Page 22 of Damaged Prince
“Understand?”
“Yes.” I nod.
“Then have a good time,” he says, opening the door.
I step into this small, dark room with a wooden chair sitting in the middle of it.
The door closes behind me, and my nerves amplify.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Swallowing hard, I take a seat on the chair and stare at the dark mirror in front of me.
For a moment, I wonder if I’m supposed to press a button or something, but then a light flicks on, illuminating the space on the other side of the mirror.
My throat goes dry, and my cock stiffens nearly to the point of pain.
Elijah stands on stage, dressed in nothing but a Speedo. He’s leaning against a pole, this charming smile on his almost angelic face.
His dark hair is a little sweaty, but it only makes him more attractive.
His muscles are on full display, abs glistening with sweat—or maybe it’s body oil—either way, my hands itch to reach out and run my hands along them.
“Three songs?” His playful voice snaps me out of the spell his body has put me under. “I feel pretty damn special right now.”
“As you should.” My voice comes out gruff, thick with arousal.
He smiles wider. “Then I’ll have to make sure it’s worth the money, now won’t I?” He winks, grabbing onto the pole in the middle of the room.
He has nothing to worry about, I know every penny I just spent is going to be well worth it.
I just hope by the end of the night, Eli doesn’t freak out at me for putting him on the spot like this.
I could leave; he wouldn’t know. But as the music plays and he starts to move his body to the sensual beat, I know I’m fucked. Because I’m not going anywhere.
Chapter 5
Kai
I’m utterly transfixed by the sight before me. Leaning back in the chair, I keep my eyes locked on the magnificent man on stage. Fisting my hands, I lay them against my thighs.
I’m wound so tight right now. With every dip of his body and roll of his hips, my cock grows painfully hard, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
My hand twitches with the need to pull my cock out and pleasure myself to the insanely erotic motions he’s making.
I shouldn't be back here. I came here to talk to him, not wank off at the sight of him like some horny man.
Only, I am a horny man. A really fucking horny man.
Don’t judge me. I’m only human. But fuck me, the man in front of me surely isn’t. I’m not convinced he isn’t some siren sent from the depths of the ocean to seduce me, then kill me.
He turns around, grabbing the waistband of his Speedo. Inhaling, I hold my breath, my hand instinctively going to the bulge in my pants.
When he pulls the fabric over the globes of his firm, toned ass, I bite the knuckle of one hand and with the other I give my cock a hard squeeze, letting out a low tortured groan.
My teeth ache to sink into his flesh and make him cry out for me.
Eli must have heard me because he chuckles. “I’m glad you approve.”
