Bound In Secrets : A Death Kings Novel

**JT**

The spotlight and stage light illuminate my troupe as we stand ready for the music. I'm in the middle. The music starts as we grind to the beat. As the tempo picks up, gymnastic leaps and flips are executed in front of me. I nod to Dustin and Andres beside me as we synchronize, gyrating our hips with fluidity as our hands remove our shirts. We the beat drops we slide underneath the legs of three other dancers toward the front.

That's when I see my Dollface. Sawyer was sitting beside Sidhe, was wolf-whistling and catcalling me. cat-calling me. Gator is sitting on the other side of Sidhe, whispering something in his ear that has him calm down. I wasn't expecting her to be here with her uncles.

I can feel my dick stirring to life. I know who I'm pulling up on stage because there is only one person I want to feel the erection she caused.

Andres, Dustin, and I stand up from crouching in unison. We cause the audience to cheer wildly as we rip off our pants. I nod to the two men, and we move off stage. Andres goes stage right, while Dustin goes stage left, and I move to flip off the apron or forestage.

"Come play with me, Dollface," I offer my hand out to Sawyer.

A smirk tilts her ruby lips. "Make me, Capone," she challenges.

"I was hoping you would say that," I say, giving her a toothy smile.

I lean down and hoist her over my shoulder.

Andres, Dustin, and I stand up from crouching in unison. We rip off our pants, causing the audience to wildly cheer. I nod to the two men and we move off stage. Andres goes stage right, while Dustin goes stage left, and I move to flip off the upstage ledge.

"Come play with me, Dollface," I offer my hand out to her.

A smirk tilts her ruby lips. "Make me, Capone," she challenges.

"I was hoping you would say that," I say, giving her a toothy smile.

I lean down and hoist her over my shoulder.

"Put me down before I stab you in the glut," she hisses loudly, and I can feel the point of something sharp against my bare skin.

"I can't hear you!" I shout, smacking her leather-clad derriere hand with my palm. I shout, smacking her leather-clad rear hand with my palm.

She gasps at the assault, and then I feel the paper-cut sting of her drawing blood. Jokes on her. This only makes me want to see how much more I can tease her. The oxytocin goes through my brain, making my dick twitch.

I moan before laying her out on the floor with me above her. I lean to speak into her ear as my hips move to the beat. I lick the shell of her ear.

"You can make me bleed all you desire, doll. You could bleed me out and I'd die happy because you caused the beautiful carnage to my body," I growl.

I grind my hips toward her center as her dark eyes widen. She cuts the outside of my arm, but I groan. I involuntarily thrust against her. She moans my name. I involuntarily thrust against her. She moans my name. When the beat changes, I'm brought back to my senses. I crawl back away from her, only to quickly twist and slide so that my legs are underneath hers. I twist her so that she is on top of me, sitting on my thighs. Her knife glides from my clavicle down my sternum and between the valley of abdominal muscles to the edge of my banana hammock. Blood slowly leaks up to the surface.

"Lick it," I command and to my utter shock, she complies.

"I hate you, Capone. But fuck me, do I wish I could ride your cock." Her husky voice in my ear has me stuttering offbeat. offbeat.

That's when the music stops and the lights go out. I stand above her, reaching a hand out to help her up.

"Let's cheer our exceptional volunteers," Carter's voice booms over the speakers.

I don't want to let her go away from me. I want to keep her, but I know that's possible. Now right, at least.

"You have some amazingly nice moves, Capone. It's no wonder this place is always packed. I should have known from the name this place is yours." She saunters away from me, and I frown.

"Tierra al jefe. We got more set to do," Andres snaps in the face, causing me to look at him drolly. We got more set to do," Andres snaps in my face, causing me to look at him drolly.

I huff. "I know. I get to do all my dances work this," I grumble, gesturing to my painfully hard member attempting to peek out of its spandex.

"We could get someone to take care of that for you..." He suggests seductively.

"No one else is her," I grumble.

I huff. "I know. I get to do all my dances work this," I grumble, gesturing to my painfully hard member attempting to peek out of its spandex. "We could get someone to take of that for you..." He suggests seductively.

"No one else is her," I grumble.

"Aye, que lástame!" Andres groans. "Have you not fucked since Carley ended your throuple when she moved?" Andres asks, disbelieving. "Nope. I've had no desire. My hand works just fine."

"Then use Senor Mano quickly. That crowd will not wait for you," he comments, as I watched two men work the crowd on a smaller stage to the left of the room.

I find Sawyer with her uncles at a table, not paying any attention to the other dancers. I hummed under my breath and then agreed with Andres, exiting the door to the right of the stage.

I will win you back, Sawyer. I will let you carve yourself into my skin. I'll bleed for you if that's what you want. Cut me to pieces. I'll bleed for you if that's what you want. Go ahead, slice me up, Dollface.