Page 2 of Unyielding
Truthfully, I didn’t know what I liked. This was new to me, as I had never had a private dance before, but instinctively, the words flowed out of me. ‘I have no interest in your arse; perfect as it may be, it doesn’t really do anything for me. I like the front of you more, but I like your face most of all.’
She stood there staring for a moment, having been thrown by a statement I doubt she had ever heard within these walls before, considering that most of the dancers’ go-to move was to grind their arse on everyone. Maybe it made the job more tolerable not having to look them in the eyes, perhaps they felt less exposed but I wanted to strip this girl bare and not literally. I wanted to see everything that was inside of her, down to her core. I wanted to know how she made that smile reach her eyes each and every time.
Recovering quickly, she flashed that genuine smile of hers that lit up her face and left a twinkle in her eyes. The music changed and morphed into something slower and sexier as she began to move in rhythm with it. No person had ever been able to hold my attention in this way; it’s why I never really dated, let alone spoke to anyone of either sex. But right now, I was ensnared by every movement of her body.
My eyes locked on her face as she danced over me, and the moment hers met mine, I couldn’t look away. I was transfixed. The music faded, her dancing becoming irrelevant as her eyes captivated and held mine. I didn’t know if I was even blinking at this point. My breathing turned ragged as I fell into those dark brown depths. At some point she had stripped out of her red lace lingerie but I didn’tspare a glance for her naked body; instead I held her gaze as those eyes stoked a fire I hadn’t ever felt within me.
She sunk down onto the floor and crawled towards me, pulling herself up and onto me by my legs until she was straddling my hips. Pressing her body against mine I felt her breathing turn heavy. Panting through the tension that had only built from how fiercely our gazes were locked.
Only one thought replayed in my mind over and over again.I want her.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked, needing to know her, to unravel a piece of her, as I started to feel raw from what she was stirring within me.
‘Sunshine,’ she said, smiling even brighter. How fitting that name was, but something in my chest panged over the fact that I knew it wasn’t her real name. This was a job, but to me, this moment—this tension, the look in her eyes that matched my own—felt so fucking real.
As she swayed her hips while straddling me, I brought my hands to the outside of her thighs, holding her steady. I couldn’t help moving my hips in time with her, and before I could register what was happening, we were writhing against each other.
‘Oh god, what is happening? You’re making me blush,’ she said, seemingly flustered as she panted, trying to gasp for more air as we moved as one. Taking my hand off her hip, I extended my finger. I had long, pointed nails that shimmered with a gold that matched the blonde in her hair. I placed the tip of my nail at the base of her throat and dragged it down her body, between her breasts, along her sternum and down her stomach. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as she drew me closer, swaying her hips as if she were riding me, losing control at my touch.
She held her lips just millimeters above mine as westared into each other’s eyes, our bodies moving as one in the most intimate of ways. Tension building to indescribable levels, I needed more.
‘I want to bite you,’ she breathed.
‘Do it.’ She shook her head at the challenge.
‘I can’t; they have rules on this level. I’ll get fired. But I want to sink my teeth into you so badly.’ She obviously had no idea who I was and that my family owned The Velvet Room.
‘We can’t have that now, can we?’
She must’ve been relatively new because I knew for a fact that my brother wouldn’t punish her so severely for breaking a rule like that, and all it did was spark curiosity within me.How long had she worked here? Where did she come from? How long had she been in this line of work?I wanted to know everything about her and lick whatever wounds had sent her here.
My hands travelled to her sides as I gripped her waist, tracing them around to her back. Gazes locked I dragged my nails down her back and watched as she shivered beneath my touch. Once I got to her lower back the breath she was holding came out in a ragged gasp. That was all the encouragement I needed as I leisurely drew them back up her sides then across her shoulders. I bit my lower lip, trying to rein in the need that was taking over me as my body responded to every movement of hers. The look she gave me almost turned me feral; her eyes locked on my lips before meeting my gaze once more. She pressed her hips against mine harder than before. I sunk my nails deeper this time, and as I dragged them across her flesh, pleasure erupted from her in soft little pants than matched my own.
The music slowed and it marked the end of our privatedance. The moment was ending but the tension refused to break between us.
I slid her a couple hundred dollars and thanked her for her time.
‘I’m going to have to go to the employee lounge and cool down after that. You are so freaking hot,’ she said as she stood and began putting her red lingerie back on. Something about that left me feeling satisfied that perhaps it was as real for her as it was for me, that she wasn’t just incredibly good at her job.
‘Good,’ I said, smirking as I left the room and refusing to break eye contact until the curtain closed behind me. It wasn’t long until I found Matt sitting by himself, watching one of the shows on the main stage. A girl was pouring champagne down her breasts and naked body.
‘How was your first lap dance?’ he asked, grinning at me.
‘I think I’m in love,’ I sighed. He coughed, choking on his whiskey at the ridiculous statement I just made.
‘What’s her name?’ he asked.
Grinning back at him, I tasted her name on my lips for the first time.
‘Sunshine.’
2
SUNSHINE
Ialmost stumbled into the employee lounge. I felt flushed and hot. Looking at myself in the mirror as I braced against the sink, I saw the wild, heated look in my eyes. Splashing some cold water on my face and neck, I tried to cool myself down. Never had anyone made me feel anything remotely like this, and definitely not a woman. I had been dancing for years at various venues. I had danced for men and women of every age and from every walk of life, but never had someone ignited something so primal and instinctual in me. I wasn’t dancing with her; I was trying to have sex without truly touching.
I didn’t even know her name; all I knew was that when I looked into the depths of her dark brown eyes, I felt like I was freefalling, and she was my tether, making sure I didn’t fully lose myself. Nova walked into the bathroom behind me. I had noticed her dancing on the mini stage earlier, trying to entice the woman who had me so flustered into a private dance. She wasn’t interested, and some small part of me was immensely satisfied that she had chosen me.
