Page 126 of Vow to Hate You

If we stayed here, his fortune would only build with Club Facade. I was the one who wanted a fresh start.

The women around me started cheering when two masked men sauntered over—one of them being my husband. I remained leaning back against the cushion until he crouched down, grabbing my arm before throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek, giggling as he carried me toward the stage. His hand slid higher up my thighs, over my tight jeans as he held me in place. He climbed the steps as I braced my palms on his back.

Once we were in the center of the stage, he flipped me over, dumping me into a chair. The beat of the song changed as Damian climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. His smoothdance moves flowed perfectly to the music. He grinded on me, keeping one hand on the back of the chair behind my shoulder.

My heart raced, heat swirling through my veins when he brushed his lips along my throat before nipping at my ear.

“You trust me, Talie?” he murmured.

“Always.”

He pulled back, shooting me a wicked smirk. I watched him curiously as he slid off me. Reaching around, he grabbed the back of the chair, a cry escaping me when he lifted me and the seat into the air. The music and cheers were deafening, and my palms fell on his shoulders. He met my gaze, his eyes gleaming with heat.

He leaned the chair forward toward him, and a moment later, there was nothing beneath me when he let it drop. He caught me with ease, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as the chair clattered to the floor, landing on all four legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started moving his hips, dancing slowly as we sank lower. My back hit the smooth wood of the stage floor as he laid me down.

My arms fell from his neck as he perched on his knees between my spread legs, staring down at me. His eyes fell to my bare stomach where my shirt had risen up. He bit his lip, his gaze growing hungry as he lowered his head. I squirmed under him when he kissed me right above the waistband of my jeans.

He was still swaying his hips even as he trailed his tongue higher up my stomach. My body flooded with pleasure, and I panted out breaths when his hands landed on my ribs. He climbed on top of me, his body heat seeping through my clothes. He snaked one arm higher, fisting my hair, tipping my head back.

He settled between my thighs, rubbing against my jeans in a way that had my pussy throbbing. He kissed my throat before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck, Talie,” he rasped in my ear. “I can’t do the rest of the show with a raging hard-on.”

I giggled breathlessly. “No? I’m not even trying to tease you this time. You have to finish the show.”

His chuckle shot a shiver down my spine. “You really think I planned to spend my entire night on this stage when my wife is here, looking delicious enough to eat? I want to fuck you on my desk one last time before we leave.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before he stood up, pulling me with him. This time he swept me up bridal style. I glanced around to see dancers still with other women as Damian carried me off the stage. He strode between two of the rows, acting like he was taking me back to my seat until darkness engulfed us.

“Aren’t the rest of the dances going to be messed up if you’re not there?” I questioned in a teasing voice. “Maybe you should go back out there. I can take care of myself while I wait?—”

“This was planned. I wasn’t going to finish the show,” he interrupted me, turning slightly to push open a door without putting me down. “I’d rather be bending you over my desk, making you scream until your voice is hoarse.”

“Damian,” a voice called as footsteps drew closer. “She’s here.”

With a grumbled curse, Damian set me down when Kal halted in front of us. He pulled off his mask, running a hand through his messy hair. Kal gave me a respectful nod as I slipped my mask off.

“She’s waiting to talk to you,” Kal said, handing Damian a white t-shirt. “Apparently, she has an early flight tomorrow and can’t stay the entire show.”

“She?” I asked, shifting on my heeled boots.

From the way Damian arched his eyebrow at me, my one worded question wasn’t as casual as I thought. With a smalllaugh, he tossed Kal his mask before grabbing my hand, interlocking our fingers.

“Come on, my jealous wife.” He led me down the hall where employees were rushing around, getting ready for the second half of the show. “Apparently, you still need a lesson.”

“A lesson in what?”

“To learn that I’m utterly and completely fucking weak for you. There’s no reason for you to ever feel jealous. Because I’m all yours.”

I stared at him, my chest going tight as my stomach fluttered. “I’m yours too.”

He pulled me closer, kissing me on the cheek. “Good.”

“Damian. This is quite a place you have here.”

I raised my eyes to see Georgia standing near one of the stage exits. She looked as put together as she did every time I saw her. Her black pantsuit portrayed her as the business powerhouse she was. Her hair was pulled in a bun, her impeccable makeup enhancing her beautiful features. Her brown eyes fell on me, and she smiled.

“Georgia,” I said, returning her smile as I snuck a look at my husband. “I didn’t know Damian told you about his club.”

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