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I was the one who snagged it from the floor, tossing it over the back of one of the couches. As I rolled my finger all the way down her spine, she turned her head slightly, her lovely mouth pursing.

Just to touch her in this way, slowly and without feeling the need to do nothing more than shoving my cock into her wetness was a powerful aphrodisiac, a special moment. It was strange to think I’d never allowed myself to take my time with a woman under any circumstances.

I couldn’t care less about walks in the park or in the froth of the ocean water as the sun was setting. I certainly had never taken a picnic or spent time watching a movie in a theater or anywhere else. That wasn’t my style.

Which was why having thoughts of doing all those things caught me as much off guard as everything else had during the evening.

She was quivering to my touch, her skin shimmering from the lighting in the room. I continued my trail, moving from one side of her waist to the other. When I backed away, she bit her lower lip in the way I adored. I grabbed my unfinished drink, sitting down on one of the chairs where I could command and see everything she did.

“Dance for me,” I told her. “Dance like you’re ready to wrap your fingers around the entire world, claiming it as your own.”

She took another deep breath, listening as the song shifted into something a touch darker than what had been playing.

As she started to sway her hips back and forth, tossing her head over her shoulder, a smile crossed my face. For all her innocence, she could be a perfect tease.

“Take a look out the windows, my perfect dancer. Imagine everyone inside the building across the street is watching you.”

She turned her head fully toward the wall of glass, lifting one leg in front of her. As she pointed her toes, she eased her arms to the sides, fluttering them as if a beautiful butterfly freed from its ugly cocoon.

I was instantly mesmerized by the way she took a purposeful step forward, rising on her toes, extending her other leg behind her and leaning forward. She was even more beautiful in form as she slowly began to feel the rhythm of the music, tossing her long hair and moving as if she owned the room.

While I’d wanted to relax and enjoy my drink, I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat, my heart thudding as she dropped to the floor, tossing her arms out over her head. As she began to rise slowly, as if still the butterfly learning to fly, I could barely contain myself. My cock was pressing hard against my trousers, the arousal almost painful.

I placed my glass on the coffee table, wringing my hands together as she unfurled her body. As she almost marched toward the window, keeping her toes pointed with every step, I envisioned her required discipline was as strict as mine had been, even brutal at times.

But still entirely different.

She’d chosen to dance as an outlet for the horror her mother had put her through. When Bella had confided in me the way Carmine had behaved, I’d almost made a phone call and had her life stripped away. However, my dancer’s words had prevented me from providing another moment of sadness.

As she planted one palm on the cool glass then the other, slowly tipping her head over her shoulder, her dance moves shifted to something more evocative.

I was even more enthralled than before, the switch in her personality unexpected. She spread her long legs wide open, lowering her body as she continued undulating. I rubbed my jaw, the rush of adrenaline and need increasing rapidly.

The woman could turn anything into a provocative moment, which I hadn’t anticipated in the least. When she dared to lower one of her crimson bra straps, I was instantly forced to suck in my breath.

Who said I was the one who needed to unwrap the beautiful package? I grabbed my drink again, pounding down the majority of it just to cool off. She laughed softly and slid the other strap down as well, twisting her body as if offering me a slight peek before facing the window once again.

But seconds later, she turned the opposite direction, reaching behind her to unfasten the two hooks and eyes, giving me a sultry look as she did so. As soon as she’d gotten it free, she spun around once again, refusing to allow me to see her voluptuous breasts just yet.

I was ready to stop the strip tease act but found myself far too enthralled to do so. During the next few minutes, she tormented me relentlessly by spinning and dancing, kicking out her long legs but kept her arms folded over her breasts. The woman obviously had no idea what she was doing to me.

Or maybe she did and was pushing my buttons. The thought of punishing her for it made my mouth water.

Since the music suddenly changed for a third time, I almost rose from my seat, far too much in need. However, my perfect dancer shimmied her hips for a few seconds before sliding her fingers under the elastic of her thong. Her body was twisted enough I could tell she was contemplating what she was doing, struggling with the connection we shared. And the flame that burned so brightly between us.

I’d wanted nothing more than to perform sadistic acts with her, to mark her as mine. Not tonight. Tonight, I wanted the closeness, the passion, which I’d shoved aside all my life. Hell, the first few times I’d had sexual relations, I hadn’t bothered to kiss the woman. I hadn’t wanted a single one of them to get the wrong idea.

Fuck me. I wanted to kiss Bella. Every fucking inch of her.

Even the way she shimmied the lace to the floor was sexy as hell. When she was completely naked, except for the necklace, I issued a single command that she would be required to follow.

“Come here.” The darkness in my voice was a powerful draw for her. I could see it in her reflection as she opened her eyes wide. I expected her to balk, to do what she could to keep me at a distance for as long as possible.

She spun around at least three times, continuing to tease me. Of course the little brat knew she was igniting the fire.

“Come here, little vixen. Do not make me tell you again.”

Now she turned around ever so slowly, lifting her head and undressing me with her eyes. And in the least expected move of the evening, as she gracefully dropped to her knees, I couldn’t keep from issuing a series of low-slung growls.

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