Page 2 of The Devil's Touch
The slow, intoxicating music came on, and I clung to the pole, losing myself to it.When it came to other men, knowing they were leering at me and imagining a thousand ways they wanted to tear off my clothes and sink themselves into my skin, it made my skin crawl, but knowing this man, dark, dangerous and predatory, was watching me, made every hair on my skin rise, and liberated me from the inside out.
It was different.
I grinded sensually against the pole, running my fingertips against every mesh-clothed part of my body.My breath hitched when I felt my hardened nipples.The friction of my fingers against it sent heat shooting straight to my core.I didn’t stop dancing, teasing him and running my fingers through my hair.Every rhythm made me want to submit to him, and that urged me to open my eyes.
My breath caught.
He was taking a sip of his drink, but his eyes didn’t leave mine.Those cold blue eyes latched onto my body with such intensity, it made me feel like they were scorching the sheer cloth off my body.The innate urge to please him was so overwhelming that I found myself getting on my knees, crawling towards him.
I crouched when I got to his front, watching his eyes flash with hunger.It was momentary and I was certain I imagined it.Satisfaction flared within me.I rose to my feet, leaning towards him, catching his clenched jaw and faint musky scent before biting my lip slowly and circling around him.There had never been the urge to touch any of my clients, but with him, I craved it.
My black, manicured fingers rose up in the air, aiming to tease his shoulder, but I guess he saw it coming.Rough hands grabbed onto mine, sparks zapping through every inch of my skin.He growled, yanking me to his front.Then, he rose to his feet.
My five foot six inch height never made me feel insecure.I even wore heels all the time.But he towered over me like an overwhelming darkness, the scent of musk hitting me in the right spots as his now darkened blue eyes rested on me.
“Hands off.”His voice, emotionless, curled around me like smoke.
I didn’t know how he was able to move so swiftly.The next thing I felt was my back hitting the wall, eliciting a gasp from me.His face hit my neck, and I heard him sniff me in, wrapping his arm around my waist.What was left of my senses seemed to have faded away because as he ran the pad of his thumb over my hip, my skin burned beneath his touch.
“No touching.Those are the rules.”I panted, meeting his burning gaze.
“I don’t care.”He breathed against my face, staring down at my lips and fisting onto my hip like he was trying to restrain himself from doing the wrong thing.
I could feel it in his heavy breathing, his raging hard-on pressed against me.The air between us thickened with a lustful tension, heat coursing through my body with every gaze that landed on it—devoured it even.I bit my lip, not wanting to look away from those blue eyes.
“I take what I want.”Words had never made me drip the way those words did.“And right now, I want you out of this thing.”His husky voice reeked with frustration as he tugged on the sheer lace material.
Then he spun me around, making my hardened nub graze the cold walls.I moaned, shamelessly, grinding against him as he pressed himself into me.
It was a non-negotiable rule at Karma that strippers shouldn’t sleep with their clients.Marco chanted it to us like a mantra.But here I was, wet and needy for a man who should terrify me.I lied to myself that if I was going to steal from him for my sister’s surgery, then I had to let him fuck me.It was easier that way.
The ripping sound of my lacy jumpsuit echoed through the air and I wobbled in my heels.I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his rough fingertips tease my naked back, sweeping my hair to the side of my neck.
“Oh, God.”I moaned as I felt him glide his fingers over my pussy from behind, groaning into my neck and nibbling on the flesh.
“Not God, me.”He murmured, displeased.“Look at how wet you are for me.You are dripping all over my fingers.”He cupped my throbbing pussy, pinching my clit and spanking me on my core.
I cried, clawing at the wall with my nails.“Please,” I whined like a brat, my voice quivering as I practically begged for him to fuck me.
“Please what?”he fisted my hair, stroking my folds.My legs nearly gave way.
“Fuck me.”
My whisper echoed through the room, flushing my cheeks with embarrassment.I hadn’t discarded logic like this in a long time.Maybe it was because I wanted to be consumed, to be claimed.Maybe I wanted one night where I had a say about my own body.
“Good girl.”
His belt rattled, and my breath slowed, anticipation brimming within me.His weight locked me down, my eyes snapping shut when I felt the tip of his cock graze over my pussy.I whimpered, my body burning with desire.My breasts ached and hurt because they needed him.I was dripping so much, smearing my thigh with arousal—everything was so overwhelming, but the mix of pain and desire made me feel so fucking alive.
He thrust into me without warning.
“Argh,” I gasped, standing on my tiptoes.
I was no virgin.Heck, I had had my fair share of men, but none of their cocks made me feel so full and stretched out.My eyes burned with tears, drool gathering around the corners of my mouth.He was thick, and just like his aura, his member was ruinous, My cunt struggled to adjust to him, my breath unconsciously ceasing.
“Breathe, Mia Cara.”His voice softened fleetingly—I was certain I imagined it.“You are shutting me out.You need to relax.”He smoothed my hair, kissing my shoulder blade.His other hand crawled over one of mine that was splayed over the wall, his fingers slipping into mine as he pressed them against the surface, so intimately.
That little action undid me.
