Page 9 of My Brutal Valentines

“Nice try there, babe. But you’re not getting off the hook that easily.” I grab his jaw and smash his lips to mine, my kisses turning feral, biting and nipping at every bit of flesh I can get my hands on. I suck down his neck, marking, claiming him for the whole fucking world to see as if my ring tattooed on his left hand wasn’t enough.

There could be a glowing fucking sign above his head, flashing that he belongs to me all hours of the day, and not even that would be enough.

“On your knees,” I order.

Without hesitation, he drops to the floor, unhooking my jeans and freeing my cock in a second. His hot mouth wraps around my length, but it’s still not enough.

Grabbing his arm, I haul him to his knees and smash our lips together. His tongue swipes into my mouth, and I do the same, tasting all of him. I groan as the ache of jealousy begins to falter the more his hands roam my body.

Breaking our kiss, I open the door beside us. Dimmed red lighting floods the room, highlighting the stage with a pole on it. I navigate the panel on the wall to look up a specific song, knowing exactly what I want to show my man tonight.

He knows I used to strip, but I banned him and Alexi from ever coming to watch. At first, it was because I was embarrassed. Then when my father had me managing the stripping scene for drug funneling, I just didn’t want them to see that side of me.

Now, though… Now, I want him to see how subpar that performance out there was. I can handle a lot of things when itcomes to my relationship, but I finally got the man I pined after for half of my life. There is no way in fuck he is ever allowed to watch another man like that.

Pressing on the playlist I want, I direct Lev to the chair that sits at the edge of the small stage.

“Sit,” I demand. His eyes flash as he flops back into the seat, crossing one leg over the other.

Making my way up to the stage as the music begins to fill the room, I wink at my man. If I thought his eyes were glued to our new performer, then whatever I’m about to do now might make them bug out of his head.

Astonishment spreads across his face as I start off the dance to the song “Or Nah” by Ty and The Weeknd.

I rotate my hips as the song starts, leaning back on the pole while I move. My hand grips tightly over my head to give me better leverage. Just as The Weeknd starts singing, I tear off my shirt and throw it to the side. Lev’s heated gaze meets mine, not breaking eye contact as I unzip my pants in a move that screams I’ve had way too much practice.

Still got it, fuckers.

As the music starts to build, I pull myself onto the pole, showing Lev just how much of an amateur our new dancer is. I might have muscle now, but I’m hella flexible, and I only prove that by swinging and bending around the pole in ways half of our dancers could only dream of.

This used to be my cardio on the weekends after the club closed. It was so rare that I could get to the gym while working the clubs. So after they closed, I would use the stage.

I land on my knees before standing to remove my pants. Once I’m in only my tight black boxers, I get on all fours and work backward on the stage, swaying my ass in front of Lev. When I turn to see his reaction, his jaw is practically in his lap, a little drool spilling free.

The song changes to “Swim” by Chase Atlantic. I make my way down, prowling until I am right in front of Lev. My hands go to the back of the chair, caging him in as I begin to grind into him. His legs spread wide, leaving room for our cocks to rub together separated only by fabric. He’s even harder than I am, which is saying something.

The red lights in the room fade in and out with the beat, only adding to the mood as I watch the shadows roam over Lev’s face. It intensifies the look of pleasure in a way that can only be described as transcendent.

I can feel his piercing rub against me through his thin dress pants, and I let out a sigh of pleasure as I crawl into his lap, grinding all over him. My ass strokes his cock while his hand slips in my boxers, those long fingers curling around my length and making me tilt my head back in ecstasy.

I remove my hair tie and let my strands fall around us like a curtain, closing us in from the outside world. His eyes meet mine while he pumps my length, and I melt for him. His scent wraps around us, invading every thought inside my mind until I forget that he was just looking at another man. At this moment, it is all too clear that he only has eyes for me.

That’s when he grins up at me, and I have a strong feeling I just fell straight into his little trap.

Chapter 3

I tried so hard not to give it away, I really did. But the hurt look in Damien’s eyes was enough to have me cracking.

I had less than zero interest in what our new performer was doing on the stage, but I’ve been asking Damien to strip for me for weeks now, but he’s been refusing.

Therefore, when I saw a way to make him jealous so that I could see what his hot as fuck body could do, I just couldn’t pass it up. I was happily chatting with the new bartenders, teaching them how to mix a drink from Laney, when I saw him come up from what is, for legal purposes, our supply area.

I told the people behind the bar my plan. So, the second we saw Damien, they set me up with a half cup of a mixed drink and blocked him from seeing me until the stage had been set.

I’m not going to lie, I was impressed with the split move the man pulled off, but nothing made it more worth it than when Damien growled ‘eyes on me’ the second he caught me looking.

I swear pre-cum is currently sticking to the inside of my boxers because of those possessive words and his heated stare. I have never seen him more determined than he looked as he threw me up against the wall outside the room a minute later.

I knew what he was planning, and I was so ready for it. Which is why I gave a subpar blow job in the hallway. I was dying to see his performance, and he most definitely delivered.

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