Page 112 of Violet

“Are you hard?”

“Like you can’t even imagine.”

“Did I do that?”

“Oh, Princess, you’ve been doing that to me since early on. Most of the time I try to control it, but now?” His brown eyes lock on mine. “Now I don’t have to. I’m fucking aching, but I want to see you dance.”

Putting down my drink, I take off my shoes and close my eyes. I turn my back and move awkwardly to the music and slowly start the dance Mikel Petrov taught.

As a teacher he was all about certain movements and then taking those as the basis to create a dance that would never be the same twice, but could be something I could make recognizably mine. I lock onto that in my mind.

On an idea of a man I want to impress, seduce. He’s just an idea, a way in, but somewhere the self-consciousness vanishes. The idea solidifies.

The imaginary man shifts and morphs into Stephan, and then I let the music in, let it take over, and start to really dance.

It’s a wild sensual beat in me that this dance takes me on, and I’m lost in it, bending, twisting, moving to the music, the steps flowing from me, and I’m free.

I lose myself in it, so deep that I’m part of Stephan and apart. I’m the dream, the fantasy I can never be in real life, but the freedom has wingsand?—

“Come here, Princess.”

The soft purring growl is an Alpha’s command.

I stop, and as heat streaks through me, the brush of humiliation, I do as he demands.

It’s not until I look up that I almost stumble.

He’s got his cock in his hand—it’s huge, with a long, veined shaft and pink head—and he’s slowly, lazily pulling it.

“Stephan…”

“Kiss me, Princess.”

Not his Alpha voice, but it’s such a command I can’t help but fold down into it. To give him what he wants.

I get down on my knees and go to kiss his cock, but he stops me. “I meant?—”

But I want to. It’s an overwhelming urge to see what it’s all about to touch, lick, and taste a man, and I put my hands on his thighs and take him into my mouth. He shudders.

He’s salty, slightly sweet, and totallyhim, a rich taste I can’t get enough of. The scent of him is everywhere, invading me. And when I swirl my tongue around the tip, he winds his hand in my hair and thrusts up, his cock hitting my lips.

“Up. Be a good, sweet girl, Princess.”

“But—”

“You’re such a pleaser, Violet, so please me by doing what I say.”

His words are a lightning bolt through me. “I thought?—”

“Later,” he says, tightening his hand in my hair, apleasing pull against my scalp as he urges me up. “I can wait for that. Up here. On my lap.”

He guides me so my legs are on either side of him, and he loosens his hold a little on my hair as he rubs his cock against my pussy.

When he brings me in for a deep, hot kiss, I can’t think. I don’t want to think. Not when feeling is so good. Every single part of me is alive.

Stephan kisses a trail to my ear. “You dance like a fucking dream. An erotic dream elevated by your pristine, princess-like aura.”

Then he takes my mouth again and picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He lays me down and slowly pulls off the balconette bra and my panties until I’m naked before him.

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