from her with a frown. She huffs and frowns at me, as I get ready to tell her to go handle her atrocious breath a flash of gold catches my eye. Penelope is forgotten as the unmistakable object of my desires stands in the middle of my club swaying those delectable hips.
She is stunning in a shimmering metallic gold dress that stops at her mid thighs and drapes softly over her body. Forget fuck me heels, the stilts she has on say fuck me hard and deep, just what I plan to do. Her hair is pulled to one side spilling down toward her waist.
When our eyes lock and she knows she has my attention, she sways her hips and turns her back to me. My semi erection turns to a full blown hard on. The dress leaves her sides and back completely bare. The fabric lies dangerously low on her waist.
She goes from swaying her hips to pumping them back and forth making her arse wiggle with the motion. I’m entranced by the shake of her bum and the arch the motion is making in her back. I lick my lips and reach for my brandy without looking away.
I know she is putting a show on for me. My brain has yet to function enough to question why she is here. My dark angel is up to something but I can’t pull my thoughts from what my prick wants long enough to figure out what. She bends at the waist and twerks just as a dead man steps in front of her and reaches for her.
I’m growling and on my feet without a thought.
CHAPTER Eight
I may have left the gun in the car but I have more than one weapon. That is what makes me so lethal. Nine times out of ten the men that have lost their lives to me never saw it coming because their eyes were on my body. My curves have been a gift and a curse since I was seventeen.
I think Uri should know exactly what he has given up on to be here with the skanks surrounding him. I know the moment his eyes are on me. It has taken everything in me not to run over there and snatch that blonde away from him.
But when I have his attention I milk it for every drop. I can feel his eyes over every inch of my body. When I turn my back to him I give it all I’ve got. I’m practically dry humping the air and it has me so turned on that he is watching.
That hot dream I had of him pops in my head and I groan biting my lip. I bend at the waist and twerk knowing my dress is short enough to give him a nice view without showing too much. I can feel my folds moisten with the heat of his stare on me. I moan again locked in my own fantasy where no one else is around but him and I.
That is why I totally miss the douchebag that comes and grabs my waist pulling me into him. Startled from the show I was just giving to Uri I look up to find a tall dark hair guy. He is rough looking and it would take a few drinks before you could really call him handsome. Even that would be a stretch, but I go along with it because I know it will help to serve my purpose.
To piss Uri off and show him what he is missing out on. Yup, I have crossed over into insanity and have no idea when it happened. When Uri left without a word or when I saw him with that ostrich on his arm.
All I know is I am hurting and I want someone else to hurt too. I can’t go home and get married, it will kill me. I resolved on the plane here that if Uri really doesn’t want me than I will be disappearing for good.
I have already hatched a plan to fake my death and everything. I speak several languages. I will just get lost somewhere here over the pond. I hate that I would be tearing my father to pieces but I can’t go back. Not to Raphael.
Creepy mug grunts his appreciation for the gyration of my hips. I place my hand on his biceps and he must take it for an invitation because his hands move down to cup the globes of my ass and he squeezes hard. No sooner than he squeezes me I am moving off my feet and backwards into a hard chest.
A hand shoots over my shoulder and the big brawly guy I had been dancing with is no longer on his feet
She is stunning in a shimmering metallic gold dress that stops at her mid thighs and drapes softly over her body. Forget fuck me heels, the stilts she has on say fuck me hard and deep, just what I plan to do. Her hair is pulled to one side spilling down toward her waist.
When our eyes lock and she knows she has my attention, she sways her hips and turns her back to me. My semi erection turns to a full blown hard on. The dress leaves her sides and back completely bare. The fabric lies dangerously low on her waist.
She goes from swaying her hips to pumping them back and forth making her arse wiggle with the motion. I’m entranced by the shake of her bum and the arch the motion is making in her back. I lick my lips and reach for my brandy without looking away.
I know she is putting a show on for me. My brain has yet to function enough to question why she is here. My dark angel is up to something but I can’t pull my thoughts from what my prick wants long enough to figure out what. She bends at the waist and twerks just as a dead man steps in front of her and reaches for her.
I’m growling and on my feet without a thought.
CHAPTER Eight
I may have left the gun in the car but I have more than one weapon. That is what makes me so lethal. Nine times out of ten the men that have lost their lives to me never saw it coming because their eyes were on my body. My curves have been a gift and a curse since I was seventeen.
I think Uri should know exactly what he has given up on to be here with the skanks surrounding him. I know the moment his eyes are on me. It has taken everything in me not to run over there and snatch that blonde away from him.
But when I have his attention I milk it for every drop. I can feel his eyes over every inch of my body. When I turn my back to him I give it all I’ve got. I’m practically dry humping the air and it has me so turned on that he is watching.
That hot dream I had of him pops in my head and I groan biting my lip. I bend at the waist and twerk knowing my dress is short enough to give him a nice view without showing too much. I can feel my folds moisten with the heat of his stare on me. I moan again locked in my own fantasy where no one else is around but him and I.
That is why I totally miss the douchebag that comes and grabs my waist pulling me into him. Startled from the show I was just giving to Uri I look up to find a tall dark hair guy. He is rough looking and it would take a few drinks before you could really call him handsome. Even that would be a stretch, but I go along with it because I know it will help to serve my purpose.
To piss Uri off and show him what he is missing out on. Yup, I have crossed over into insanity and have no idea when it happened. When Uri left without a word or when I saw him with that ostrich on his arm.
All I know is I am hurting and I want someone else to hurt too. I can’t go home and get married, it will kill me. I resolved on the plane here that if Uri really doesn’t want me than I will be disappearing for good.
I have already hatched a plan to fake my death and everything. I speak several languages. I will just get lost somewhere here over the pond. I hate that I would be tearing my father to pieces but I can’t go back. Not to Raphael.
Creepy mug grunts his appreciation for the gyration of my hips. I place my hand on his biceps and he must take it for an invitation because his hands move down to cup the globes of my ass and he squeezes hard. No sooner than he squeezes me I am moving off my feet and backwards into a hard chest.
A hand shoots over my shoulder and the big brawly guy I had been dancing with is no longer on his feet
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