POSSESSIVE

FIVE

I smiled as I roamed my hands all over my body, teasing the watchers. The moment my hands touched the mask, the crowd went wild, screaming for me to remove the mask. I have teased them enough, for now, so I granted them their wish, removing the mask that was covering my face.

I swear I heard a loud growl but that was covered with loud cheers, or that was just my imagination.

I ignored the voices as I swayed my hips side to side against the pole.

Gripping the pole I twirled around it, wrapping my legs around the pole, and hooking my hands to balance. When I was high enough on the pole, I let go of my hands that were holding the pole, bent my back so that my head was down, and slid down the pole. The cold metal slid against my clothed core, sending shivers down my back.

I was as usual absorbed in the dance so I didn't notice the woman raging toward me like a panther stalking its prey and in this case, I was her prey. And as if my body recognized a hunter nearby, my whole body was instantly covered with goosebumps.

The moment I noticed her was too late for me to turn back and run. She snatched me up from the floor, smashing my body against her.

My eyes widened.

This isn't how I imagined we would meet after two years. Truth be told, I did not even think we'd meet ever again, yet here we are, our bodies pressed against each other, her eyes ablaze with rage, and my eyes, no doubt, widened in shock.

I gaped like a dying fish, wanting to say something, anything but my mind shut down with shock. Or was it fear? Probably both.

I stood there like a dumb shit but then I remembered who she is and how she left me when I had bared my vulnerability to her, and needed her to guide me through it. Fury took over the feeling of astonishment. I narrowed my eyes and I snatched my arms from her hands.

"Leave and don't ever come back here," I hissed at her.

I turned my back to her so I could finish my performance. The crowd was watching the drama unfold in silence. I'm sure some of them are even regretting not bringing popcorn with them as they watched their favorite dancer getting abused by an asshole.

Where are the damn guards when you need them? I looked toward the corner where my guards usually stand and there they were, watching everything play without interrupting.
I motioned for them to take her out of here and throw her out like every other troublemaker.

My lips twitched in annoyance when they avoided me. Don't tell me she is some VVIP customer here.

That must be the case if they're ignoring my gesture to take her out of the club or at least out of the stage so I can get on with my dance.

I shouted 'music' to the man who was in charge of playing music. I didn't even realize when he stopped the music. He quickly resumed the music and I took in a breath to compose myself.

I walked back to the pole and the moment my hands touched the metal they were twisted behind my back and the hard body pressed against my back, arching my front into the pole.

"Let go of the pole and come with me," her dark voice hissed in anger. I shook my head, no. My answer didn't please her, of course, because her body shook in anger.

"You'll come with me silently if you don't want me to bend you over my knees and spank your ass raw, right here, right in front of these fuckers," my eyes widened at his threat. I ignored the tingle that shoots down my back at her words, there is no way I'll let her words affect me.

Goddamn. Leave it up to your body to betray you at the most unfortunate of times.

I hissed at her to show him I'm angry but the moment my eyes met her, I lost all my courage. Damn it, she is giving me that look that screams "try me and I'll have you writhe in pain." I forgot the cuss I was about to throw at her.

This is not the time to provoke, I think, especially when she looks like a demon straight from hell.

"Let go of my hand," I spat, trying to sound a little soft but failing to do so. Her eyes darkened further.

"You need to be disciplined," she opened her mouth to spit out the words that made me angry, so much so that my whole body shook. Does she think I'm an animal that needs discipline? That asshole.

"Let me go, you asshole," I screamed when her hold on my hands tightened as if she was controlling herself.

"You won't listen, would you? Right, Brats don't listen, they are tamed," she stated rather than asking, and before I can tell her to fuck off, she started dragging me away from the stage, towards the VIP exit, and then out of the club.

Another man fell on the step with Lalisa, with me screaming, throwing fits and cusses as she dragged me out of the cub.

The other man was looking at my body as he walked alongside Lisa and licked his lips, making me realize I was in a skimpy pair of lingerie that left nothing to the imagination and every passerby could see my body. It seems Lisa realized that too because she stopped abruptly, opened her suit jacket, forced me to wear it, and even closed the suit jacket was far too big for me, it somewhat looked fitted around my breast but was too loose everywhere else. It reached my middle thighs, showing me how much height difference we have.

"Look away," she barked, causing me to jump. I averted my eyes from the jacket and looked up at him, startled. She was barking at the other man, I realized. Thank God it wasn't me she was yelling at.

He undeniably looked scary with that scowl on his face.

My legs started shivering and not for a good reason. I blame my shitty luck for this situation and her. Had she chosen to visit some other stripping club, I wouldn't have to face her like this.

"Sorry, boss. I didn't know she is yours," his eyes were popping out of his skull as he apologized, not daring to cast another look my way.

"I'm not hers," I hissed, not liking how he assumed something like that. She is my stepsister, nothing else, and never will be anything else.

"Shut up," Lisa growled at me. If she thinks she can intimidate me, then she is right. But that doesn't mean I'l let it show how her gaze is more than enough to make me pee in my pants.

You mean wet your panties with arousal. I ignored my bitchy conscience. No, I'm not wet because of her authoritative tone and especially not with her smell which sent my insides overdrive.

Damn it, why does she have to smell like leather and dark chocolate with a hint of a cigar? She smells like a man and it is messing with my head.

Snap out of it, Irene. I internally screamed. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I shouldn't let her presence affect me.

"Why should I shut up? I'm telling the truth. I'm not yours, I'm your sister," I removed the step to annoy her. It seems the word sister is like acid to her because her face twisted in anger as she glared at me. I tilted my head up and challenged her. I won't back down, not now, not ever.

The other man choked on the air he was breathing and said something under his breath along with,"I never knew you were into incest too."

Lisa growled at him, not liking his words. He growls a lot, I noticed. Don't tell me he is some low-key werewolf.

"Go sit in the front and you, get in," Lisa snapped at the both of us. The man was fast on his feet, getting in the seat beside the driver.

There was a portal that separates the back of the limo from the front and the little door was closed shut, blocking the view of the back.
Lisa dragged me into the backseat. She seems to like dragging me around too, I thought with an eve roll.

"Ouch, let my hands go, you poop," her face twisted in anger again and she pulled me over her lap, my face facing the luxurious leather seats. Wait, leather seats? It took me a second to realize that I'm in a compromised position and she is getting along with her threat.

"You'll learn not to cuss in front of me again, little sub," she growled, causing me to frown. She won't spank me like a child, would she? She wouldn't dare to, right?

Boy, was I wrong. She raised his suit jacket up my ass, exposing my lace-covered bottom to her. That was when I realized she was not just threatening me to shut me up and that she was serious about it.

I twisted on her lap so she would let go of me but a hard, painful slap on my ass caused me to jerk and cuss like a sailor.