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The skinhead let go of the girl, and Andrei shook his head as he held onto the wrist of the intruder who dared to raise a hand to her.That had not been a smart move because no one could touch her, only him. The man looked at his leader and quickly understood that this girl belonged to him.He was in serious trouble."I can't decide whether to cut off your finger or just kill you," he hissed with a cold, threatening voice.The dark-haired man looked defiant, refusing to humiliate himself in front of anyone."Neither one nor the other. That bitch hit me, I had to defend myself," he excused himself, spitting angrily.Those words were like rubbing alcohol in his eyes. No one had the right to downplay his words or insult Elisa in his presence, because he was there to defend what was his.He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man's head."That bitch is mine," he snapped with a somber voice."No, don't do it!" the brunette jumped to grab his arm and prevent him from pulling the trigger.

After a lot of crying and trembling, the girl's body gradually relaxed until she fell asleep. He only needed that sweet scent she carried to stay standing, remembering her expression and seriously reconsidering that he needed to be less impulsive next time. Andrei began to walk with the dancer in his arms, entering the house, passing through the party hall to reach the hallway leading to his and Elisa's rooms. He entered the latter, closed the door with his back, and went to lay her down. Sitting beside her, he thought to himself that she looked angelic when she slept, as if nothing in the world could disturb that peace. But he was wrong; he disrupted that peace when she was awake, outside of her dreams. His hand gently caressed her face with dried tears and smudged mascara and eyeliner, feeling his shirt completely soaked because the fabric had absorbed all of Elisa's tears. She had fixed herself up, and he hadn't paid attention. What an idiot he had been. Andrei used his thumb

Andrei set down his whisky glass on the table and when he raised his gaze, he was met with the adorable sight of his prisoner coming in handcuffed.Everyone at that table cast a glance her way, while the rest eyed her like any other person entering, but being a woman was unusual in a club like this.Oh well, she must be some guy's personal escort, so it stopped mattering.Elisa appreciated that, but of course, embarrassment and nervousness covered her face again when all the men from Andrei's and Arnold's clans looked at her."Even entering public places, you're scandalous," the brunette commented with amusement, hiding how much he was fascinated by seeing her dressed like that.As soon as he spoke, Elisa wanted to slap him. Was that all he was going to say after torturing her the night before? No, but he had saved her and calmed her afterward, even wiping her face.No, she couldn't slap him, especially since that would be scandalous, and she had promised the brunette not to misbehave

Everyone watched her in awe; she was as skilled as any of the other girls on the pole. She had complete control of her body and that pole, she was perfectly spectacular, able to confidently drop from a height and startle the spectators.Andrei couldn't help but be enchanted by this Elisa; she was a goddess and he knew she had everyone spellbound, both men and women glued to her movements.He smiled.Clever girl, she used all her weapons to conquer everyone with all her personalities. He wanted her now, desired her now, and he wouldn't be able to hold back.Igor, on the other hand, watched her with a smile, fascinated by her movements and feeling a small surge of pride. After that, he was sure she could ask Andrei for anything and he wouldn't be able to resist, not even himself.The music became loud again, and she once again depended on just one hand to spin around that pole, using her open legs and the other arm to guide her journey, then using both hands to climb a few inches higher

Music to his ears, so he continued rubbing his tongue and hand, feeling how the brunette's body moved in reaction, then leaving that to drive her more crazy.Both hands took hold of Elisa's hips to start burying his face in the dancer's femininity, moving his head back and forth, from side to side rhythmically, causing friction that made the brunette raise her torso towards Andrei, then falling back to arch her back.What was he doing to her? She couldn't take it anymore; the fire was burning her body completely, but she wanted that fire to consume her whole.Andrei backed away slightly to breathe better, looking up at her, enchanted by Elisa's embarrassed face and intensely red cheeks.He kissed her intimacy again, then slowly inserted his tongue into her and advanced to feel how her walls closed tightly against his tongue.He closed his eyes delightfully; his manhood would be enclosed in that way if he had opted for that action, but what he was doing had him drooling over the vulner