Page 74 of The Dollhouse

“You’re all boys as far as I’m concerned,” Zoey cut in, “with your bickering. Now, Carter, take a seat.” She gave me a wink, and then she sauntered her ass around the stage to the stairs. The Dollhouse’s speakers played music, but the music was low. She would dance with no background beat, I guess.

But I wasn’t going to complain.

Once she got up there, I was fairly certain I would forget Lake was here too, so that was good.

I took a spot near Roman, settling down as I watched Zoey walk to the front of the stage, where a vertical silver pole sat. Roman and I never really sat down and watched the dances. Sometimes we used to, but more often than not he’d pick out a girl and we’d take her in back, and he’d reward them handsomely for their time and their bodies. No more, though, not since Zoey.

Things were changing, that’s for sure.

Zoey moved to stand before the pole, giving me a suggestive, flirty look, and I found myself leaning forward on my chair, my hands tightening. A dance was well and good, but I’d definitely need to feel her body underneath mine after this.

She slipped off her shoes—thank God—and kicked them to the side. She grabbed the pole and swung her body around it. Slowly, carefully, getting a feel for the stage. She’d done a little dance before, but Roman had swiftly put a stop to it, not wanting anyone else to see her. The only men allowed to see her were Roman and me… and Lake, I supposed.

Whatever beat she began to sway her body to was one of her own, but it didn’t matter that I couldn’t hear it. My eyes were glued to her, and when she undid her pants and kicked them off, revealing she wore a lacy thong underneath, my cock twitched.

Oh, fuck.

Her shirt came off next. A matching black, lacy bra hugged her tits, and my gaze took in the curves of her body, how she swayed her hips… and when she swung around the pole, how great that ass looked. I imagined smacking it, parting those cheeks, and watching my length disappear as I buried myself inside her. God, she’d feel so good.

Zoey didn’t swing around the pole long before releasing it, stepping toward the edge of the stage and reaching behind her, unhooking her bra and slowly taking it off. Once those beautiful tits were free, I breathed harder. She gave me a sly smile, as if knowing how much her body affected me, and then she tossed her lacy bra at me, which I didn’t even bother to catch. It hit my arm and fell to the floor.

I couldn’t move. If I did, it would be to yank Zoey toward me and fuck her senseless.

Pink hair and all, she was gorgeous. She had the perfect body, slender and curvy, marked with a giant tattoo on her side. She was drop-dead fucking gorgeous and she had to know it. Her confidence oozed out into her dance, and she grabbed hold of the pole once more and started to swing around it.

I lost track of all time. Minutes, hours, eternity—what did it matter how much time had passed? I was with her, watching her, and that was all that mattered. Here, being able to take in every inch of her body, minus the small bit of fabric near her cunt; I understood why Roman liked to watch so much. There was something so erotic about watching, not being able to touch, knowing she put on a show just for me.

For me and my birthday, which I’d gotten in the habit of forgetting every year. It wasn’t like Roman and I celebrated. Another year down. Whoop-de-fuck.

Itching to get up there, to get on that stage, it was so hard for me to remain still and watch her. My cock was steel in my pants, straining against the fabric, and I felt so hot in the suit, my skin sweating, my lungs panting. The things that girl did to me, even when she wasn’t touching me, was unreal.

I’d drunk from the Zoey punch without realizing it, and now I couldn’t get enough of her. The tables had officially turned against everything I used to stand for. I never thought I’d ever feel this way, I never wanted to… but now, now I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Zoey’s bare feet moved to the front of the stage, and with a soft grunt, she hopped down, her tits bouncing with the movement. She came straight to me, and with one hand on my shoulder, she pushed me back in the chair, moving to straddle me, one leg on either side of my lap. Her body undulated, her tits inches from my face, and I met her light blue eyes and saw her knowing glint.

She knew I was loving it. The fucking tease. I swore, if I didn’t get to fuck her after this, the blue balls I’d have would go down in history as the world’s worst case.

“So,” Zoey purred out, her lips nearing my ear. “Do you like your present, Carter?”

My hands found her sides, and I said nothing as I yanked down her thong. “Why don’t you dance a little more for me, and then I’ll give you an answer?” I kept her thong, smacking her ass before she went to get back onstage, now totally nude.

Did I like my present? I think we all knew the answer to that.

Fuck yeah.

Bonus Scenes

These events take place after the climax of the second book in the A Death so Sweet trilogy, Crooked Heart, and coincide with Violent Heart. AKA spoilers, if you haven’t already read about the Night Slayer and her men.

Zoey

What should’ve been just another night at the Dollhouse had turned into something else. I tried not to worry when Carter went out with Lola, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. It was almost like my gut was telling me tonight was not going to be a good night.

Was I jealous that Carter had to spend time with a girl who sounded like she could handle herself around dangerous men? I wanted to say no, but after the shit my sister pulled… that was probably a lie.

A lie I would never divulge to Roman or Carter, because it wasn’t like it would change anything. Being with Lola, pretending to be her talent manager… it was all part of the job for Carter, which I understood. As long as no lines were crossed, I’d be okay. It helped to have Lake during the day, when I wasn’t with Roman or Carter, to soothe my worrying mind.

I sat in the back office of the Dollhouse, leaning forward on the desk. It used to belong to a woman named Autumn, a woman who used to be the manager of this place. Roman had gotten rid of her a while back; I was the one who ran things now, but of course I did so with Roman’s help. Most of the girls here knew why I ran it—because I was Roman’s girl—and they kept their mouths shut when it came to our devilish owner.

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