the hell had she attempted that move? Why had she thought this was a good idea?

Dumb. So dumb.

At one stage she would have kicked ass at this.

That was before.

It felt like her life had two acts. Before the accident. And after. And the after was complete and utter shit.

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