Page 58 of Retaliation
“No.” I chose not to elaborate because there was no room for argument. Even if she enjoyed riding my brothers’ dicks, I didn’t trust her to not run from us.
She huffed, and Ty grabbed her face, sticking his tongue down her throat. She moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away with a wink. “Be a good girl for Andras. We’ll be watching.”
Sara flipped him off and stormed out of our booth. I followed after her, enjoying the view of her ass swaying angrily as she stormed down the hall to the side of the stage.
Her dressing room was larger than I expected, with a plush, velvet chaise in the corner and several racks of costumes, shoes, and accessories. I placed our drinks on her vanity, shoving aside her makeup as she tugged out a garment bag from her costume rack.
“And what will you be singing for us tonight, belle femme?” I sipped my vodka, watching her.
Her captivating eyes turned my way, and I swallowed thickly. This woman was going to be my end.
She grinned and braced her hands on her hips. “It’s a surprise. Now go stand outside. I don’t want you to see my costume yet.”
I arched an eyebrow, and she pouted.
“Please, Andras? I actually enjoy singing. I’m not going anywhere but on that stage. At least not right now.”
I shoved off the wall and stalked toward her, tipping her chin up to meet my gaze. She was so petite, her head barely reaching my shoulders. “If you run, I will find you, Sara Braun.”
Her lips parted, and her tongue flicked across her lips, her pupils dilating with desire. “I know.”
I smirked, releasing her and picking up my drink. “Good girl.”
I stepped out of the dressing room before she could respond and shut the door. I returned to the others, their eyes curious as they watched me sit.
“You left her in the room alone?” Dev spoke up first, frowning at me.
I leaned back, resting my right ankle on my left knee and sipping the cold liquor. “She’s not going anywhere. And if she does, it just gives Ty the opportunity to chase her.”
Ty chuckled darkly, swigging whiskey from the bottle. “Fuck, I hope she runs.”
“You’re fucked up, man,” Dev snapped at him, leaning back in his seat.
“We all are, Parrish. You’re just in denial,” Ty retorted, taking another swig from the bottle. “Let your daemon out, brother. He’s bored.”
Dev chucked a cherry at Ty, who caught it in his mouth with a grin. The lights dimmed, and a voice echoed through the speakers, announcing the next act.
“Please welcome our very own Singing Siren, Sara Braun.”
The crowd went wild, whistling and clapping for our girl. The lights darkened completely, and I picked up the click of her heels as she walked on stage. The music burst to life, and a hazy pink spotlight shined down on Sara. My mouth went dry, and my dick hardened instantly. She wore a blonde, blunt bob wig and pin-up girl makeup. Her lips were a bright pink, matching the silver-and-pink corset she wore. The top cinched her waist and boosted her cleavage. Sara looked absolutely exquisite. Her round ass swayed in tight cheeky, pink bottoms, and her black stilettos clicked against the stage as she sashayed to the edge.
“Fucking hell,” Dev whispered, his voice rough with desire.
I wholeheartedly agreed. Sara looked like the sweetest sin I wanted to devour. The music picked up, and her voice rang out to a coquettish tune. It was mildly familiar, and I turned to Levi, knowing how excited he must be. Burlesque was one of his favorite movies, and the song “But I Am a Good Girl” was one of his favorite scenes.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips, and the others joined me as she glanced our way, singing the next line directly to us. Unlike the song lyric, our Sara was no “good girl.”
Oh, she was in trouble for sure.
Sara danced and moved her supple body to the beat as she sang out the words. The crowd whistled and howled. I grimaced, seeing all the men ogling her. Sara sauntered closer to the steps at the front of the stage and the damn bartender, Ryan, was instantly there, helping her down into the crowd. I felt my brothers go still beside me as we watched her move through the crowd, letting them paw at her as she sang.
I growled, the music drowning out the sound. “Our little angel is looking for punishment.”
Ty grunted in agreement, and Levi laughed before he spoke.
“Mi diosa. I’m in love.”
