Burning Your Lies (King and Queen Duet #2)

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Huxley

The strip club is alive with music and cheers. I scan the dark room and eye the drunk men who are fixated on the women dancing on the stage. I walk closer and stand front and centre. I want to see her face when she knows that I’ve found her. A fiery rage engulfs me, my fists clenching tightly as I imagine her here, dancing for these despicable men.

The blonde on the stage is topless and shaking her ass. She grins at me before crawling towards me. She pulls on my tie.

“What’s your name, sexy?”

“Married,” I remark.

Her fake nail runs down my cheek.

“Aren’t you all?”

The blank expression on my face has her recoiling away.

“Get off me.”

My rejection barely makes her flinch, because she’s onto the next man.

I impatiently wait for Savannah to come onto the stage. What if she’s doing a private dance? My fists curl. I’m going to kill whichever bastard was unlucky enough to pay for that. My fingers unknot when she walks onto the stage. The relief is short-lived because that outfit leaves little to the imagination. There is no way the neon orange mini top and skirt aren’t lingerie. The deep plunge has her breasts bulging out. While the surrounding men can only fantasise how soft they are as they jiggle, only I know the reality. The skirt, if you can call it that, barely covers her ass.

I know she’s seen me, but she parades the stage and pays attention to everyone but me. Her long black hair sways in tune with the music. Savannah sits on the chair, centre stage. With a sexy grin, she spreads her legs and gives everyone a view of the pussy she said was mine. And then finally, she looks at me. A wink in my direction and then she’s walking towards me. Her arms wrap around my neck.

“Hi, husband. Enjoying the show?”

I’m in no mood to play.

“Get off this fucking stage right now.”

Her back is pressed against me and her head rests on my shoulder.

“Who’s been your favourite performer?”

My hands grip her hip.

“I’m not fucking playing with you.”

My vision is red and fucking neon orange.

“Don’t make me kill all these people.”

I feel her smile.

“What did they do?”

she asks with innocence.

My lips press against her ear.

“I don’t fucking share.”

She’s back to standing in front of me.

“Your mother should have taught you better. Speaking of your mother, she’s picked a date for our reception party.”

She swings her hips as she walks towards the pole.

Then, like everyone else, I am captivated by Savannah. She twists and turns around the pole in ways that shouldn’t be possible for a human. Her body glows with sweat as she slides up and down, teasing every one of us.

I snap out of my reverie when a leering man helps to pull her skirt down her legs. And then she’s in that top, which is basically a bra and a fucking sheer thong. The men cheer. And that cheer turns to booing when I jump onto the stage and throw her over my shoulder.

“The back, on the left,”

she directs without me asking.

A man stops us.

“Don’t make me call the police,”

he threatens.

“Private dance,” I scowl.

“He’s my husband,”

she explains as I storm away.

I slam the door shut and put her on the ground. The small room doesn’t make it any easier to breathe through my blind anger. My skin tingles with uncontrollable jealousy. Only my breathing breaks the silence.

Savannah stands a few steps away from me with a grin.

“What do you want, sunshine?”

I want to scream at her. I want to punch something. I want to go break the hands of the man who pulled her skirt down. I want to gouge out the eyes of every person who watched her on stage.

“I’m going to kill someone. And it will be your fault.”

She tuts at me. It only takes three steps until she’s standing in front of me. Her lips press against my ear.

“I think you want to fuck me.”

She palms me over my trousers.

“You’ve been hard since I walked out.”

She undoes the zipper and strokes me over my underwear.

“Always so fucking hard for me,” she praises, making me twitch. She pulls my earlobe into her mouth and sucks.

The feeling travels down to my manhood and I throb, imagining her lips around my tip. My hands grip her neck.

“You will never dance for another man again. Do you fucking understand?”

“I had to make money somehow, seeing as you won’t let me work at XR Securities.”

I knew this was her motivation. She was rage-baiting me into accepting his offer.

“Get on that pole and give me the dance I’m paying for.”

I push her away and take a seat on the small leather sofa.

Never one to disappoint, Savannah works the pole like she was made for it. Her movements are perfectly synced to the beat of the music. She is truly majestic. Her eyes darken with lust when I unbutton my trousers and stroke my shaft.

“Show me that hard cock,” she begs.

I shake my head.

“Take that poor excuse for a top off.”

Once they are uncaged, I groan.

“Fuck your tits with the pole.”

“I’d rather you fuck them.”

“Do it,” I order.

Pregnancy made them double. I’ve always preferred a woman’s ass, but since our honeymoon, I can’t stop fantasising about her breasts like a horny teenager. On day three, when her bikini stuck to her skin from being wet, I couldn’t take it and fucked them right there on the beach. My cum spilled all over them and it was the second sexiest view, after my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy.

Using my saliva as lube, my hand disappears into my boxers again. There’s something so erotic about the thick metal pole disappearing between the valley of her breasts. “Faster.”

“I’m aching,”

she pleads.

“Let me touch my pussy. Please.”

My eyes close, and my head falls back at the soft begging.

“Take those off.”

With her fully naked, I pump myself faster.

“Now dance for me.”

She clenches her legs shut, trying to find some relief.

“Hux. Just fuck me.”

“Dance.”

Savannah climbs the pole in her naked glory. This time, when she spins down, I can see every move of her muscles. When she wraps her legs around the pole and slides down, she moans. And then does it again. And again.

“Stop it,”

I growl.

“Stop grinding that greedy pussy against the pole.”

Her knees lock around the pole.

“Then fuck me. Watching you touch yourself … I’m so close.”

Her desperation chokes me and my fist twists around my cock’s head, wishing it was her pussy instead.

“Carry on dancing. And if you try to fuck the pole, I won’t fuck you at all.”

Determination sets on her face. And when she makes her next move, I know why. Savannah climbs up the pole and then twists around it so her back is pressed against it and she’s facing me. Her arms are above her head, holding on as she slowly slides down it with her legs spread wide open; giving me the most perfect view of just how soaked she is.

“Again.”

Before she can reach the bottom the second time, I say, “Come here and ride my cock until I come.”

I can barely pull myself out before she’s straddling me.

Her lips attach to mine, and then I’m fully nestled in her warmth. She wastes no time working herself into a frenzy. Her whimpers are heaven to my ears. But it doesn’t compare to the sensation of her walls gripping my shaft.

I could never have imagined the pleasure of being inside her raw. Her curved and ribbed walls intensify everything I felt before. And then there’s the fact that she’s my wife. She’s mine; for better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do us part.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. Oh god. I’m going to come.”

I grab a fistful of her ass.

“Not yet. I want to fuck you for more than two minutes.”

Her head falls into my neck. “I can’t,”

she begs.

“I’m too close.”

She grips the base of my neck when I meet her thrusts.

“Please let me come.”

I fist her hair and pull her head back, wanting to see the pleasure on her face.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Hold off.”

“Hux.”

My name is a plea of mercy.

“It’s coming.”

“No.”

She’s moving too fast for me to control. Her wetness drips down my dick and drips onto my balls.

“Please. Please.”

I’m not done with her yet, but her spasms are bringing me closer to the edge. Knowing how much she needs it, I concede.

With me fully lodged inside her, she rocks back and forth and lets out the loudest moan as her clit gets the attention it’s been begging for. She grips my shirt and her head falls back. Her mouth opens but there is no sound as she rides her orgasm and brings me to mine. Her legs shake as it rolls through her entire being, my name the only mantra on her tongue.

The sight of her in bliss, alongside her pussy milking me, has me pulling her against me as ropes of my cum fill her.

“That’s my girl,”

I whisper.

“Take it all.”

We stay immobilised like that as we come down from the high.

“I think that was the best orgasm of my life. Fuck.”

I kiss her shoulder.

“I’m still pissed at you. My wife does not dance like that for any man except me.”

“Your wife needs a job.”

“Not this one.”

She stares at me.

“No, because I’m taking Xavier’s offer.”

She covers my mouth when I try to speak.

“I need access to him if this is going to work. He’s giving us exactly what we need. As his PA, I’ve got an excuse to go everywhere with him.”

She has a point, but I refuse to give him that type of access to her.

“I said no. He’s going to abuse that relationship. Did you see the excitement in his eyes when he told us? He’s going to do everything to come between us.”

Savannah frowns at me.

“Do you not trust me?”

Unable to face the accusation in her eyes, I pull myself out of her and seat her on the sofa. I stand up and close my button and zipper.

“It’s not that.”

She stands and narrows her eyes.

“Yes, it is. You’re worried I’m going to fuck him.”

Do you blame me? I almost throw the asshole question at her, but hold myself back. However, my concern is justified. While I was falling in love, she was taking part in an affair with him. When I used to leave and spend our hours apart thinking about her, she was sucking his dick and fucking him in the bed we just shared.

I close my eyes and force the images away. It’s in the past. But that doesn’t stop the ache of betrayal from consuming me. I can’t bear the thought of them together. It’s why I don’t want the details. I won’t be able to tolerate it.

But if she becomes his PA, I know what will happen. He’s going to worm his way back into her bed. And I just don’t know if Savannah will have the willpower to say no. Him being married didn’t stop her. What’s to say her being married will?

“It’s not that.”

“Yes, it is.”

She isn’t angry, but upset.

“I know it’s hard for you to trust and believe me, but that won’t ever happen. When I was—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Savannah!”

I close my eyes.

She recoils away from me.

“I was blinded by the illusion of love.”

“Stop,”

I beg.

“I don’t want to hear about you and him.”

She takes my face in her hands.

“Then let me tell you something about me and you. I chose you, Hux. Before Emery found out, on the day of your birthday party, I chose you. And when you promised me one day, I felt so whole in that moment. But then Emery found out and Elliot went missing and I found out about my dad and it all just went downhill. Maybe I chose wrong in the end, but I chose you first. It has always been you.”

The tears in her eyes soften my stance.

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I can’t lose this game. Not again.”

She steps back.

“I won’t let him take any more from me. Not our marriage. Not my friends. Not my sanity. Not Elise. But for everyday he is out there, he steals it. He’s taking from me without even trying.”

For a moment, I understand why Xavier was so insanely obsessed with her. Because standing there, watching her hurting, makes me go against my better judgement. I nod at her.

“Okay. Let’s play.”