Page 44 of Murder & Mayhem

“Out,” he barks, loud enough to be heard over the music. People nearby stop and turn toward him. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Without a second's hesitation, everyone starts moving toward the door, the party spilling out into the parking lot and onto the street. In their haste, the music is left on, and I continue to lazily dance around the pole until only Cain and I are left alone in the room.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” I remark with a smirk, hooking my leg up and doing a fancy spin. His eyes devour me from across the room, following my every move.

“You think I give a shit? I don’t want them looking at you up there.”

I’d roll my eyes at his macho-possessiveness, but his words have my stomach flip-flopping, enjoying the hint of jealousy in his voice. “You do realize I’m a stripper, right? Half of your men have probably seen me on stage at Strip Tease.”

A low growl hisses through his teeth, and his lip curls up in an angry snarl. He waits until he catches my eyes before stating in a tone that rings with indisputable authority and instantly soaks my panties. “In here, you only dance for me.”

Which is precisely what I do. I give the performance my all, feeling sexier than I ever have on stage. The way Cain follows my every move, eating it up, makes me feel like a fucking goddess as I swing around the pole, shaking my ass and swaying my hips. It’s the hottest kind of foreplay I’ve ever engaged in, and by the time the third song comes to an end, I’m practically panting with pure desire.

As I get my feet beneath me once again, I look over at Cain, finding him sitting in his usual chair, with his legs spread wide and his dick in his hand, pumping lazily as he watches me. It breaks the last thread of my resolve, and I step away from the pole, adding an exaggerated sway of my hips with every step I take toward him.

I place my hands on his knees and slide them along his thighs as I step between them, biting down on my bottom lip as my eyes connect with his. I easily fall into his alluring, viridescent gaze as his inked hand wraps around my throat, slowly pulling my face to his.

His teeth sink into my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and making me groan as I wrap my fingers around his length. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he grunts as I begin to work him over, driving him as crazy as his eyes on me did when I was on that stage.

Our kiss grows deeper, dirtier, sloppier until we’re both breathless, surviving only on one another's touch. Eventually, I find the strength to pull back. I continue to pump him lazily while my other hand moves to fist his hair, pulling on the strands until his jaw hardens. “You’ve been using other girls to make me jealous,” I bite out, still angry.

He smirks. “And what do you call that show you and Oliver put on? Don’t tell me that wasn’t for my benefit.”

Narrowing my gaze on him, I change topics. “Why have you been shutting me out?” His lips purse and I tighten my grip on his hair until he hisses in pain. His fingers tighten around my throat in reflex. When he still doesn’t answer, I try a different approach. “Oliver seems to think the three of us could live a nice little harem life.”

His brows lift in surprise. “And what do you think?”

“I think I’d end up killing you, which probably wouldn’t go down too well with Oliver.”

Cain has the audacity to scoff. “Please, you’re too obsessed with my dick to kill me.”

I send him a warning glare. “I think I could never be in a relationship with someone who so easily fucks other girls.”

Yet another infuriating scoff passes his lips. “Who says I’ve been fucking anyone?”

I quirk a brow. “All the women you disappear with every time I’m here.”

His smug smirk is infuriating, but I don’t move away from his reach as his fingers slowly trail along my inner thigh, dipping beneath the fabric of my shorts until he’s stroking the thin, damp fabric of my panties. He takes a long moment, watching me closely as he strokes back and forth, his touch nothing more than a tease. “I think I like the look of jealousy on you, but I didn’t sleep with any of them.”

Now it’s my turn to scoff, even if it does come out a bit strangled as he presses down on my clit. “Right, of course you didn’t. You took them back to your room to play Mahjong.”

His hand on my throat tightens, and it’s not a reflex this time. “I’ll admit a few of them gave me blow jobs.” My nostrils flare, and his gaze dips to my lips. “And the entire time, all I could picture was your smart mouth wrapped around me, sucking me off.” He trails off before returning his intense green eyes to mine. “But the only person I’ve been fucking is you.”

I can’t do anything but stare at him, tossing his words over in my head. There’s no way that can be true. Can it? He must see the skepticism on my face as he huffs out a frustrated breath. “I don’t go around fucking girls without condoms.” My lips part to protest, but he crashes right over the top of me. “Except for you. That first time… Admittedly, I wasn’t thinking straight, and it was stupid of me.”

“And the second time?”

He shrugs. “I knew we both got clean test results and that you were only fucking Oliver.”

I quirk a brow and snap out, “So, you just figured, well, you’d already done it once without a condom, so why not do it again?”

“No,” he growls, sounding frustrated. His fingers slip beneath my lace panties, and even with the restricting fabric of my shorts, he sinks into me with ease. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking goodthisfelt wrapped around me.” Slowly, he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “I wanted it again. Ineededit. I knew no other woman could compare.”

My breaths are unsteady, but I manage to say, “But why have you been pushing me away then?”

He sighs but doesn’t stop with his ministrations. “Because I’m fucked up.” It’s not really a reason, but I can see the honesty in his eyes, so I don’t push for more.

“Are you going to stop pushing me away?”

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