Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
She wanted him to bleed just the way her heart was bleeding at the loss of her freedom – and Elijah.
Victor saw through her anger and used her, not that she cared. It might be with the wrong crowd but Rhea needed to unwind as well.
It has been one crazy event after the other since she came here, Rhea needed a break and if her idea of fun would hurt Lukas even a scratch, then so be it.
Why was Victor helping her? Her self acclaimed male bestie said it was fun and he was paying back Lukas as well – by using her.
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Not that she cared anyway, the both of them were benefiting from the deal. She would have the chance to de-stress and Victor would enjoy the fun he claimed it would create.
And that led to her wearing this cool little lingerie she wouldn’t have dared to own until now. The lingerie was a flouncy, pleated metallic silver lamé bra with adjustable straps. It was paired with matching shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks.
It showed quite a cleavage as well and she wore knee-length stockings like the rest of the other dancers. Rhea looked hot and sexy as hell.
It had taken them an hour to go over the dance routine and Rhea had a great time with the girls who didn’t complain even after the whole routine was changed to fit her needs.
Rhea wished there were parties like this every day so she could spend time with them. They made her miss her friend Mimi who would have helped her figure this out if she were here.
But as much as she missed her best friend, Rhea would never pull her into this mess. Mimi was better off without her if that would keep her away from harm’s way. Lukas could make her do many things against her wishes if he had Mimi – because she would catch a grenade for her friend.
If only Rhea knew that the friend she was desperately trying to protect was already a big player in Lukas’s court. Sigh.
The nervousness didn’t lessen even when they took their position on stage, waiting for the song to begin. Rhea has this horrible thought that she would mess the dance up and fail miserably. And knowing that Lukas was out there somewhere watching her made it hard to concentrate, butterflies in her belly.
But then, somehow, her gaze traveled across the crowd that now had their attention trained on them, and her gaze connected with his.
Rhea let out a sharp breath when she saw the way Lukas was staring at her, it was intense – as if he wanted to rip her apart. Was he angry or horny? She couldn’t exactly tell with the way he was devouring her with his stare.
However, Rhea’s eyes suddenly rested on a woman that had her hand on his chest and a strange iciness washed over her.
Rhea finally realized why she had been nervous the whole time, it was because she had been wondering what Lukas would think of this? All of this? Would he even think she was sexy? A dark voice reasoned inside of her.
She pushed away that dark thought and blamed it on the fact that women wanted to be beautiful and loved it when men complimented them. She loved the attention, Rhea made excuses with that.
Unfortunately, the man who she wanted his approval was with another woman that was now caressing his chest and trying to pull his attention from her.
Rhea shook her head in disbelief, she must have been stupid to be concerned over what he thought about her.
She finally remembered why she agreed to this in the first place and it was to piss him off.
From now on, she would dance, not to impress him but because she liked it and would get every man in this room bowing to her. She would enjoy this dance because it was her body and her life, she chose what to do with it.
So when the dance began, Rhea took her eyes off him and became a different person – the other side that he hasn’t gotten to know yet. The other side of her was wild, untamed, and powerful.
When the song “You don’t know me,” by Grace began to blast from the speakers, they began to sway their hips sexily.
The stage was lit up by a blue glow that gave the dancers an ethereal feel and Rhea stood out the most because her pale skin and red hair seemed fiery under the glow.
As the lyrics sang out,
[You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay]
Rhea grew bolder as she launched herself on the pole and began to swing from side to side. It was obvious that she chose this song to make a statement to a certain someone.
From her search, this song was originally recorded by Lesley Gore in 1964 and was about women being in control of their own actions, bodies, and lives. It completely told her situation and so she absorbed herself in it.
After her synchronized swing with the other dancers, they continued with their routine while Rhea began to climb higher and higher up the pole, and just as the chorus, which was a high crescendo hit, Rhea made a death – drop that drew astonished gasps from her audience.
It was astonishing.
No one made a sound entranced by the dancing queen as the song went on,
[So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please]
Music Recommendation- You Don’t Own Me by grace – no rap extended version.
Lukas would have stopped her.
If he had any faintest idea she could wreck this kind of havoc with just her body, he would have figured out Victor’s plan in the first place and stopped them.
She was like a wildfire that couldn’t be tamed and would spread till everything in its path was destroyed.
Lukas couldn’t take his eyes off Rhea. He was like a man bewitched by a witch even when the female company by his side did everything possible to get his focus back on her.
He gave her just one glance and she scurried away like a fox with its tail on fire. Sometimes he didn’t need words to portray his intention and the lady had seen enough of the threat in his eyes. Fortunately, she understood her body’s instinct for flight and escaped while she still had the time.
As soon as she was gone, Lukas’s grave look went back to Rhea who was now dancing on the stage without a care – for him. His blood pulsed with anger and he couldn’t tell if it was because of her dressing or the fact every other male was staring at what was supposed to be his.
His? Lukas snorted at that useless thought again. Everything will be over, come tomorrow.
But his eyes couldn’t stray away from her body, following every one of her movements; the sensual move of her hips, and every twist and whine she made.