Page 230 of Never Fall for an Angel

“So fucking good,” he says as he watches me. I run my hands over my stomach, twisting to slowly sink down to my knees. His breathing is tight and heavy as I follow the movements of the music.

Dancing for Christian may as well be sex. Raw, uninhibited sex.

I arch my back, bending over for him, and he hisses out a breath through his teeth that goes straight to my pussy.

Between his legs, my hands slip up his stomach, over the hard plains of his abs to his shoulders. I climb into his lap, my legs on either side of his and his erection against my pussy.

“Maybe I’ll keep you like this. Climb on top of the table and touch myself. Keep you here wanting and watching.” I tease, slipping my fingers back down, delighted in the feel of his muscles rippling under my touch. “You’ve been avoiding me. Hiding from me,” I whisper, a devilish smile pulling on my lips. “Iwasgoing to ask you if you’d give me something, but now I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“Mmm . . .” he hums, his tongue running over his teeth. “You can try. I promise you won’t like the outcome.”

My lips hover over his, our shallow breaths mingling in the space between us.

“Maybe I want you to fuck my ass,” I breathe, voice drawn tight over the lump in my throat. His eyes go blacker than night. “Maybe I want you to replace his touch with your own. Show me how good you can make it feel and chase away my nightmares.”

“You’ve got one minute before I’m breaking this chair. Then I’m breaking you.”

My pussy clenches at his words, but the heavy weight of his stare is intoxicating. I place my hands on his shoulders, lighting trailing my nails up his neck while I roll my hips. I arch my back, and when my panties brush up against his cock, he lets out a growl between his teeth.

“That what you want? Want me to show you that every piece of you belongs to me? That you were made to take my cock andmine alone and that anyone else who touched you was nothing more than a thief trying to steal from me?”

The hard notch in his jeans presses against the silk covering the apex of my thighs, and I bite back a whimper at the friction of his erection digging into me.

“Do you think I’d make a good dancer?”

“No.” His voice is raspy, his eyes moving from my nipples pressing against my top to my pussy before he finally meets my eyes. “Hard to be a dancer if all your customers keep coming up missing.”

He rolls his hips up, the brush of his cock against my clit, causing my head to fall back with a quiet whimper.

“That want you want, baby? Want to see me gut any man who dares to see you like this? Fuck your ass in front of them, so they know it’smycock you beg for?”

“Would you?” I taunt, shifting and drawing a sharp sound of lust from between his clenched teeth. “Would you defend my honor, baby?”

“Honor? Fuck, no. I’ll take it. Tie you to the bed and fuck your sweet cunt until there’s no fucking doubt in your mind who you belong to.” The thick bands of his arms flex, the chair creaking under the strain. “Your moans, your breathless little whimpers, the way you cry my name like you’re calling out for God—it all belongs to me.”

A shiver rolls through me at his words. A fever blooms from where we’re grinding against each other ruthlessly. I’m not even sure this really counts as a lap dance anymore. His hips jerk underneath me, and I realize there’s not a thing I could do to keep this man still.

“No one will ever make you feel the way I do,” he says tightly. I hardly even recognize his voice. “You can run—I’ll find you. You can hide—It won’t matter.” His tongue darts out, rimming theshell of my ear, and I moan at the tingles slipping up my spine, my eyes screwing shut, and my nails digging into the back of his neck. “At the end of the day, you’ll still end up right here, riding my cock like a good little wife.”

“Christian . . .” I whimper. Perspiration clings to my skin, my body shivering with the need to feel him inside me.

“You have five seconds to undo these cuffs, Mila.” His voice is calm in my ear. Deadly.

I pull back, brushing the hair out of my face. To the outside world, he would appear unbothered. Maybe a little pissed off. To me, though, I can see the vein bulging in his forehead. The way his abs are drawn tight. The way his eyes are darker than the Marianna Trench.

God, he looks terrifying. Hauntingly handsome but terrifying.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I knew handcuffing him to the chair would piss him off. I knew he would strike like a venomous snake. I just didn’t know how.

Now that the time has come to pay the piper, I’m finding I’m not sure if I can handle Christian Cross truly unhinged.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, right?” The soft, gentle way he says it makes me think there isdefinitelysomething to be afraid of. “You’ve got one of the most dangerous men in the world willing to fall to his knees for you.”

Three seconds pass where everything seems to hang in the balance of chaos and calm. I count them with my racing heartbeat as the world seems to move in slow motion.

“Last chance, Mila.”

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