“Please, Marcus. She could feel the eyes on her, hot and hungry, as she began to move, her hips swaying to the sultry beat of the music. Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. Kayla gasped, her body jerking, her hand stroking him faster, harder. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she clicked on one, then another, her disgust morphing into something far more primal. But it was Marcus’s voice that cut through the haze of her desire, low and commanding. She followed, her heart pounding, her body aching, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She could hear Bill’s voice in her head, his usual playful banter laced with disapproval. She turned back to the crowd, her hands covering her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. He came around the counter, his body towering over her. She could hear the sharp intakes of breath, the whispered curses, the promises of what they would do to her if given the chance.
