Page 72 of Vow to Hate You

“Is the alcohol revealing your jealous side, wife?”

She grinned deviously. “Seeing as this marriage is a sham—no. I don’t get jealous.” After a small pause, she kept going. “Since you dance with other women like this, then you can’t say anything if I do this with men.”

Dropping my head, I whispered in her ear. “You’re still a horrible liar, Talie.” She attempted to wiggle away, and I locked my arms around her. “But if you want the truth…I absolutely dance at my club. But pulling women up on stage like I did with you? Dancing like this with other women? It doesn’t happen.”

Her smile only widened, and I bit my tongue before I continued. If she thought she would dance with other men, she was very mistaken. I didn’t give a shit if she considered me her fake husband. If she was staying, then she wasmine.

“Try to dance with someone else like this,” I dared her gruffly. “I’ll give you the same lesson I did when you flirted with that guy in the restaurant. Only this time I’ll make sure it lasts a hell of a lot longer until you’re screaming and begging me for a release.”

Her cheeks pinkened slightly, but my words didn’t seem to deter her. “Tell me, Damian,” she purred, pushing her body against mine. “Did you enjoypunishingme? Leaving me there on the edge?”

I let out a chuckle. “Oh, I fucking enjoyed it, Natalia. But I’d enjoy pleasuring you more. However, to get that, you need to be a good girl. Then I’ll drop to my knees for you and eat. Giving you so many orgasms until you can’t take it anymore.” Hereyes widened in shock, not expecting my response. I continued to dance, rolling my hips against hers as I dropped my lips to her ear. “But that won’t happen when you’re still threatening to dance with another man.”

She kept her lips pressed together as we danced, but she stayed in my arms when another song came on. My dick hardened even more when she rubbed against me, and from the small grin on her lips, she knew exactly what she was doing. As much as she wanted to pretend she wanted nothing to do with me, she couldn’t deny that she loved messing with me.

Deciding to play into her game, I gripped her hips before lifting her up. On instinct, her legs wrapped around my waist to steady herself, and I carried her across the room. I put her down on the chair next to the small table, and she angled her face up to look at me curiously. Her body stiffened slightly when I climbed on top of her, straddling her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked over the music.

“Dancing.”

Reaching over her shoulder, I gripped the back of the chair as I began swaying my hips to the beat of the new song. A small cry escaped her when I fisted her hair with my free hand, forcing her to keep her head tilted. My eyes stayed locked on hers, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking. While we used to dance all the time when we were younger, it was never like this. Back then, I’d been careful not to cross any lines.

But now? I was quickly realizing I wanted to cross every fucking line with her.

I wanted her back then too, but I’d been young and fucking dumb. She had been the one who brought up the idea of marriage as business. She’d just graduated high school, and I wasn’t going to push anything on her. But that was five years ago, and our chemistry was still off the charts. I wasn’t fighting it anymore.

“Admit it,” I coaxed, grinding against her. “You like dancing with me.”

Her eyes gleamed deviously. “I’d like any guy who dances on me like this.”

I didn’t let her words rile me up like she obviously wanted. I did this for a damn living and doubted any other man had danced with her like this while she’d been gone. Releasing her hair, I gripped the back of the chair with both hands, holding most of my weight as I continued to move. Ash and Rhyett were laughing, making some smart remarks, but my attention stayed on my wife. Soon, her hands gripped my thighs, slowly wandering up.

She glanced up at me, biting her lip. She was still mad, but that anger wasn't enough for her to completely shut me out.

The song changed, and this time it was a slower beat. Her eyes darted to the counter where she’d left the phone she was using to change the music. I stole her attention back when I grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet.

“I need to choose another song?—”

I cut her off. “I like this one.”

A frown tipped down her lips when I wrapped my arm around her waist, tugging her closer. I caught her other hand, interlacing our fingers. Taking the lead, I moved slowly to the music, watching surprise cover her face. This was even more intimate than the sexual dancing we were doing, and she didn’t like it.

I spotted Charlotte watching us curiously, only to look away quickly when I caught her eye. Rhyett and Ash were chatting with friends on the other side of the room.

“I do miss this,” she muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “Nights like this…they were my favorite.”

“They were mine too.”

“But things are different now,” she replied quietly. “We’re not kids anymore.”

I sighed. “No, we’re not. But it doesn’t mean we have to spend the rest of our lives being miserable. Let me in, Talie. Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

I didn’t miss the nerves in her laugh. “Who says I’m miserable? I love playing games with you, Damian.” She raised on her tiptoes, brushing her lips over my throat. “After denying me my orgasm, you deserve to get punished too.”

Her words had me grinning in amusement, and I locked my arms around her when she tried darting away.

“Not so fast. Please tell me how you’re going to punish me?” I questioned. “Tease me like I did to you? Because let me tell you, I will take everything you give me with a fucking smile on my face if it means I get to be naked in a room with you.”

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