Page 64 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“Would you like a striptease, sir?” I ask titling my head.

“Not now.” he breathes slowly.

I unzip my dress, shimmying it down my waist until it falls on the floor.

“And the underwear,” he says staring at me, like a wolf observing its prey.

“Now walk to the bedroom,” he commands.

I walk feeling his heat behind me.

“You’ve been very, very bad,” he says, pushing me forward by my shoulder blades.

I allow him to push me back onto the bed.

I needed to end him and after this, I would. Whilst he laid in his postcoital sleep, I would take the knife and drive it into his jugular.

He kneels on the bed and lowers himself down on top of me. He pulls a finger down my slit and rubs my clit. I arch my back. One last time. One last time. And I’d end him. Spiders eat their mates after sex. I could do the same.

“Hmm...” he breathes into my ear. “You’re ready for me.” He pushes my legs apart. With one quick motion, he pushes into me, filling me to my absolute limit.

“Tell me you like it,” he says.

I say nothing as he pulls my hair back and thrusts into me harder. “Tell me,” he demands.

“I like it… I like it.”

“Sir,” he demands.

“I like it, sir,” I repeat.

He buries his face in my hair. “You feel unbelievably good.”

He begins to pound into being taking his thumb to my clit rubbing it in circles as I try to stop what’s building inside me, reminding myself over and over again that I would kill him afterwards.

I was going to right Harriet’s murder and the men shot on the boat. I will make all of this right. I tell myself as I explode all over him and he backs off. “I’m in love with that feeling,” he whispers into my ear as he unravels.

He drapes his arms around me and kisses me on the nose.

“I promise I have more stamina normally. I just…I waited, and you felt so good.”

“I’m tired,” I say rolling on my tummy.

“Me too,” he says, spooning me.

“Your skin is so soft, so beautiful.” he says, nuzzling my shoulder. “I’m the luckiest man on earth.”

I wait in the pitch black darkness of his room for him to enter a deep sleep. As he holds me, his breathing slows. I tiptoe to his kitchen and take the knife, but as I do an alarm goes off. I push the knife back and tiptoe back to the bed to find Liam sitting bolt upright.

“It’s a fire alarm. We better go outside.”

Outside, the black-blue sky is dotted with a smattering of stars.

Freddie is there with Tanya. Both are wearing fluffy white robes.

I want to scream at Tanya to run as far and as fast as she can.

“Tanya lit a candle, and it made one of the curtains go up in flames,” says Freddie tightening his robe.

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