I freeze, my breath stopping and heart skipping a beat as I meet those dark, familiar eyes. They are locked on me, even in the dim light, and more familiar to me now than his son’s. He’s in a suit, like always. His legs are parted, and he has a scotch in his hand. As I watch, he tosses some back, and I hurry off stage.
Tyler.
What is he doing here?
Looking at myself in the mirror, I quickly slip into a dress and put on my heels, ready to do my rounds, but I can’t drag myself away from the mirror. I dab at the sweat on my made-up face, swiping my chin and around my red lips. Grabbing a cotton bud, I clean the lines of my heavily shadowed eyes before freezing. I’m wasting time, putting it off.
Big girl pants, Lexi.
Turning, I toss my hair over my shoulder and head out through the stage door. I saunter straight to him, knowing if I don’t, I will chicken out, but I have to know. Why is he here?
With every step I take closer, a feeling so strong grows within me, a fire, a desire. One that has been building for him since I first saw him, and somewhere inside, I know it will explode tonight.
But who will be left in the ashes?
To burn so bright and to feel so deeply is addictive, but when it is all over, the aftereffects will leave you weak and ruined. Tyler Phillips will ruin me. I know it, I saw it in those eyes.
But I want it.
I want to be ruined at his hands.
Broken and remade.
People reach out and congratulate me. They speak, but I don’t hear them. I smile and move on until I am before his table. “You’re magnificent,” he praises, drinking me in like always, but this time, he shutters the need in his eyes as they meet mine.
“Why are you here?” I ask, not unkindly.
He kicks out the other seat. “Sit, Angel.”
I do, and his lips quirk at that. He slides a drink to me, and I sip it—gin, ice, and lemon, my favourite. He sighs and looks around. “I wanted to see if you were okay. I spoke to Justin today.”
Licking my lips, I glance around too, unable to meet those eyes now, unsure what to say. He reaches out and grabs my arm, drawing me back. I stare down at his big hand on me and follow it up to his gaze, shivering from the intensity I see there. “Are you okay?”
I don’t answer, I’m unable to speak under all that power, and he clenches his hand almost painfully, his lips dipping unhappily. “Angel,” he warns.
“Yes and no,” I whisper, for only him to hear.
He doesn’t speak, just watches me, searching me for the truth, and it’s too much, too consuming, too sudden. I tug on my arm, and he lets it go before sitting back. I gasp in a wobbly breath when he releases me, and I raise a shaky hand to sip my drink. I lick the rim when I meet his eyes. “Is that why you’re really here? To see if I’m okay after your son broke up with me?”
He frowns but doesn’t look away. “Yes and no,” he admits, and I nod. We’re both dancing around the truth.
The reason he came, the reason he doesn’t leave. The reason I don’t walk away, the reason I lean closer.
Need.
Desire.
An urge to find out if it would be as good as my fantasies…
A forbidden whisper links us, something so wrong it’s right. And as I clench my thighs together and his hungry eyes devour me, I know. I am going to fuck Justin’s dad—
Tyler. I’m going to fuck him, taste him, and sate this desire, and once I’m feeling better and satisfied, I will walk away and this will all be a good memory to think about on occasion.
Tossing back my drink, I settle, knowing what I’m going to do. No more dancing around it, twirling with need and unspoken words. It’s now or never. Shoulders back, I smile at him, channelling all the bravery I use on stage, which helps me get my next words out.
“Meet me in the bathroom.” I stand, and with a backwards wink, I saunter through the crowd to the hallway at the back. I go into the women’s bathroom and lean into the mirror, checking my lipstick as I wait to see if he’ll follow. My heart is slamming into my chest, my hands shaking with nerves.
A moment later, the door slams open and he fills it. He looks confused, but also hungry. He knows. I step closer, and he backs up, hitting the door shut and pressing against it. I flick the lock and check that the rest of the stalls are empty.
“Ang—Lexi, what are you doing?” He frowns sternly.
“Angel? That’s what you were going to say, right?” I ask, running my hand teasingly down his chest. He captures it and squeezes, making me gasp in pain and pleasure, my pussy clenching from the power in his touch. Fuck, I can just imagine those hands clasping my hips like that, my breasts…my thighs.
His eyes are dark as he reads my intentions on my face. “You aren’t thinking clearly—”
“No, I am. Clearer than ever. I’m sick of pretending I don’t want you. I do, and we both know you want me too,” I retort, and then grin sweetly.
“Lex—” He sighs. “You are young enough to be my kid. Hell, you were dating my kid!” he snaps, but he pulls me close like he can’t help himself.
“So? Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?” I grin, and he groans, closing his eyes for a moment before they open and lock on me.
Oh, he liked that.
Pushing closer, I press up against his hard body and look up at him through my lashes. “Daddy, fuck me, right now. We both know you want to, so fuck the rules. I’m tired of being good when bad feels so much better.”
“Angel,” he grinds out, but then he doesn’t know what to say, so I step back, tug my hand free, and grab the bottom of my dress. I lift it up my thighs slightly, and his eyes track the movements, his hands balling into fists. “Stop.”
“Why?” I grin, shifting it higher and showing him that I’m bare underneath. Bare and wet. For him.
He snaps. He grabs my neck and forces me into the wall, pressing my face against it as he pushes against my back. His mouth brushes my ear as he holds me so easily in place. “You want to be a bad girl? Is that it, Angel?” he snarls as he trails his other hand up my thigh to meet my bare pussy. He cups it hard, possessively, and I grind into it. “You think you can flash me your pussy and tease me, and I won’t react? Such a bad little angel, yet I bet if I stuck my fingers in your pussy right now, you would ride them and scream, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan, pushing into his hand. “Please, Tyler.”
“Please what,” he whispers, biting my ear.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me!” I almost cry, desperation filling me. I didn’t come this far for him to walk away now. He spins me, and I instantly miss the pressure of his hand.
I pant as I stare at him. He’s fully dressed, and looks oh so dark and tempting. He watches me, running his gaze across my exposed skin. “Dress off, now.”
I swallow, and he narrows his eyes at my hesitation. “You want my cock? Dress off now, Angel.”
I do as I’m told. Wiggling my shoulders, I let the straps fall, exposing my breasts. He groans, his eyes locked on them as I grab the material at my hips and drag it down until it pools at my feet. Stepping free from the glittering fabric, wearing just my heels, I wait as he runs his eyes over me.
“I’ve been imagining you naked since the first moment I met you, but it’s nothing compared to the reality. You’re fucking stunning, Angel, too goddamn perfect, too clean for these old, filthy hands. But I don’t care. I tried to be good and let you walk away. Now you’re mine, and I’m going to have you in any goddamn way I want. Do you understand me?” he snarls, moving closer and clutching my chin harshly. “Say yes, Angel.”