“Ooh. Well, that sure sounds interesting.”
“It’s a private…event,if you will, hosted by one of our most important clients.”
I lean back into him. “What type of party is it?”
“You’ll see.” He grinds his hips, and my lips part when I feel his cock is already hard. “Now, you don’t speak. At all. Not even when spoken to. The only person who knows who we are is Gabriel King.”
“Your client?”
“Yes.” He places a kiss on the nape of my neck, and I close my eyes. “He’s the most discreet person I know, and I fully trust that our presence here tonight is something he’ll take to the grave.”
“Any other rules, Mr. Del Rossa?” I purr, swaying my ass against his crotch.
He hisses in my ear and jerks me tighter against him, touching his lips below my ear. “As always, no one touches you, and you don’t touch another man.”
“Can I touch another woman?” I challenge with a sultry twist in my voice.
“Oh, now, that is something I think I’ll be able to live with.” His voice is low, a seductive tenor that sends tremors down my legs, my core already needing to be filled.
His hand travels up my middle and slips inside the low neckline, cupping my breast with gentle fingers. “You look ravishing in red, stray.”
“Thank you, husband, but you forgot to make an essential request.”
“And what is that?’
I lean my face to the side and glance up at him through thick lashes, his sapphire-blue eyes penetrating mine. “I’m wearing panties.”
His lush lips curl in a sexy as fuck grin. “I can take care of that.” Dropping down and crouching right there behind me in the parking lot, he slips his hands underneath my knee-length dress, pulling my panties down my legs. I gasp, and I’m already wet even though he’s barely touched me. Will I ever become immune to his touch?
I hope not.
Straightening, he tucks my panties in his jacket pocket. “Better?”
“Much.”
“For God’s sake, don’t drop anything. I’d hate to have to kill someone in my own damn club.”
I let out a laugh, and he pulls me close, staring into my eyes hungrily as he touches my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Are you ready to unravel with me, stray?”
“Always.”
My heels click across the paved walkway, and I’m both excited and nervous as Alexius clutches my hand tightly. The double doors open, and we enter the building, chills zapping up and down my skin.
There’s no way I can stop myself from gasping as I take it all in. High, coffered ceilings with crown moldings create the illusion of endless space, and the double-story chandelier lights scatter off the rows of crystals, reflecting on the stark white walls and marbled floors like drops of gold.
“This place is exquisite, Alexius,” I remark in awe.
“We like to hide our sins with wealth.” He smirks, and I nudge him lightly. A man wearing the same full-black attire as Alexius waits for us at the edge of the stairs.
“Gabriel,” Alexius greets, and they shake hands.
Gabriel simply looks my way and nods, and I remember Alexius’ rule.Do not speak to anyone. My guess is our host is aware of this rule, which is why he chooses silence when greeting me. For a moment, I’m stunned by Gabriel’s cobalt blue eyes illuminated by the chandelier's light. Not even his mask can suppress their brilliance. There’s a force around this man that makes it hard to look away; a powerful authority that reaches for you, demanding all your attention.
“We’re about to start. Please follow me.”
I glance at Alexius as we walk down the flight of stairs, the gold rails decorated with intricate filigree. There’s a door to our right that we enter, walking into an area that’s dimly lit, the paneled walls a bold velvet red. We’re at a top level, standing by the railing and gazing down at a group of women listening intently to the hostess, and by the sound of it, she’s telling them the rules.
“As I said before, you do not choose your Dom. The Dom chooses his submissive.” I’m sure if melted chocolate had a sound, it would be this woman’s voice. “There are six Doms here tonight, and as there are so many of you, some of you will not get to go up those stairs tonight, depending if you get chosen or not. I feel it necessary to stress the fact that if you are unhappy with the one who chose you, you are free to leave. But if you do, you will never be allowed to attend again, and once you walk out of here tonight, you will live like this place does not exist.”