Page 10 of Seducer

I had no time to rebut before every light over the main floor faded to black.

“Thank God. A show,” Jacob breathed.

Club Sanity was well known for its showy, lavish, and very kinky shows on special nights. Within seconds, blue lights sparkled all throughout the audience as the music suddenly changed. The song blasting across the surround sound system was one I knewwell. ‘Real Wild Child’ by Christopher Otcasek, made famous by its use in a highly profitable movie in the eighties.

My cock suddenly stiffened, my balls tightening. The last time I’d been at the club months before, the song had been played, the dancer on stage capturing my attention. I was curious if the entertainer would be the same girl. I couldn’t lie that I’d had some dark, wicked fantasies about her.

As the lights shimmered from the rays being shifted across the massive room, I realized I was holding my breath. When was the last time a single woman had grabbed my attention for longer than a few seconds?

“This should be good,” Brant stated while thumping his palm on the table.

I instantly felt jealous, which was a ridiculous emotion. I wasn’t the kind of man who needed to be and I had no clue who the woman had been before and I hadn’t attempted to figure that out.

What the hell was Brant getting at? Okay, so the society was no longer the city’s best kept secret, but the man was chomping at the bit to have me consider the place a useful tool.

A hint of anger rolled through me.

Yet the moment the lights lifted, revealing a sweet surprise, I wondered why I hadn’t pursued the mysterious temptress. I even found myself leaning forward in my chair, the location only feet from the elevated stage. Given my past, I was easily able to drown out all the noise behind me.

Tonight was no exception. Other than the lively music, I could hear nothing else.

The dancer floated across the stage as if she owned the club, completely comfortable in her own skin. Talented, her long legs reflected years of practice. So much about her spurred my desire, yet it wasn’t just the dance itself that maintained my rapt attention.

The mask covering her face in glowing shades of neon, including muted blotches indicating her eyes, nose, and mouth, dragged me into the darkest, most sadistic places in my devious mind. All I could think about was fucking her in the middle of the stage for all the onlookers to bask in and entertain jealousy.

The thought and longing became so strong, my erection grew painful as fuck. She undulated across the stage, dropping onto all fours and tossing her hair from side to side.

“Amazing.” I heard Jacob’s voice from beside me, although it sounded as if in a vacuum. I couldn’t care less what he was saying. All I could think about was this girl belonged to me.

As she began to crawl forward, I suddenly became painfully aware Brant had risen to his feet, inching closer to the stage. The beast I’d learned to harbor close inside of me was incensed. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d yanked him back onto his chair with enough force I almost tossed them both onto the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brant snarled, immediately getting in my face. However, almost instantly he backed down. While only Jacob knew what I was made of, the other two men had figured out I was a dangerous man, ignoring rules, orders, and anything decent.

Brant threw up his hands and adjusted his seat, even tugging on his shirt collar as if feeling suffocated. The man should considerhimself lucky he hadn’t learned how my wrath could alter his life.

“What the fuck, man?” Jacob hissed under his breath as he crowded my space. “We’re just having fun.”

I slowly turned my head in his direction. Instead of cowering in my presence and dark mood like almost everyone did in my life, he burst into laughter and shook his head. “How long has it been since you got laid?”

“Too fucking long.” My admittance didn’t bother me. I had no need to keep score with anyone. My priorities often shifted depending on the situation.

And my ugly mood swings.

Once again, I sat back in my seat, staring at what my instinct screamed was a beautiful woman as she crawled toward the edge of the stage. And toward me. With her long hair continuously swinging and the lights creating a warm glow, the shimmer highlighted her wild strands of fuchsia hair. While obviously a wig, I longed to have the sultry strands fisted in my hand.

The dance continued, the crowd of mostly men going wild. She backed completely off, racing toward a metal pole positioned in the middle of the stage. I remained mesmerized by the way her powerful legs easily maneuvered the slender pole, no use of her arms needed. I envisioned having those legs wrapped around my hips as I drove my cock deep into her sweet little pussy.

I allowed myself to smile as the image almost clouded the moment. It was just another reminder I was a vile man with only seductive, controlling intentions in mind. My needs certainly didn’t bode well for normal relationship activity.

As the crescendo reached a provocative ending, she dropped to the stage once again, her momentum allowing her to slide forward right to the edge of the raised platform.

And within snatching distance.

I considered it for a split second, finally ignoring the vast darkness that had eclipsed my soul decades before. The last thing I needed was additional trouble on my hands. The recent threats were enough.

So I sat back once again in my chair, not allowing myself to engage in my usual possessive behavior.

Even though the mystery woman who left me hard and excited reached for me, her eyes locking with mine. I’d be damned if she wasn’t doing her best to tempt the darkness.

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