Page 69 of The Capo

“Not yet. I want to see what you can do.”

As she backed off my lap, I took a deep breath, crossing one leg over the other. There were at least two hundred people on the dance floor, but she made her own space, twirling in a full circle and blowing me a kiss.

I refused to take my eyes off her, never blinking as she closed her eyes, drinking in the sultry drumbeat of the near-tribal music. Strobe lights began to flash as the song picked up in intensity and she tossed her hair back and forth as she began to gyrate in time to the heady beat.

Everything about the moment and the woman was mesmerizing, so much so I realized I was holding my breath. She turned and dropped down lower, placing her hands on her bent knees, giving me the kind of seductive look that would turn any man into ash or stone depending on the moment.

She knew every move she made was going to draw me further into her web. Before the song was halfway complete, the DJ moved into a second, the beat even more powerful. The lights were switched, the reddish hue casting an entirely different shimmer over her, highlighting her grace as well as her beauty.

The waitress placed the drinks in front of me on the small table and I leaned forward, planting my elbows on my knees as Icontinued to watch my beautiful doll. Delaney inched closer, so much so that I could reach out and grab her if I wanted.

After taking several sips of my drink, I pushed it away, concentrating on watching her. It was as if I was seeing one of my pieces of art come to life. She had no idea what thoughts were racing through my head. Bodies were already overheating, sexual innuendoes turning into seduction on the dance floor in every direction, every angle.

When she was suddenly invited to join a couple in their moments of dancing passion, she turned her head in my direction. The moment the man reached out to her, I overreacted, but the possessive man inside of me and my dick were doing all the thinking. I lunged toward the dance floor, shaking my head as I pulled her away.

Instead of acting angry, she shuddered visibly, gyrating closer to me, cupping one side of my face with one hand as she pressed the other against my chest. The way she clawed my shirt, pulling me as close as possible was far too damning. I wasn’t going to be able to make it out of here without fucking her.

We danced for several minutes, and it was easy to enjoy the way she was attempting to seduce me further. She swished her hips back and forth, shimmying all the way to the floor. When she threw her head back, licking her bottom lip, I was forced to suck in and hold my breath. Every action was in slow motion as she slowly rose to her feet.

I slipped my arm around her back, throwing her into a deep arc, her hair dangling down several feet. The scent of her desire was more powerful than before, an aphrodisiac that knew no bounds. She was completely trusting of me at that point. I could feel it. Icould also sense her building need, something that would soon push me to the point of losing all control.

When I brought her up with a hard jerk, she brushed her fingers down my cheek, allowing her heated gaze to trail behind her fingers as she rolled them down my chest, toying with my leather belt. A sly smirk appearing on her face, she continued further until I grabbed her hand, pulling her knuckles to my lips.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her words somehow managing to filter into my ears.

“Nothing, except you’re not sitting on my lap.” I pulled her back to the couch, my patience all but blown. I allowed her to pull away, watching in continued amusement as she tried her best not to highlight the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. My cock twitched from catching a quick glance at her glistening pussy lips.

As she took a sip of her drink, she glanced around the crowded space, shaking her head. The various lewd acts were more intense than they’d been only minutes before, as if the pull of the full moon at midnight had brought out their animalistic tendencies.

After placing her glass on the table, she moved in front of me, her chest rising and falling as she peered down.

I threw my arms over the back of the couch, curious as to what she would do.

After biting her lower lip, she bent over, taking her time to unfasten my belt. This was daring for the innocent flower, but I had to admit, exciting as hell.

The moment she was able to unfasten my trousers, freeing my cock, she lifted her head, obviously curious as to what I’d do. At that moment, nothing would have prevented me from fucking her. Or in this case, from pulling her down on top of me. It was as if my cock had a mind of its own, easily finding her sweet pussy and tight channel.

“Oh, God,” she mewed, clamping her knees against my thighs and throwing her head back.

I eased one strap of her dress down her arm then the other, exposing her full breasts. As soon as I lowered my head, capturing one of her nipples between my lips, she wrapped her arms around my head, holding me close.

The sound of her heavy breathing, the feeling of her rapidly beating heart was almost as intoxicating as the moment itself. I bit down on her tender flesh, reveling in the sharp cries she issued. She kept her arms in place, bucking against me slowly until my cock was fully seated inside.

The thought of being able to stay away from her was now long gone. It would never return. As I sucked on one nipple, rolling my lips to her other breast, she picked up her rhythm. If she was embarrassed that at any time at least five hundred people could see we were fucking, it wasn’t apparent. She seemed entirely comfortable in her space, moaning loudly enough so I was able to hear her.

Every sound she made pulled on the primal beast inside of me, our actions becoming more carnal in nature. When she finally released her hold on my head, she laughed softly, tossing her hair back and forth. No woman had ever sparked such electricity. Not one. Including the bitch I’d tried to forget.

I was floored by how the beat of the music managed to match the rapid thudding of my heart. The lights had dimmed, flashing sparkles of neon almost the only thing illuminating the spacious room. The heated bodies were now everywhere, the sounds of savage activities tossing gasoline on the fire we had exploding between us.

I dropped my hands to her hips, retrieving full control. When she tossed her arms over my shoulders, the look in her eyes darkened to the point I almost didn’t recognize them. She bucked wildly, moving up and down, laughing softly as if the entire experience was fulfilling a fantasy.

Perhaps I’d do just that, requiring her to disclose every one of them, which I would fulfill but in my way. My dark way. The feisty woman didn’t seem to understand she was in the hands of a controlling man who’d never let her go.

Or maybe she just didn’t care.

Either way, I was too far gone to think it through.

Her breathing more ragged, as I slipped one hand under her dress, she cocked her head. There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to rip off her dress, exposing her to the entire club, but I couldn’t do it. She was mine, all mine. Yet we had an audience, hungry men and women watching us. When a couple moved closer, using one arm of the couch as a prop, she lifted her head, studying them intently.

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