Page 71 of Savior

His face gets redder as anger washes over him. “Are you kidding me?”

Even Ardesia is fighting a laugh as I grab his hand and lead him to the back. “Come with me. Let’s work off some of that frustration, hm?”

Feeling in my element has some of my sass firmly back in place, and I can tell that Father Russo is not equipped to deal with it.

I open the curtain to the room he’d reserved for the hour, holding it aside for him to enter.

When he does so, I follow behind him, closing it and the club out of view.

A single couch is in the middle of the room, and dim purple lights are overhead. The songs from the main room still filter through the curtain enough for me to give Father Russo the dance of his life. Even when he says he wants to talk, I think he needs to realize how out of his depths he is.

It’s like he said, we’re done.

This is done.

I push him back onto the couch.

He looks me over as I drop over his lap to straddle him. “Sloane,” he warns.

“You wanted to speak to me?” I ask him, grinding asI Luv This Shitplays by August Alsina gives me a nice slow rhythm to dance on him to.

“I—” he swallows, and I can hear it.

“You,” I taunt.

“Sloane,” he says, his hands gripping my hips without thinking.

I’m still in only a thong, and he can’t help but squeeze my bare hips after he realizes. “You ran from me,” he says, and it nearly has me choking on emotion.

“I don’t run from shit,” I tell him, turning in his lap as I move my ass over the hardness growing between his thighs.

It feels dirty and sinful, him being inmy houseinstead of the reverse.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, his hands having a mind of their own as they dust over my bare breasts.

“You paid for a private dance, sir. I’m giving you what you paid for,” I murmur back, trying to ignore how his hands on me are making me feel.

Like I’m floating in the fucking stratosphere.

“I can’t be here in this capacity, Sloane. I just needed to get you. You need to stay with me.”

His words are clipped and hard-fought as I continue to grind on him, increasing my pace because it feels good to do so.

I know I’m crossing a line that I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself when I’m with him. This is the exact reason he’s a fucking weakness.

“Sloane!” he shouts, breaking me out of my fog, and I spring to my feet, crossing my arms over my chest.

“If you don’t want what you paid for, I guess I’ll just stop then,” I wail, looking down at where he’s adjusting his hard cock in his pants.

“You shouldn’t be here. In this place…”

My eyes go wide with rage. “Don’t you dare give me thatyou’re too good for this placeshit, Luca. I make an honest living here, Gio takes care of us! He’s the only support I’ve had in my life. Ever! Don’t you fucking judge me!”

“I’m not judging you, Sloane. You’re so damn young. There’s so much you could do rather than this…” he waves his arms around before sinking his hands into his hair as he stands and faces me.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Tears betray me and fall down my cheeks, and I’m too proud to wipe them away. I always cry when I’m mad. It’s another weakness he’s getting to see tonight. “My entire life is a series of unfortunate events, Luca. I fucking know that. But I am who I am because of them. I’m stronger because of them!”

His eyes soften with pity, and I can’t stand to look at it growing in his eyes.

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