Page 24 of Retaliation
“Hello, Ty,” I said, giving him a smirk.
I licked my lips and enjoyed the hunger in his eyes as he tracked the movement of my tongue. His eyes dipped lower, taking in my curves on display in the tiny dress. I looked away, scanning the crowd as if his attention meant nothing. He stepped closer, and his rough hands grasped my chin, turning my face up to look into his own. My skin heated where his hand lingered.
“Not the performance I was expecting. You’re looking every bit the vixen on that stage. Sing like one too. I like it.”
I gave him a wink and leaned into his touch. “So did everybody else. Get in line, monster man.”
Ty’s hand trailed down my throat, and he squeezed gently, his lips turned up into a devilish grin. “You have no idea who you’re taunting right now, little vixen. You should be very, very careful.”
I pushed off the bar and further into the hand gripping my throat. His grip tightened, and, fuck me, did I like the feeling settling between my legs. I tilted my head to the side as I stared up into his fiery gaze.
“Or what? I’m not afraid of you, Typhon Radnor.”
Ty’s eyes flared at the use of his full name on my lips. I slid my hand over his dick, rubbing slightly at the hard length beneath his jeans.
“Besides. I think you like it rough.”
Ty growled, letting me know I was, in fact, correct, and I grinned in triumph. Maybe I liked that too. I stepped back, and he released my throat, his fingers brushing against my cleavage. I was so hot and bothered I barely heard Ryan calling my name from behind the bar. Ty’s head snapped up.
“What do you want?” he snapped at Ryan, stepping closer to me and leaning one arm against the bar. I turned toward Ryan, and felt Ty’s free hand pressing into my lower back, showing his dominance. Ryan’s wide eyes drifted down to mine.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Ignore the brute. What’s up, Ryan?”
Ryan cleared his throat as Ty pinched my waist and snarled possessively, as if he had any claim to my attention.
“Uh. Otis asked if you’d sing again tonight. The crowd went nuts for you, and he said you can sing whatever you want.”
My cheeks flushed with pleasure. I knew I had a decent voice, but it was still nice to receive high praises like that. I nodded. “Of course. I’d love to. Just give me like thirty to change costumes.”
Ty leaned in behind me, his lips brushing against my ear and making me shiver. “What will you sing for me now, pet?”
I turned my head toward him, our lips nearly touching. “Who says the song will be for you?”
Ty gripped my waist, turning my body toward his, and gripped my chin tightly so I couldn’t look away. “If you want to sing for another man, little vixen, point him out. He’ll be dead before you finish the chorus.”
I huffed a laugh even as my thighs clenched. “Well, that’s not very nice.”
He grinned, his muscles taut and his grip tight on my chin. “I don’t play nice with others. And I don’t like to share.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t belong to you, monster man. Or anyone else.”
“Yes you do, pet. You’ll figure that out soon enough.” Ty shoved off the bar. “Better get backstage and ready for your next song, little vixen.”
I chugged my champagne and flipped him off before turning my back to him and heading backstage. I heard his growl and felt his angry eyes following me as I walked away. I smiled and winked at several men and women along my path, just to piss him off a little extra. This was too much fun. The only problem was, I desperately wanted to get laid now, and no way in hell could I give in to Ty Radnor. I suppose I could go back to Dev, but wasn’t that just trading one devil for another? My vibrator wasn’t going to cut it after the orgasm Dev wrung from my body. Fuck, this was annoying. Maybe I could find a nice boy to screw? I could practically feel Mina laughing at me. No, a nice boy wasn’t going to work either.
I shoved into my dressing room and stripped out of my boots and dress, rummaging through my costumes. What to wear? What to sing? Something provocative and very “damn the man.” I pulled out a black, leather catsuit with a thick, gold zipper leading straight down to my navel. I slipped into it, tugging the supple leather up my legs. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and left the zipper undone to show off my kick-ass cleavage. The catsuit was skintight, and my lacy red bra matched my lips perfectly. I stepped back into my knee-high boots and zipped them up tight. The outfit was surprisingly comfy to move in. I slid tiny black cat ears into my hair, a nod to the OG Catwoman, my idol, Michelle Pfeiffer. Anyone who thinks she wasn’t the fucking shit in Batman Returns should be shot on sight.
As I walked out of the dressing room, several dancers and performers commented on my first performance and rushed to find open seats for my next act. I stopped at the end of the stage and gave the stage manager a thumbs up. She winked and gave me a thumbs up in return. I chose a handheld mic for this song and stepped onto the stage, grinning like the cat who caught the canary. Tibby’s wolf whistle cut through the silence and the crowd quickly joined her. The music queued up for Elle King’s bad bitch anthem, “Baby Outlaw.” I shimmied to the sound of the guitar and started into the song with fire in my veins.
I began to dance, using the entire stage and moving with the rhythm of the music. I leaned down and winked at the men and women sitting close to the stage, luring them in with my voice. At that moment, everyone in the club belonged to me. I couldn’t see Ty, but I could feel his eyes locked on my body, following my moves like a stalker in the shadows. I scanned the heads of the crowd and found his hulking frame sitting at the bar. He was leaning forward, his arms resting on his knees while he tracked me across the stage like a predator. I gave him a pointed look as I sang out the chorus. Elle King’s message rang out in defiance; she was a woman who didn’t need a man to save her, she was strong enough to save herself. And so was I.
His mouth twitched as I sang out the words. I slid my eyes away from him and caught Tibby’s gaze with a grin. She toasted me with her martini, and I tipped a salute. The crowd faded into the shadows as I got swept up in the song, letting the world know I was nobody’s baby, and in the end, they’d be the poor souls dead at my feet. Fuck, I loved this song. I barely finished the final lyrics before the audience jumped to their feet, clapping and tossing money onto the stage. The stage manager jumped into action, picking up all the bills. I kicked up a heel and winked, blowing a kiss again before heading backstage, instead of into the crowd.
With the lights dimmed, I ran to my dressing room and grabbed my backpack before heading out the back door toward my bike. I zipped up the catsuit so my tits didn’t fall out when I rode down the highway. The incredible high from that performance was too fucking awesome and this outfit was too hot not to show off. My bike jumped to life, and I kicked off the gravel, flying into the night and away from the club. Adrenaline rushed through me, and I sped down the side streets, feeling smug as fuck leaving Ty behind. I pulled up to a stop light next to a newer Camaro. The driver and his frat boy friend turned, and their mouths dropped when they took in my catsuit.
The frat boy in the passenger seat leaned toward me, and I flipped up my visor.
“Am I dreaming? Because holy shit you look like my favorite wet dream, baby.” The guy driving laughed, licking his lips.
