Page 11 of Knight’s Dominion

“I’m glad you think so."

“Are you going to dance for me, Gigi?”

“If that’s what you’d like,” she said. The urge to run, to get the hell away from him, grew.

He dipped his chin.

She attempted to climb off him, but he gripped her hips tighter.

“Here,” he said.

He wanted a lap dance. Not her first. She did them from time to time, especially if she thought she could extract information—a lot of the girls did. It wasn’t a big deal, but something about Oden set off all her alarm bells.

Which told her this was exactly where she needed to be.

She forced a coy smile and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then lifting up to her knees on either side of the padded bench seat, so the tops of her tits brushed his chin, she rolled her hips.

He tugged her back down so she had no choice but to sit on his obvious erection. He was hard, but the expression on his face was still carved in stone as he watched her. It was unnerving.

The music was slow, sensual, and she moved her hips to the lazy beat, grinding down as she leaned back, exposing her throat and pushing her tits out further. His hands skimmed up her sides and stopped just below her breasts.

She winked when his gaze darkened in a way that made her blood freeze and slid off his lap. Spreading his knees before he could protest, she spun around, then bent forward. Reaching back, she brought his hands to her hips, letting him draw her back in close where he wanted her, rubbing her ass against the poker in his trousers.

He spun her around, forcing her to straddle him again. His dick was so hard she knew he had to be hurting, but that terrifying expression was still carved in stone, the only change was a slight tinge of color on his cheeks.

His fingers dug in roughly. “Don’t stop,” he said, his voice deeper, darker.

One of his hands slid up her back and he fisted her hair. She looked over his shoulder and saw Vince watching. He looked on edge, chewing his nails to stubs. She’d seen that look on his face before. Something more was going on here. Goddammit. So instead of burying her blade in this fucker’s eye socket, like she wanted to, she forced herself to stay where she was. “You like it rough, baby,” she crooned.

His black eyes boring into hers. “Yes.”

She’d thought Oden’s reputation had been exaggerated. But every instinct she had told her that it had not. Getting involved with this male in any way would be a huge mistake.

She bit her lip and rolled her hips. “Are you and Vince going into business together?” If Vince was climbing into bed with Oden, they’d all need to be doused in Lysol at the end of it. And there would be an end. To men like Oden, Vince was disposable.

His grip tightened, telling her without words he was not in the mood to talk about business.

“You’re pretty rich, huh? Is it something to do with the club?”

She knew she'd pushed it when he tugged her head back. "You ask a lot of questions."

She raked her fingernails down his chest. "What can I say, power turns me on."

"Let's go somewhere private."

She was a dancer, currently rubbing against the guy like a cat in heat. It wasn't a stretch to assume she'd be up for it. It wasn't the first time she'd been asked to cross that line, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Sorry, honey. That's not part of my job description."

"You're a tease. I don’t like to be teased.”

His fingers dug in painfully, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it on her face. Instead she moaned. “I think you're enjoying it just fine." She moved faster, ground harder, let the music thumping through the room take over.

She had to force herself not to gag when he wrapped an arm around her waist and shoved her down on his dick, thrusting up against her.

Shit, was he going to...

His eyes rolled back in his head.