Page 93 of Ruthless Protector

Off what I was leaving behind.

I’d already done my dance on stage and for the next hour, I’d move around the club, giving lap dances to those willing to pay, and maybe even a private dance or two. I needed every penny I’d make tonight.

I was heading to the back of the club, when I spotted Raul sitting in one of the booths. Van and Hunter were sitting opposite him. My heart stuck in my throat as I scanned the rest of the table. No Jude.

I was equally relieved and disappointed.

I’d walked out of his room two nights ago, and the feeling of being socked in the chest hadn’t dimmed one bit. It wasn’t going to, and that sucked. I thought I’d be able to handle it; that eventually, I’d compartmentalize it with everything else, lock it away. But now I wasn’t so sure, this felt more, God, incapacitating. Getting up the morning after, this morning, had taken everything I had.

I was heartbroken, pure and simple, and it hurt like hell.

Steph walked over. “Raul said you’ve got a private dance waiting in room two.”

Private dances weren’t my favorite things to do, but they paid well, and right then, the idea of getting lost in the music for the next little while was exactly what I needed. “Thanks, Steph.”

I gave her arm a squeeze, and headed to the private rooms down the corridor, at the back of the club.

The rooms were small, empty apart from a chair in the middle of the floor. The lights were permanently dimmed, and music pumped through the speakers in the corner of the room. When I did these dances, I tended not to look too hard at the guys I was dancing for. It felt too intimate, especially in the small space, but I knew who was sitting in that chair as soon as I opened the door, before I even lifted my gaze to the big man waiting for me in that room.

He said nothing, his gaze burning into me. I knew why he was here, and I knew the conversation that was about to follow was going to be hell. The music still came through the speakers and when I glanced up at the camera, I saw the light wasn’t flashing, we weren’t being watched. That was all Jude, I had no doubt.

It had only been two days, but I missed him, so much, which was why, instead of walking out and removing myself from what I knew would happen, from the whole lot of pain that was coming…I started moving.

Jude’s wide chest expanded sharply.

His hands were resting on his solid thighs, and his fingers spread, digging into firm muscle.

I’d surprised us both.

I let the music move through me, and for once, instead of imagining only Jude was watching me, that I was dancing for only him, it was reality. And just like in my fantasies, it was insanely hot. Having him, and only him, watching as I moved my hands over my body, hips swaying, barely dressed, made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

I shouldn’t be doing this, it wasn’t fair, on either of us, but the way my body responded as soon as I realized it was Jude in this room, had washed all reason away, had me craving his touch.

I slowly danced around him, and his darkened gaze followed my every move. Red slashed each cheek. And though his hands stayed where they were, gripping his thighs, there was no missing the massive bulge straining the front of his jeans. He wanted me too.

The song finished and the next started. Slow, throbbing, the bass moving through me from head to toe. I was behind him now and I dragged my hand across his shoulders as I moved to the front. His eyes lifted to mine and it was…too much. He’d see too much.

I dropped to my knees, my shaky fingers attacking his zipper. I’d make him feel good, I’d give him this, I’d worship him, an apology for the way I’d treated him. A thank you, for everything he’d done for me.

His cock sprang free, so thick and long and hard. Jude thrust his fingers in my hair, I thought to encourage me, but when I leaned in to take him in my mouth, he tightened his hold and forced me to tilt my head back, forced me to look into his blazing eyes.

His head jerked to the side. “You think you can hide from me,” he rasped. “You want my cock inside you, it’s in your pussy, not your mouth.”

My breathing was uneven, my thighs squeezed tight together, so wet, they were slick with how much I wanted him.

“You want my cock in that tight pussy?” he said softly, in a way that lifted goosebumps all over my body. I nodded.

He moved fast, lifting me off the floor and onto his lap. His hand was between us and he yanked my panties aside, fisted his cock, and slammed up inside me.

I buried my face against the side of his thick neck and screamed.

He stood suddenly, spun us around, and shoved me up against the wall. Then he pinned me to that wall and fucked me, hard.

“You thought you could just leave, just walk away from me, pretend this thing between us doesn’t exist?”

I cried out; the pain in my heart combined with the pleasure he was giving me was too much. “I have to leave,” I choked out.

He cursed and slammed up inside me two more times, then we were both coming, gasping and clutching at each other, shaking from the intensity that was always there between us.