31. Dante
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
DANTE
When the door closed, Jace’s face twisted with vindictive pleasure. He stalked across the plush carpet to stand over me.
He stared at my feminine makeup and wig before dropping his gaze to my towel. With a swift motion, he yanked it away, leaving me exposed. “You don’t even have enough shame to be embarrassed?” His eyes flicked down to my groin before snapping back to my face.
I laughed, making no move to cover myself.
“What should I be ashamed of, Jace? My body? My skills?” I ran my hand down my chest, watching him follow the movement involuntarily.
“Or perhaps it’s that I make more in an hour than you do in a month?
The only shameful thing in this room is having to waste sixty minutes of my valuable time on you. ”
“If I’m paying for you, I’ll damn well get the respect owed to me.” He twisted the towel, snapping it toward my bare thigh.
My hand caught it midair. I used the momentum to jerk him forward until our chests almost collided.
I locked my grip when he tried to pull away and brought my painted lips to his ear.
“I wouldn’t recommend trying that again.
Violence costs extra, and I know you can’t afford my pain rate.
” I traced my purple fingernail down his jawline.
“Though I suspect that’s not what you really came here for, is it? ”
“Don’t be fucking gross.” He shoved me away, his hands lingering a fraction too long against my chest. “It’s bad enough you’re wearing that makeup and ridiculous wig.”
I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. “Would you prefer I put the breastplate and corset back on to create a more realistic fantasy for you? I can be whatever you need me to be. That’s what you’re paying for.”
His face contorted with revulsion. “I’m only here to make you stay the hell away from Shaw.”
“Is that so?” I tossed the towel aside. “And you thought the best way to accomplish that was to book an hour alone with me? Fascinating strategy.”
His eyes darted around the opulent room, looking anywhere but at my body. “Shut your damn mouth.”
I remained silent, giving him a slow, contemptuous once-over.
His fists clenched. “Stop being so fucking difficult, asshole.”
“The only one being difficult is you.” I circled him. “You paid good money to be here, yet you’re wasting it on empty threats. That’s not very economical of you. Most clients try to get their money’s worth.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a whore,” he hissed.
The slur rolled off me like water. I’d been called worse by more dangerous men.
“What do you want to hear, then? How Shaw gasps when I first push inside him? The way he digs his nails into my back when he’s close?
How he tastes when I swallow every drop of him?
” While I hadn’t enjoyed the pleasure of penetrating him yet, I wasn’t above weaponizing the experience to hurt Jace.
His gaze dropped to my exposed cock before jerking away. A slight tremor infiltrated his voice. “Why does Shaw keep coming back to see you?”
“Because I fuck him how he likes to be fucked.” I savored the disgust and curiosity warring on Jace’s face. “I give him what no one else can, least of all you.”
“Obviously, you have some dirt on him. You must be blackmailing him to make him return.”
I laughed at his simpleminded reasoning. “Blackmail? That’s your grand theory?” I moved closer. “Is it so hard for you to believe he craves what I do for him? What I do to him?”
“Shut your filthy fucking mouth. Shaw’s not sick like you.”
“Sick? Is that what you tell yourself when you think about men at night? That they’re sick? That you’re sick?”
His nostrils flared. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’ve misunderstood something fundamental, Jace.”
“Explain yourself, asshole.”
I approached with seductive grace until we were inches apart. “You forget Shaw comes to me willingly. He sought me out. Paid for me. Repeatedly.”
Jace stood his ground. “And you only fucked him because he hired you.”
I gave a disinterested shrug, my fingertips trailing along the seam of his shirt.
“As long as it feels good, I don’t care who my client is.
” It was a lie, but one he’d believe. “Money merely gets him through the door. What happens after that has nothing to do with payment and everything to do with pleasure. His and mine.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I let out a low chuckle. “You know what I think?”
“Who gives a shit what you think?”
“Jealousy radiates off you.” My lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “The scent clings to your skin like cheap cologne.”
Jace shoved hard at my chest, but I refused to budge. “What the hell do I have to be jealous of?”
I captured his wrists to hold him in place. “Either you’re jealous you aren’t the one with me, or you’re furious I got to Shaw first.”
He wrenched free. “You’re dead wrong.”
“There’s no reason for you to be this worked up unless you want one of us for yourself.” I traced a finger down his chest. “And since you claim to find me repulsive, that only leaves one option.”
“All I want is for you to leave my friend alone,” he growled, but the conviction in his voice wavered.
“Why?” I pressed. “I’m obviously not the one you should have this conversation with.”
“I’m being serious, fucker. Stop disrespecting me when I’m paying you.”
“You want respect?” I slid my arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. “Then earn it. Show me why I should take you seriously.”
Jace struggled against my embrace, trying not to touch my bare skin. “Let me go!”
Instead of releasing him, I cupped his cheek in a gentle caress, my thumb brushing across his bottom lip. “You might as well get your money’s worth, right? After all, you’ve already paid for the full experience.”
“Hugh’s paying for this, not me.” He slapped my hand away. “That’s not why I’m here.”
I tipped his chin up, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“No? You didn’t come here to put me in my place?
To show me what a real man can do?” I rolled my hips against his growing hardness.
“To fuck the arrogance out of me until I’m begging for mercy?
Wouldn’t being buried balls-deep in me be the perfect revenge? ”
“You sick fucker. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are.”
“No.” I slid my hands down to grip his ass, pulling him against me. “I’d much rather have you on all fours, ass up, and fuck you from behind until you’re begging me for more. I’ll teach you why Shaw keeps coming back for more.”
His mouth opened and closed, words failing him as his erection hardened against my thigh.
I smirked at my victory. “Looks like I finally found an effective way to shut you up.” Without warning, I gripped his jaw and forced my mouth against his.
He tried to jerk back, but I held him closer, one hand fisted in his hair to control the angle.
He released a muffled sound of protest, but when I nipped at his lower lip, his mouth opened to gasp.
I took full advantage, my tongue invading, claiming, conquering.
The taste of beer filled my senses as I deliberately made the kiss wet and filthy in a pornographic display of dominance.
Instead of pushing me away, his hands slid up my chest to tangle in my wig. His mouth moved against mine with clumsy aggression. He trembled under my grip, melting into the contact despite his mind’s obvious protests.
Jace’s erection strained insistently against my thigh as he tried to wrestle control of the kiss.
His technique was sloppy and unrefined, all teeth and desperate hunger.
The lack of talent offended me on a professional level.
I dominated him effortlessly, my hand sliding down to cup his arousal through his jeans.
“Does the thought of my dick up your ass turn you on this much?” I taunted against his lips, squeezing him through the denim.
I had pushed him too far. With a snarl of rage, he threw a wild punch aimed at my jaw.
Catching his fist, I twisted to position myself at his back. I kicked his knees out from under him, sending him crashing face-first into the carpet. I wrenched his arm upward between his shoulder blades.
He cried out in anguish as he fought against my grip. “Damn it, Dante!”
I bent over him, increasing the pressure until he whimpered. “Isn’t that cute? You’re already screaming my name, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
He thrashed beneath me. “I hate you so fucking much,” he spat, then howled when I twisted his arm higher.
“That won’t stop you from jerking off to the memory of this later tonight,” I predicted. “Alone in your bed, stroking yourself, remembering how your body betrayed every lie you tell yourself by getting aroused because of me.”
“I would never do that.”
“Your cock is still hard,” I pointed out, grinding my knee between his legs to prove my point. “I love knowing you’ll suffer the torment of wanting me and never having me. Of lying awake, haunted by what might have happened if you’d admitted what you really wanted.”
He bucked beneath me, trying to free himself. “It’s not true.”
“No wonder you’re so upset that Shaw regularly gets to enjoy the pleasure of my body when you can’t afford it.
” I tightened my grip on his wrist, feeling the bones grind together.
“It must be pure torture watching him come here, knowing he’s getting what you’re too much of a coward to admit you want. ”
Jace thrashed beneath me, his face pressed into the carpet. He yelped when I twisted his arm more.
“Is that why you were so angry I nailed your sister? You’re jealous Melissa got to experience how good it feels when I’m inside her, making her come over and over again, until her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.
” A strangled sound escaped him, but I didn’t let up.
“Poor little Jace, always wanting what he can’t have. ”
“I’ll kill you for doing that to her,” he snarled. “You had no right to steal her virginity and treat her like trash to hurt me.”