Page 52 of High Stakes

“Yes, ma’am,” comes his instant reply and my stomach clenches. I can’t wait to make him say that to me later.

“You and Hayden will take Cabrera. We’ll handle the rest,” Silas confirms.

“Thank you.” I take a deep breath as the lights dim and a spotlight comes on right when I step out. There are a few other girls sharing the stage in different corners, all spinning and dipping around poles. “Buttons” blasts through the speakers as I grip the pole in my corner and do my first twirl and dip, hoping to make the Pussycat Dolls proud.

My eyes search the crowd until they land on my target, sitting in a VIP section surrounded by his security detail. Then I noticeDeclan and Hayden, both standing close to the roped off area. I zero in on Declan and I can feel his eyes on me as I round the pole, swaying and dipping to the rhythm. “Get your eyes off me or I’m going to need a new suit,” his voice echoes through my ears. I spin until my back is to them and bend at the waist, giving everyone behind me a perfect view of what isn’t underneath my skirt.

“Fuck. Me.” Hayden’s voice is strained as it comes across the static.

If they like my first act, then they’re going to love my second. I turn and notice that Cabrera has also taken notice. The DJ scratches and the track stutters before switching to a different beat that I recognize immediately. I walk over to one of the other dancers and shout above the music. “Can I borrow you? I need to make an impression.” She nods and lets me drag her back to my corner. “Just stand and sway,” I order her as “One, Two Step” vibrates through my bones.

I spin around her once, trailing my fingertips around her naked abdomen and up the front of her chest. “You’re not,” Silas whispers in my ear, his voice sounding strained. I spin and dip, searching for him in the crowd.

Oh I most certainly am.

“Fucking hell,” Hayden mutters. “I’m not going home with dry pants tonight.”

I smile and drop in front of the girl as she sways her body to the music, giving the VIP section another view of my ass. Then, I grip the girl's hips and slowly rise to my feet, dragging my tongue along her stomach and up between her breasts, ending at the tip of her chin. She tastes like sweat and cotton candy. I use her for a few more seconds, dancing and grinding against her until the song changes again.

My eyes search the crowd and I see Cabrera leaning forward in his seat, watching me hungrily. A viscous smile splits my faceas I blow him a kiss and then drag my hand down the front of my body seductively. I do a few more twirls and high kicks as the music from “Freek-A-Leek” blares out onto the dance floor. I finish in a crouch, my legs spread and the pole between my thighs, giving him a teasing view.

The lights go down and I strut off the stage, panting heavily. Good God, pole dancing is a work out. My abs and thighs are burning and my legs are trembling as I lean against the wall. Hector’s voice cuts through my heavy panting. “I got that on video, just so you know.”

I smile and watch as two men in dark suits stalk toward me. “Heads up, boys. We’re in.”

The two men stop directly in front of me, blocking all chances of escape. Lucky for me, I’m not looking to run. “Mr. Cabrera would like for you to join him tonight.”

Damn right he does.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” I whisper breathlessly, and act every bit the flustered fool unable to take a compliment. In reality, I’m always the flustered fool who can never take a compliment.

“It’s not a request,” the second man growls and grips my bicep tightly. I let him drag me through the crowd and up to the VIP booth.

Ready or not, Mr. Cartel Bossman, I’m coming for you.

And only one of us is walking away from this tonight.

25

HAYDEN

Ithought I was going to have a coronary when Emelia bent over and revealed she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Then I thought I was truly having a stroke when she pulled the other girl into her routine on that stage. I have never been so hard in my entire life as when I watched her tongue lap across her skin.

“Pull yourself together,” Declan snaps, and shoves my shoulder with his fist. “They’re bringing her up now.”

“You got this,” I mutter, and stalk through the crowd, leaving him to watch Emelia as I seek some relief somewhere. I locate Silas in the crowd of masks almost immediately. “I need you,” I lean in to whisper in his ear.

He cocks his head to the side and I can only imagine the curious glint in his eyes as I drag him into a hallway and shove him against the wall. “What are you doing?” he hisses and tries to shove me away.

“I need to take the edge off, or I won’t be able to focus,” I whisper and look around, desperate for a door that locks. My eyes focus on the bathroom a few feet away.

Perfect.

I drag him into the room and lock the door. Before he can protest further, I shove him to his knees and rip off his mask. “This won’t be kind and it won’t be gentle. This is a need. Not a want. You don’t get off this time.” My voice is hard, but I can tell by the blush creeping up his cheeks that he’s into it. With trembling fingers, I pull out my cock and trace the wet tip across his lips. It’s achingly hard and leaking. “Suck,” I command and shove into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat.

He gags and grips my thighs, digging his fingers into my skin as I thrust my hips in a brutal rhythm. Silas gags and slurps as drool slides down his chin, and I have to admit, he looks fucking divine on his knees with my cock in his mouth.

I drop my head back on my shoulders and moan out his name as he flicks his tongue against my piercing. My dick throbs against his tongue as his throat muscles work me into a frenzy. “You take… Fuck… You take me so well.” I groan low in my throat. “You look so… so good with my dick down your throat. Harder, Si,” I whisper and my voice sounds like gravel.

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