Page 5 of Giovanni the Savage

"But who's counting?" Ashley slurs. "Girl, let's dance."

And just like that, I'm back to dancing.

She spins me around and bends me till I'm touching my toes. Then, in typical Ashley fashion, she starts grinding on my backside. I shake my ass to the rhythm of the song while still singing loudly.

It's so exhilarating to be on this side of life. In that second, I'm not thinking about my debts, the danger I'm in, or the mess my dad left me in when he passed.

All I'm thinking about is my next dance move when I feel a sharp spank on my ass. I squeal and turn to face Ashley again. This time, I turn her around and grind into her. She's laughing maniacally and jiggling her ass so skillfully that I'm jealous.

"Do you mind a third?" A chest presses into my back all of a sudden, and the man yells into my ear.

Before I can decline, his palms are skimming my boobs and pulling me towards him while grinding on me.

His rock-hard erection is quite apparent, and it makes me feel uneasy.

"Can you stop?" I ask lightly.

He chuckles and starts kissing up my neck sloppily while his two hands grab my boobs.

"Fuck, stop," I repeat.

Ashley is still dancing, and even if she wasn't, she's too drunk to be of much help right now.

"You know you don't really mean that."

A red alert pings in my ear when his hand skirts underneath my blouse.

I turn around sharply, ignoring Ashley's shock, and face him squarely.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He smirks. "The same thing you were doing with your friend?"

Up close, he's just disgusting. His yellow teeth are visible, and his breath reeks of alcohol. Not the expensive type but the kind you could put on an injury to stop the bleeding like a cheap spirit.

"Well, I never asked for the same thing," I retort.

He smirks and pulls me in tighter.

I can feel my nerves kicking up again. From afar, you'd think it's just two regular people dancing, but I can tell from how sharply he's grabbing my hips that dancing is the last thing he wants.

No one is paying attention; everyone is too busy in their own world, and I'm stuck trying to shove a psychopath off me.

"It's an offer."

"Shove your offer up your ass crack, idiot," I shoot, and for some reason, it makes him laugh.

"Sassy," he hums. "Just how I like them in bed."

"Fuck you."

I grab a shot glass from a waiter's tray, throw the contents on his face, and turn to leave.

He doesn't seem fazed, and he catches up to me in no time, pressing his groin to my ass.

"What, you don't like black dick?" he whispers in my ear. "Or are you some Daddy's girl that likes to fuck Daddy's friends?"

He couldn't be more wrong.

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