His Stripper – Dance For Me Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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He wraps his arms around me and pulls me even closer into his chest. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time overcomes me. I feel safe. He is so warm, so comfortable, so protective, and I could get lost in this feeling.

I don’t know how long we stand there like this, but it feels like a very long time. I’m not an expert on hugs, but I think we’ve been doing this much longer than any normal hug would last. How do you end a hug again? Is one of us supposed to pull away?

The moment is interrupted when Myles’s phone starts ringing. I can feel the vibration on my leg, reminding me how closely I’m pulled to his body. When we finally break apart, my cheeks feel like they are on fire from the sexy smile he gives me while taking his phone out.

A frown pulls on his very kissable lips. “I have to leave for a few hours. Why don’t you order some Chinese and watch a movie or something?”

“Oh, okay.” I don’t even try to hide my disappointment. I’m dying to ask where he is running off to, but something tells me he wouldn’t tell me anyway.

“Don’t wait up,” he calls right before rushing out of the door.

As soon as he is gone, the space feels empty, and I feel terribly alone.

10

Myles

I’ve been lying in my bed for over an hour, and I’m still wide awake. Ace had me handle some things for him that needed to be dealt with right away. The good news is, I had the chance to let some of my pent-up aggression out. The bad news, my knuckles fucking hurt now.

Even with me being spent, I can’t seem to get a lick of sleep.

Knowing that Hazel is lying in bed behind that wall won’t let me find rest. I wonder what she is wearing. Maybe she sleeps naked. My cock stirs at the thought. Yes, she is probably naked, the blanket loosely covering half of her body, her full tits playing peekaboo.

I could go over there now, maybe just sneak a peek inside. Just one look. Before I know it, my dick is so hard, my blanket is throwing a two-person tent, and I find my hand wrapping around my length, desperate to release my aching balls.

My eyes fly back open when I hear the knock on my door. It’s so soft, I think I might have imagined it, but then the door creaks open, and the soft light from the hallway filters in. Hazel’s outline comes into view, and the light in the back makes it look like she is glowing like the fucking angel she is.

“Everything okay?” I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I expected. I clear my throat and sit up a little. Remembering what she did the last time she snuck in here has my cock growing even harder.

“Ah…I…” She stumbles over the words. “I-I don’t know why I came over here. I… can’t sleep. I’m sorry. This is stupid. I’m going back to my room.”

“No, stay,” I almost yell at her, then offer softly, “I can’t sleep either. Want to lie down with me? We could talk.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Talk? I want to fuck her six ways to Sunday.

She stands in the doorway for another minute before getting the courage to step into the room and close the door behind her. The only light comes from the soft glow through the window from the moon and the stars, but it’s enough to help her find her way around the room.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I can go back to my bed.”

“No, I want you here,” I admit.

“Okay,” she whispers and crawls into bed next to me.

I lift the blanket for her, and she slips right beneath it. She leaves some space between us, but I can still feel her body heat. We turn onto our sides to face each other. I’m naked except for a pair of boxers, and knowing that not much separates us has every one of my nerve endings tingling.

“Where did you go?” she asks like she is genuinely curious.

“Just had to do something for my brother.”

Trying to keep her from asking another question, I reach for her slowly, cradling her face in my palm. I’m glad for the dim light, so she can’t see my fucked-up knuckles right now.

Would she let me touch her if she knew I killed someone with these hands mere hours ago?

She leans into my touch, rubbing her face onto my hand like a kitten, and that’s when my restraint breaks. I release her face and grab her hips with both of my hands to pull her closer. She gasps quietly but doesn’t push me away.

Pulling her into my chest, I wrap my arms around her and tuck her close, letting her feel how hard I am for her. She is stiff at first but relaxes into my hold after just a short moment.


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