Act 8: The Bruises

As soon as Devyn took centre stage, all eyes were on her. Kieran watched her dance with a morbid fascination. The way she was swinging her hips left him with a hunger he never knew he possessed.

She closed her eyes while she danced, swaying her body to the rhythm. The other dancers did not pull in him, Marley was a means to an end, a hunger that needed to be sated now and then. But she could never make him feel what Devyn did when she swayed her hips.

Then she undid the lace in front of her top, and her gorgeous tits spilled out for every salivating asshole in the club. This pissed him off for reasons he could not explain. She was a stripper; it required her to strip naked, but Kieran didn’t want anyone to see her like this. It pissed him off.

Devyn intrigued him, that much he would admit. But what was this fierce possessiveness he felt towards her? He breathed a sigh of relief as her dance ended, but did not expect the applause that followed her. She flashe