Page 93 of A Dark Duet

He gets close and we are eye to eye, squaring off. “Or what?”

“I will break your fucking face, you pathetic piece of shit. Do you think she would even let you touch her if it weren’t because you offered her money or something she desperately needed? She wouldn’t let you touch her. Stop using her to replace your dead wife.”

“You mention my dead wife again and I will end you.”

I give him a sarcastic smirk. “Struck a nerve, huh? Do you think she would want to be with you knowing she lives in the shadow of your dead wife? I don’t know about you but that’s fucked up. Then you are declaring that you have fallen for Briana. Mentioning your wife was never to insult her memory but to point out the fact that you are using my girl for your selfish replacement. A body to fill the void. If you care about her in the true sense, and not trying to fix a girl with a broken soul for your own selfishness, then let her go. If you want the money back, you know I’m good for it but leave her alone. She is not for you, and she doesn’t deserve to be used.”

“I’m not using her.” I push myself off his desk and out of his face.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Stay away from her, Ethan, or I’ll make good on my promise and rearrange your fucking face,” I warn him, walking toward the elevator and pushing the button.

Briana

“Are you ready for your set?” Marcus asks.

“Yes, Marcus. I’m ready.”

“The MMA fighter you had the lap dance with last week is out front at the same table with one other guest. He paid the membership fee. I just wanted to let you know. I’m sorry I couldn’t refuse him because of other circumstances. I’m sorry.” I take a deep breath. Great, I tell myself. I know what circumstances he is talking about. The Mafia kind. Jaden pulled his rank and stance with his underground associates.

“Thank you, Marcus. I understand.”

“Do you know him personally?”

Straightening the robe and leaning against the wall behind the stage, ready to be introduced on the floor, I look up at Marcus and say, “He is my ex-boyfriend. If you want to call it that. He ended our relationship right before he decided to go pro. I didn’t fit in his future”—I make quotations with my fingers—“that’s how I ended up back where I started.”

His face falls and it’s replaced with a frown. I shrug my shoulders and then he gives me a smirk. “Then I guess you should give him a show.”

I give him a grin. “Yeah, maybe I should. Make ‘The Destroyer’ uncomfortable.”

“More like hard as fuck, honey,” Susy, one of the other dancers says, overhearing our conversation.

I snort. “More like pissed off. He can get a little temperamental,” I tell her.

“Sit in his lap and give them all a show,” she says, giving me a wink.

“Maybe I will. Fuck him.”

Marcus chuckles. “Serves him right. He will never expect it in a place like this.”

“Make sure you make him really hard. I can’t wait to see it,” Susy says.

The sound of the DJ introducing me through the loudspeakers is my cue to head out on stage. “Equinox brings you their own queen of darkness, Coco.”

When I take a peek through the curtain, I see Jaden is seated with Brian. The poor guy is going to have a heart attack. I was going to just dance my normal routine but fuck it. Maybe it will piss him off and he will go away.

Removing my robe, wearing the skimpiest lingerie with wicked little red bows and black mesh, the song “Fucked My Way to the Top” by Lana del Ray begins to play, and I walk leisurely to the middle pole. When I grip the cold metal, I move my body, circling the pole and moving into a superman move before landing on my feet.

Walking down the makeshift runway toward the farthest pole at the end of the stage like a supermodel in a fashion show, the music begins to pick up in tempo and I drop to my knees to the beat of the song and lie on the floor near Jaden’s table with my legs open in a straddleVpose with the pole between my thighs, blocking the view of my covered sex.

My eyes find his and his gaze is full of lust trained on the mesh covering my pussy. Brian’s eyes widen when I begin to climb the pole to the top and then invert my body with my legs open as wide as they can go. Jaden’s gaze never leaves my body’s movements. He watches me intently, like everyone else seated in the club. The song changes to “Cola” by Lana del Ray and I slide down the pole slowly until my black platform heels hit the shiny black stage.

Giving Jaden a smirk, he raises his brow at the lyrics of the song. His eyes narrow when I slide down the stage. It is not customary for me to be on the floor with anyone so some of the regulars have their mouths open in shock. The straps of my bra are loose, and I slide them down slowly, making my way to where Jaden sits with his legs slightly parted, wearing black jeans and a simple white T-shirt with his bulging biceps making my mouth water. He looks around, not believing I’m walking toward him with my breasts pushed up, making my nipples almost visible from the lining of the mesh. I notice his chest rising and falling while his gaze caresses my almost naked form.

Standing in front of him, he looks up and I straddle him on the chair. My hands slide over his shirt, feeling his muscled chest with my fingers. His muscles are hard like steel and my hands and fingers slide up to his neck. He glances at my breasts straining painfully against the see-through mesh of the teddy as the song changes to a slow tempo. “Renegade” by Aaryan Shah plays and with each lyric, I grind my pussy on the erection that is currently straining in his jeans. His hands find my waist, holding me steady as I arch my back, jutting my breasts painfully close to his face.

He places his face between my breasts and my hands slide into the short strands of his hair. My pussy grinds on his cock over his jeans and his gray eyes turn black as night as he looks up at me and I lick my bottom lip and his hold tightens.

He mouths “beautiful” silently with his lips. My head lowers, my lips hovering an inch over his and I breathe in his exotic cologne. Catcalls and whistles can be heard in the background. His eyes turn dark and molten, full of lust, but he knows the message I am sending him. You can want me, but you can’t have me.

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