I nodded. ‘Si. Here. Now.’ I ordered.
She looked around us. The club was packed but we were in the most secluded part of it, and behind a rope which was guarded by four of my men.She chewed on her lower lip for a few seconds and then she discreetly slid her panties off over her hips and down her legs.
I held out my hand and she placed them in my palm. I resisted the urge to press them to my face and inhale her sweet scent. I stuffed them into my pocket instead before pouring us each a glass of champagne.
She sipped hers delicately as she continued looking around the club. ‘I love people watching,’ she said with a smile.
‘Aren’t you going to dance for me, princess?’ I winked at her.
She laughed out loud. ‘I think I’ll need a few more of these first,’ she said as she held up her glass.
‘Then drink up. There’s plenty more where that came from. Or are you unable to handle your champagne as well as your whisky?’
She glared at me and licked her lower lip. I knew she’d see that as a challenge. Then she chugged back the whole drink and held her glass out to me for a refill. I filled it for her and watched as she leaned back against the seat with a smile on her face.
I looked down at her legs. Her skirt was so short, it barely covered her ass cheeks when she was sitting. Suddenly, all I could think about was that beautiful, bare pussy just inches away from me.
I put an arm around her shoulder and turned my body towards hers before sliding my free hand between her thighs, running my fingertips over her warm, soft skin.
She gasped aloud and I saw the champagne glass trembling in her hand.
I slid my hand up further until I reached her pussy and slid two fingers through her wet folds. I leaned closer to her, my body shielding her from view as I slipped a finger inside her and she groaned loudly.
‘Alex, please don’t,’ she gasped.
‘Don’t what, princess?’ I growled.
‘Please don’t make me come in the middle of this club.’
I brushed my thumb over her clit and she shivered. ‘Relax, princess. No-one can see us here,’ I said as I kissed her neck.
‘They might have security cameras,’ she panted as I slowly slid my finger in and out of her dripping wet opening.
‘They don’t. Not here.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘Because this is my club.’
‘Oh? But still. Can’t we wait until we get home?’ She gasped as she placed her glass on the table and held onto my forearm, her fingertips digging into my flesh, as though that might be enough to deter me.
I glared at her. ‘You seem to forget who’s in charge here, princess.’
She glared right back. ‘I haven’t forgotten. How could I? But, I can’t help but wonder why you have a booth in your club with no security cameras. And I’m your wife, not one of your many conquests who will happily let you fuck them in the middle of your nightclub.’
I felt the anger coursing through me. I didn’t do public displays of any kind - with anyone. Finger fucking a woman in the middle of my club was a first for me, and it pissed me off more than I would care to admit that she assumed I’d done it with others before her.
I closed my eyes and sucked on my top lip. Alana was getting too close. I was letting my guard down with her and what was even worse than that, was that she knew it too. And that was dangerous. I couldn’t allow her to call the shots.
Not now.
Not ever.
I grazed my lips across her ear. ‘You honestly think being my wife means that you mean any more to me than all of those other women before you?’ I growled. ‘Now, open your legs and let me inside what’s mine.’
She glared at me, her chin tilted in defiance. She knew she could walk away if she chose to. But I watched in satisfaction as she blinked back the tears and submitted to me.
Suddenly, I felt like the devil she believed me to be.