Page 77 of Bullet

But he had more questions for me. “Did you touch him?”

I could only breathe through the sensations surging through me.

“Stormy, did you have your hands on him? Did he get close enough to smell your pussy wet and ready for cock?” His nostrils flared as he drank in my scent.

“No.” I bit into my lip as his erection pressed into my ass. “Sometimes.” I gasped as his fingers inched closer to where I needed him.

“Sometimes what?” he asked.

“Sometimes—” I licked my lip and swallowed. My body rode the sharp edge of arousal. “Sometimes, when I’d give a lap dance, I’d have to touch the customer.”

“Did you rub your pussy over their cock?”

“Yes,” I hissed as two fingers slid inside me, blurring the thin line between pain and pleasure.

“Did you think about fucking them?” He penetrated me with those two fingers while holding me tight.

Oh god, the rough pads of his fingers rubbed against the magical spot inside me. I shuddered with every plunge and pull. “No. Since that night, every time I danced, I thought of you.”

Without warning, my orgasm rushed over me. A hard spasm contracted my core, and the aftershocks milked his fingers as he pressed the heel of his palm against my clit and curled his fingers inside me.

I crashed my mouth onto his, gripped his shoulders, rode his hand, and kissed him filthy.

“This is my pussy now,” he said.

Slapping sounds echoed behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. Heat bloomed beneath my skin, and yet a shiver chased over me. Torch had stripped, the muscles in his glutes flexed and contracted as he fucked a bound and gagged Gabi. On her knees, she was bent over, her face pressed into a padded mat on the floor. Arms were tethered behind her back, and a ball gag stretched her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes as she writhed on the floor.

Kneeling, Torch pressed a hand to her back and fucked her from behind.

A little gasp escaped my lips.

Bullet cupped my cheek and turned my face to his. “Right here. Me and you.”

Thirty feet of space separated us from Gabi and Torch. “You want to fuck me in front of them?” Like he’d done with Scarlett…and Bristol.

“I know what you’re thinking. And it’s not the same. Not for them,” he said, indicating Gabi and Torch. “And it’s got nothing to do with anyone else. Get out of your head.” His voice lowered. “Torch is loyal to his old lady. He knows what I can’t prove to you. Not without you trusting me. I wouldn’t be here with anyone but you.”

I weaved my fingers through his silky hair. He had nothing left to prove. We were here because he was fighting for me. If he wanted to fuck me here or on the altar of the MC, he could. I was his. And I could show him. “Do you have your phone?”

He pulled his cell from his pocket and unlocked the screen. I scanned through his apps, opened Spotify, and did a quick search for a song from my dance playlist. I slid off his lap and took a step back.

With his phone on the arm of the chair, I pushed play, and the first beats ofPillowtalkbyZaynfilled the room.

“Just for you, Bullet. Even when I didn’t know who you were, I was always dancing for you.”

I closed my eyes and let my body move to the sultry sounds of a song that reflected the fight in us. With a swivel of my hips, I slipped the chains from my shoulders. With each line of the song, I danced for Bullet, loosening the buckles, and slowly stripping out of the dress.

When our gazes connected, his devoured my body. I crept my hands over my breasts, slowly down my belly, and pushed the dress over my hips.

Wearing only the lace-up boots and with a seductive grind, I lowered to the floor, picked up thedress, and draped it over one of the other chairs in the half circle.

I danced for him. My body responded to the tease and the temptation. Using skills I’d learned from Bristol, but also dancing from instinct, I moved to the powerful seduction of the music.

For the next two sixteen counts of the song, I rolled my abdomen, simulating a slow fuck. One fluid motion moved into the next.

“Fuck, Stormy.” He shifted on the chair and ground his palm into his dick.

“Do you want to see how wet I am for you?”

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