Page 42 of Filthy Savage

I close my eyes, feeling the music move through my body, and only then do I begin to dance. I don’t know if anyone is watching me, I don’t know if anyone even gives a shit about me, but I give it my all. It’s easy to do that because it’s just us girls in the room.

“Arch your back,” Bren calls out.

Then I hear Kyle whistle, and Shawn calls out something as well. They’re basically catcalling me, and I can’t help but smile. I’m not usually one who wants or likes attention, but I have to admit this feels good.

I feel a type of power that I have never experienced before. Powerful, sexy, sensual, all words that I didn’t think werepossible to describe me. Little me—Spencer Maddison. I’ve always been cute at the most. But right now, I feel like I could conquer the world.

When the music dies down, my lips turn up into a smile, and I open my eyes. I am invigorated and feel as if I can conquer the entire world. Every square inch of it. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out right as the door to the room slams open.

I’m standing with my fingers still gripping the cool metal of the pole when I see him—them. Not just Evan but Atomic, Gnaw, and King as well. Chewing on my bottom lip, I stare straight ahead. I try not to look into Evan’s eyes, but I fail miserably.

A chill runs up my spine at the look on his face. I don’t know if he’s angry or horny. I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it’s intense, and I can’t breathe. The other people in the room either actually disappear or just vanish from my vision because I can only see him.

Slowly, Evan makes his way toward me. One step, then another. I am his prey and he is stalking me, except he doesn’t have to. I’m already his. I’ve always been his. Since the moment I laid eyes on him.

It didn’t matter that I was too young for him.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t see me that way.

I knew I was his.

Made for him, meant for him.

No matter how twisted that might sound to someone looking in from the outside of our bubble. He moves closer, step by step. His bootsteps are silent as he moves. And then he stops where Kyle had been at the base of the stage.

“You don’t dance for anyone but me, especially like that.”

His voice is growly, raspy, and rough all at the same time. My heart squeezes before it jumps to my throat. I try to swallow down the lump but fail. I inhale a deep breath and let it outslowly as he grabs a chair from behind him, bringing it behind his body and sinking down.

“Evan?” I ask through trembling lips.

“Dance for me,” he demands.

Seconds later, he has his phone out and I hear music coming from the device. It’s not quite as sexy as the music that Bren was playing, but it’s also not pulsing through me the way the bass did from the speakers that surround the stage.

“Evan?” I ask again.

He smirks. “Beautiful, show off those sexy legs and that blonde hair. Dance for me.”

“I’m not very good,” I say, my tongue thick with my confession.

He laughs softly, but I can tell he’s not laughing at me. It’s a dry laugh, almost as if he finds this anything but humorous. Then he jerks his chin toward me, his eyes sparkling and his lips twitching into a smile as he watches and waits.

My hips move from side to side, my eyes never leaving his. I feel stupid, but then I remember what Bren said. It’s not about getting naked. It’s about how they imagine that pole being their dick.

So, that’s what I do. I wrap my fingers around the pole, loosely gripping it as I spin in a single circle, then I fuck the pole with everything I’ve got. As silly as I feel when it begins, slowly, it starts to ebb, and sensuality takes over.

BREW

I’ve never been sopissed off and so turned on at the same time in my entire life. The music plays, but I can’t even hear it. I am focused on this woman dancing in front of me.Everyone else who had been in the room left us alone. They won’t come back in here. At least, not anytime soon.

“Strip, Spencer,” I demand. “Give me a show.”

To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate. I watch as she reaches down to the hem of her shirt and slowly peels it up her body, tossing it to the side. It lands on the stage in a pile, then her bra follows suit.

Fuck.

Her tits sway with her moves. Her breathing comes out in pants. I can’t take my eyes off her. In another life, she could be a professional dancer. But I’m a selfish fuck. I’m not like Dennis. I couldn’t stomach my woman showing any of this body of hers to another living soul.

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