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arms of his chair, all of his attention on her, looking at her as a male looked at a desirable woman. She skipped along the stage, her skirt flouncing higher and higher, wiggling her ass and playing to the crowd, enjoying the hoots and hollers, before she returned to him. Red shimmered over his tanned skin, his demon provoked.
    Larissa smiled, pleased by his lack of control, and she turned, standing with her back facing him, her legs braced apart. She bent over, swooped down with her arms, touched the stage, and her skirt pulled up, cool air wafting on her upper thighs. As she straightened, she glanced over one shoulder. Julian’s hands were gripped in tight fists.
    She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged the white chiffon off her shoulders. The males in the audience whistled and bellowed at her to take it all off, wanting to see her naked flesh and her small breasts. Their demands, their need stimulated her.
    Larissa wouldn’t be rushed. This dance was for Julian and Julian alone, and he required more teasing, more tempting, as punishment for years of neglecting her.
    She undulated as she bent her knees, lowering her body, her thighs open yet facing away from Julian so he couldn’t see between them. He breathed heavily through his nose, his big chest heaving. Can he smell how wet I am? How aroused?
    She dropped the blouse to the stage, clasped her bra-covered breasts in her hands, and turned. Every male in the room, including Julian, stared at her hands, lusting for a look at her flat chest, and a womanly power filled Larissa.
    She lifted her hands, flashed one breast and then the other, giving them glimpses of her bra. Julian’s lips pulled tight into a grimace. Larissa shifted her palms downward and cupped her curves, the bra’s white lace strategically placed to conceal her nipples.
    Demon claws sprang from Julian’s hands, and she inhaled sharply, stimulated by the ferocity of his desire. She pinched and played with her nipples as she swayed to the music, grinding up and down.
    “Holy fuck.” Julian stared at Larissa, his every wet dream come true. She moved the way he always knew she could move, her body rippling with the music as she danced for him and him alone, her gaze holding his.
    Every male was enraptured, her innocence intoxicatingly unique in the den of depravity, the musk of her arousal layering over the stench of cum and spilled alcohol. Part of him wanted to hide her from the world, keeping her beauty for himself. Another part of him was proud. This was his female, his mate, responsible for the audience members’ erections.
    “Keep to the plan, Julian,” Valens advised. “Don’t allow her to distract you. Trajan first; then your mate.”
    “Fuck Trajan.” Julian tracked the swivel of Larissa’s hips, glimpsing flashes of virginal white silk under her obscenely short skirt. “He’s yours. I’m done with playing Magnus’s games.” The only being he now answered to danced upon the stage, the high heels of her shiny leather boots tapping to the beat. My angel .
    Larissa toyed with her bra straps, sliding them along her pale shoulders, the movement lifting her small breasts, the lace barely concealing her pink nipples. Julian’s horns broke the skin on his forehead, his demon raging against his inner cage.
    “Take it off, sweet cheeks,” Trajan yelled, the demon looming dangerously close to the stage. Julian growled his disapproval. Trajan’s beady-eyed gaze shifted to him, and the demon smirked.
    “Fuck.” Julian leaned forward in his chair. If Trajan touched Larissa, he’d rip the demon’s skull from his neck.
    “Discreet, Julian.” Valens placed his cool hand on Julian’s shoulder. “Don’t start a war.”
    Larissa turned, facing away from them, and she ground down into a slow sexy crouch, her skirt swishing back and forth, back and forth, the hem dancing around her long legs.
    “I said take it off.” Trajan lurched forward and grabbed a handful of the ruffled fabric, ripping