Ruthless King

“Sweetie, you know I pad when I’m on stage.” Dan put his hand on his hip, cocking it as he grinned at her. “I can help with moves and your stage presence too.”

“What if someone sees me? It’s not that I think there’s anything wrong with stripping, but . . . my job . . . if Margaret found out, she’d do everything she could to get me fired. And then there’s my mother. She wouldn’t understand, either. She can be very conservative.”

“Anne needs to relax a bit,” Mrs. Yards said. “Get her knickers untwisted.”

“A mystery dancer.” Sasha snapped her fingers. “I think I could get my boss to go for it.”

“Really? I thought your boss was a complete sleaze and jerk,” Jilly said.

“Oh, not Carlos. He disappeared. There are some rumors that he pissed off the wrong people and they killed him. His nephew has taken over. He’s only been in charge a few weeks but already things have improved. Santé actually hired bouncers who take care of us, rather than forcing . . . you know what? I reckon he’ll go for it.”

Forcing? Had someone been forcing Sasha to do things she didn’t want to do? Jilly stared at her friend. “Are you all right?”

Sasha smiled. It didn’t really reach her eyes, though.

“I’m fine. And I swear, I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t think you would be safe. Santé really does make sure we’re safe and I think he’ll dig the idea of a mysterious dancer. Someone people can look at but not touch. Although the tips won’t be as good, it will take you longer to pay off all these bills. Lap dances are where the money is at.”

“I don’t think I could handle lap dances.”

She wasn’t sure she could handle any of this. She already felt like she might throw up and they were only talking about it.

“Yeah, I figured.”

A secret disguise. Dancing. Stripping. It was all crazy.

“I can’t do it. There’s got to be another way.”

There just had to be.

1

Wilder slid his hand along my thigh, cupping my mound while Levi sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I arched up, letting out a small cry of pleasure.

It was too much.

And yet I wasn’t protesting . . . because I was greedy and wanted more.

I wanted them both to take me. Hard and fast. To call me their good girl.

To fuck me like I belonged to them.

Wilder pressed two fingers deep inside me?—

“Jillian!”

Jilly frowned as a voice pulled her from her story. Ignoring them, she kept reading.

“You want this,don’t you, Blaire?” Wilder asked. “You want us to fuck you, to own you. I’m going to fuck this pussy bare while Levi takes your ass.”

“Are you listening to me?”

No, she wasn’t listening. She was Blaire . . . and she was about to get thoroughly fucked. So would whoever was talking just . . . just go away?

Wilder rolledonto his back and then grabbed me around the hips, pulling me over him.

“Jillian!You need to put that book down and pay attention.”