Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(79)

I place a hand on my curvy, lace-covered hip. “And that is?”

Dorian takes a seat in the middle of the very same sofa that he violently sexed me on. The memory is harsh, vulgar. It instantly makes me wet with anticipation.

“Dance,” he commands.

I look at him incredulously as if he’s just instructed me to bark like a dog. “Dance? I don’t dance.” At least not the kind of dancing Dorian has in mind. I’m tempted to wrap my coat around me and hightail it out of there.

“If you can fuck, you can dance. Drink.”

I do as he commands like a good little girl and am instantly repulsed by my submissiveness.

Dorian takes a sip of his own poison. “You’ve come all this way dressed like that. I want to enjoy you, savor you. Imagine what I see right now. How sexy you are. I want you to be as aroused by your body as I am.” Dorian takes the small remote and turns it up a bit and then walks over to me, standing at my backside. He places his hands on my hips and presses himself against my ass. Slowly he sways my hips side to side in rhythm with the music, grinding against me with the stiffened bulge constricted in grey cotton. I stifle a low groan at its pulsing hardness.

Never in my life have I had a guy make me want to abandon all my morals and boundaries. Here I am, standing in lingerie, a trench coat and heels in the middle of a man’s hotel room, seriously considering doing a striptease for him. And why shouldn’t I? He wants me; he thinks I’m sexy. Why can’t I be as confident and uninhibited as Morgan, who can nab any man she pleases? I should own my sex appeal, and flaunt it heartily in front of Dorian. This gorgeous, drop-dead sexy man wants me. I arouse him and he only wants to take me to new heights. I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I shouldn’t start now.

“Sit,” I demand, taking Dorian’s hands and gently pulling him back toward the couch. He smirks and licks his lips, taking his front row seat.

The song ends and another sexually-charged tune takes its place. I take a gulp of the burning liquid courage and set the glass down, ready to show Dorian that he isn’t the only one with methods of seduction. Here goes.

From right to left I sway my hips, riding the beat of the music, running my hands over the soft lace of my lingerie. I keep my hooded eyes locked on Dorian’s fervent expression, biting my bottom lip a little. I decide to switch it up a little and start to roll my hips, definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. It makes me feel free and sexy. The move is not lost on Dorian and he responds with a lick of his succulent lips. I begin to slowly slide the coat off my shoulders, never breaking eye contact or halting my sinful dance. The sight of my bare, creamy skin causes Dorian to gasp. The gesture is appreciated and motivates me to continue. The trench coat is only covering the lower half of my arms. Instead of letting it drop to the floor, I use it to entice Dorian, letting it slide down inch by inch until it hangs around my waist. Dorian’s mouth is partially opened and I can tell his breathing is deep and labored. Time to go in for the kill.

I let the coat drop to the floor, exposing my curvy frame draped in see-through mesh and lace. I saunter over to Dorian with catlike grace, putting a little extra oomph into each sway of my hips. When I am standing directly in front of him, I nestle between his parted legs, inviting him to touch me. His eyes are aflame with blue fire, burning pure lust and desire. I up the ante by propping my stiletto-heeled foot beside him on the couch, giving Dorian a full view of my shapely thighs and lace covered sex. His breathing is ragged and shallow. He swallows loudly and looks like a thirsty man at a well. He’s affected, and I mentally relish in my victory. I’ve done it; I’ve won. Dorian isn’t the only one who can play this game.

With a tentative hand, Dorian finally reaches out to caress my extended leg. His fingertips dance over the sheer stocking, making its way up to my thigh. I think he’s about to take it off but instead he runs his hand up towards my bare backside. He slides it up under the flimsy material and gently grasps my cheek. A low moan makes its way from my lips as Dorian continues up my other leg, again clutching my behind. He leans forward and grazes my now damp panties with his nose. It teases the swell behind the skimpy fabric and I can’t contain my raspy sighs. My knees are beginning to shake and I’m in fear of losing control. No. This is my show.

“Sit back,” I command.

Dorian looks up at me quizzically and does as he’s told, leaning back on the couch. I place my foot back on the floor and take an admiring glance at the bulge under Dorian’s sweatpants. I lean forward and place a single finger under his waistband, grazing his firm, defined abdominal muscles. Geez, he must work out like a madman. I pull the waistband a bit and bite my lip hungrily at the sight of the trail of fine, dark hair leading to his generous erection. I want it. Right now. I yank down his sweats, allowing his hardness to spring to freedom. I kneel down on the plush carpeting and let my carnal instincts take the driver’s seat as I greedily take Dorian deep into my mouth. He sucks in a large gulp of air in surprise, followed by a chorus of deep groans, harmonizing with the slow, seductive music, as I feed the Dark beast raging within me.