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Ah, shit. Sonny didn’t need to look up to know that Avery was about to step on stage. Fucking brat.
The already dim lights lowered, and red strobe lights hit the stage. The music slowed to a deeper tempo, a throbbing beat that was pure sex as the dancer - Avery - strutted onto the stage. Sonny knew it was Avery just from the way her hips moved. Walking seductively in gold platform heels that showed off her long legs, she was dressed in black leather tights and a white blouse and tie. The look was prim and sexy at the same time. She had on a long black wig, heavy makeup including red lips and rhinestones decorating her face. Despite all that, he’d know those eyes anywhere. She looked different, smoking hot, but not as beautiful as she was without all that crap on her face.
His body didn’t care. He was already getting hard as he watched her walk up to the pole and grab hold of it like the confident bitch she was.
“Holy fuck,” Dante whispered beside him, but Sonny didn’t look over.
He didn’t want anyone in the crowd to know that they recognized her.
Avery twisted her body around the pole in perfect rhythm with the music, moving with a flexibility and ease that surprised him and turned him on. His realization that this wasn’t her first time on stage had a bolt of irritation snaking up his spine.
She twirled and bent over, giving the audience a prime view of her grade-a ass in tight black leather.
Then she ripped those fucking tights off, and ‘holy fuck’ was right.
Her ass deserved to be worshipped and Sonny was first in line, ready to kneel at her temple.
In nothing but a hot pink g-string, Avery’s ass was phenomenal. High, round cheeks that were smooth and pale, just begging to be licked, spanked, and fucked. Sonny’s dick throbbed painfully, aching in a way that had him shifting in his seat as he watched her sensuous moves. She turned around and undid her black tie, then made her way down the stage to the audience. So far it didn’t seem like she’d noticed Sonny and Dante at all, or if she did, she was good at hiding it.
Picking one of the young Death Riders, a twenty-something guy with long, blond hair and face tattoos, she threw her tie playfully around his neck, then stood back to rip her blouse off. Firm tits bounced in a lacy pink bra as she leaned forward to shove them in the horny biker’s face, his posture rigid, surveying her with eager eyes. Her body undulated slowly over him, barely touching him and yet it looked like she was riding the guy’s dick.
It wasn’t just her movements that had Sonny’s undivided attention, it was her expression. She was so into the music and the moment it looked like she was enjoying herself, like she was about to come.
The scorching heat of Avery’s sexuality burned Sonny with a white hot need that raced through his blood. All the men near her were throwing out cash as fast as they could, motioning for her to come closer, watching her body with an intensity that made Sonny see red.
It was all he could do to sit there. The longer she danced, the harder - and angrier - Sonny got. His control was dangerously close to snapping.
Avery slid back and removed her bra, throwing it onto the stage. Sonny’s gaze locked onto her pink nipples. Perfection…
She cupped her breasts and threw her head back, swiveling her hips as the crowd grew louder. She slipped more cash into her g-string as she worked them into a frenzy. There were other dancers performing nearby but everyone’s eyes were on Avery.
No one here should be looking at her, never mind trying to touch her. No one touches what’s mine.
Sonny had no idea where these possessive feelings came from, but it was like a switch had flipped inside him. A craving, an intense need to claim her pulsed through him, his whole body on fire with a longing that was more than any lust he’d ever felt in his life.
Avery leaned down and whispered something in the guy’s ear and he nodded. Patting his chest, she turned and bent over, shoving her biteable ass in his face. The guy didn’t touch her with his hands, but he stuck his tongue out and licked one of her cheeks as the jeers from his crew grew louder.
Sonny nearly broke the arms of the chair he was holding on to and made to get up.
“Don’t,” Dante said and shoved another beer in front of him.
Sonny downed it in a few gulps, but it did nothing to quench his temper.
Standing up, Avery sauntered back up the stairs to the stage. She playfully pulled the money out of her g-string and flung it into the air around her. Then she ripped that tiny piece of lace off and threw it out into the crowd, grabbing the pole again. Her legs wrapped around it as she leaned back and rode it, sliding up and down, over and over, fucking the pole like a pro. More cash was flung onto the stage.
The music slowed down, her movements along with it until the lights dimmed again. Avery grabbed her money from the floor and slipped from the stage.
“Man, she’s fucking hot. Didn’t know she had it in her,” Dante chuckled, and Sonny shook his head.
“Don’t,” Sonny repeated and glared at Dante.
“Don’t what?” Dante said with a shit-eating grin and took another sip from his beer.
Sonny would do anything for his brothers but if Dante so much as flirted with Avery after this, he would not hesitate to lay into him.
Sonny watched as all three of the Death Riders walked by and headed for the private rooms at the back. Strippers gave private dances, usually sex, if you paid well enough.
“I’m going back there,” he said to Dante as he stood up.
