Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I settle on a barely-there red satin teddy trimmed with white fur, complete with a Santa hat perched jauntily on my head.
As I shimmy into the outfit, I can't help but imagine the look on Viper's face when he sees me.
The hunger in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the way his hands will clench at his sides as he fights the urge to touch me.
I feel a thrill of power rush through me at the thought of bringing a man like him to his knees.
I finish getting ready in record time, then head out to take my place backstage.
I can hear the pounding bass of the music, the drunken cheers of the crowd, and I know that Viper is out there somewhere, waiting for me.
Waiting for me to blow his mind.
The other girls file past me, taking their places on stage as their songs start up.
I take a deep breath, bouncing on my toes to keep my energy up.
My heart is pounding in my chest, but it's not from nerves.
It's from pure, unadulterated excitement.
Finally, it's my turn. I hear my music start up, a sexy, throbbing beat that seems to match the rhythm of my own pulse.
I step out onto the stage, the bright lights momentarily blinding me.
But then my eyes adjust, and I see him.
Viper.
He's sitting at his usual table near the front, his dark eyes locked onto me as I start to move.
I can feel the heat of his gaze like a physical caress, and it only fuels the fire already burning inside me.
I writhe and spin to the music, my hips undulating in a sensual rhythm as I work the pole like a pro.
The other men in the audience fade away until it's just me and him, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
I tease him mercilessly, coming close enough for him to touch before dancing away again, a wicked smile playing at my lips.
I can see the muscle ticking in his jaw, the way his fingers flex like he's imagining them wrapped around my waist.
And still I dance, lost in the music and the heat of his gaze, knowing that I have him right where I want him.
By the time my set is over, we're both wound tight as a coiled spring, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
I give him one last smoldering look before sauntering offstage, my hips swaying with each step.
I head straight for one of the private suites, my body thrumming with arousal and anticipation.
I know he'll follow me.
He won't be able to help himself after I just flaunted my body in front of at least two hundred men.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Viper
Iris practically ran off stage after her performance.
Why?
Because she was a very, very naughty girl.
She knows I don't want anyone ogling her the way I do.
I don't want any other men grabbing their dick at night thinking about what belongs to me.
I throw open the doors to each and every private suite until I find the one she's in.
She's nervous, but excited, and so am I.
"You're playing with fire, little girl," I hiss, stalking toward her like a predator eyeing my prey.
"Do you really think I don't want to burn?," she whispers sassily..
After her performance, I can understand her sudden boost of confidence.
"Mmm, I'll bend you over and take it out on your perfect ass later. I've got a surprise for you and you won't ruin it," I smile.
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You do?"
"Yes. Come and see," I smile, taking her hand and leading her into a seperate private room.
It's decked out in red roses and candles, and it's exactly how I wanted it.
"Oh, my God. This is unbelievable," she whispers.
"And the gift," I smirk, lifting a bag from the dresser. "I want you to put this on for me, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you tonight. I want to show you just how proud. Okay?"
"Sure. Sure. Okay," she nods, taking the bag and disappearing into the bathroom. "But you're not mad?"
"Good girl," I whisper. "I'm aggravated you did something you know I don't want you to do, but that's fine, it'll just give me a bigger reason to fuck you as hard as I can."
The truth is, I'm nervous with excitement.
This is a big moment for me.
I know that if we do this, there's no going back.
But there's also no way in hell I'm stopping.
"Ready," she calls from the bathroom, and I walk over, opening the door.
"Holy shit," I hiss.
"Do you like it?" she asks, her voice small, uncertain.
"Yes. Yes, I like it," I whisper, staring at her.
She's wearing the lingerie set I bought her the other day, and the black lace makes her look so fucking sexy that it's almost too much.
I flatten her back against the wall, my hands cupping her tits.
"Viper. Wait," she hisses, and her nipples pebble as I squeeze.