Page 55 of Sinful Sacrifice

I break our eye contact as I scurry offstage with the other dancers and into the dressing room. Everyone is riding the show high, hugging and telling each other congrats. We busted our asses in practices for this. It’s my first show in a while since I spend so much time helping my mother.

After removing my makeup, I change into sweats and a sweatshirt before heading toward the exit. I wasn’t lying when I told Damien I don’t like people coming to my shows. With my mother and Lanie as the exception, I’ve never had a man I was dating attend one.

I told my mom and Lanie they didn’t need to come tonight, and my father hasn’t attended one of my shows in over a decade. Not that I’d invite him. I’m always scared he’ll embarrass me. Probably ask people for spare change.

Alex, my dance partner, stops me for a high five. “We killed it tonight!”

“We did!” I hug him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He brushes his hand through his curly brown locks. “Have a good night.”

This was my first ballet with Alex, and so far, we’re getting along well.

When I leave the dressing room, Damien is standing in the lobby, a bouquet in his hand.

He walks over to me, holding the flowers over my head, and presses his lips to mine. “You’re perfection.”

“How’d you know?” I ask, grinning as he hands me the bouquet of red roses.

“Something to learn about me: I always know everything.”

Call it cliché, but no one has ever brought me flowers after a performance. It’s nice to feel like someone cares.

Damien makes me feel special.

This is the fate I wished for.

But deep in my gut, I’m scared it won’t work out. He’s dangerous. His line of work could get me killed. It did his family. The odds of us having a real relationship aren’t in our favor. Right now, us seeing each other like this, is doing more harm than good to my poor heart.

He leads me to his car and praises my performance on the entire drive to my apartment.

“You were breathtaking.”

“I’ve never seen someone dance so beautiful.”

“I had to stop myself from grabbing you off that stage and dragging you into the dressing room to worship your body, baby.”

When we’re back in my apartment, he locks the door, his demeanor changing. Annoyance lines his features.

“Now, I know you were the star of tonight’s show, but you need to atone.”

I drop my bag on the floor and gape at him. “Atone?”

“For lying to me.” He strolls through my apartment and falls on the couch. Every movement reminds me of the first time he was here. He spreads his legs wide, resting his elbows on them. “You’re going to suck my cock for that, and then, after I come in your mouth, you’re going to dance on my dick until you come.” His tone turns stern. “I told you I don’t like liars.”

He doesn’t wait for me to reply as he starts unbuckling his belt.

“The longer you take, the harder I’m going to fuck that gorgeous face of yours,” he warns.

Even though my body is sore from tonight, I strut toward him and fall to my knees between his spread legs.

“That’s my good little dancer,” he says, raising his hips to lower his pants farther. As I make myself comfortable, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me closer to his crotch.

I take his entire cock in my mouth.

Deep-throat him. Gulp down his cock.

Damien is bossier tonight than usual.

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