I protested, of course, but we had so much fun online shopping and filling the entire closet with anything I could want. They wanted to make sure I never wanted for anything again, materialistic items or love, showering me with both daily.
“Thank goodness I don’t have to figure out what to wear, or I’d definitely miss my ride.” I giggle softly as I unzip the garment bag. Hanging on the hanger is a thin, translucent, high-neck minidress in blush. “See-through, huh?” I snort before pulling the dress off the hanger and pulling it over my head. The dress fits me perfectly, hugging all my curves.
After taking one final look in the mirror, I cross the space to my bedroom door and yank it open. “Ready.”
“You clean up good, CeCe. Your men won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
“I’m assuming that’s the plan.” We both giggle softly as I follow her down to the car, and we head straight to Club Sin.
My skin prickles with excitement as we get closer. I’ve never been to the club as a client and have no idea what to expect. As employees, we all had to read the rules and sign the same disclosure agreements as clients, but this is different. This is my men letting me have the last final piece of them. The things we do at the house will be nothing compared to what I’ll experience behind those walls, I’m sure of it.
Since I’m with Lyra, we go to the employee entrance in the back. “Where is everyone?” The staff room is usually full of people running in and out, but it's surprisingly empty.
“Everyone has the night off. I’m only here to check you in, and then I’m leaving.” She winks at me before swinging the door open, and we enter the club.
“Wait a minute, Club Sin is closed?”
“Closed? No, more like rented out for a private party.”
My mouth gapes open in shock as she grabs my hand, pulling me toward the front desk. She makes quick work of checking me in as a guest and has me sign the disclosure agreements, since I’m here as a client.
“Head into the dining room. Your men are there waiting for you.” She flashes me a smile before giving me a small shove in that direction.
Taking a deep breath, I adjust my dress and head through the door. Soft music plays as I look around, locking eyes with Salvatore across the room, and I forget to breathe. I never tire of seeing my men in three-piece suits, tailored perfectly to fit their bodies. Salvatore whispers something to Antonio and Matteo before pushing back from the table and striding toward me. “You’re breathtaking.”
“You don’t look half-bad yourself.” I smile as he leans down, capturing my mouth with his.
“You can’t keep her all to yourself,” Antonio grumbles before pulling me away from his brothers and planting a gentle kiss on my lips and threading our fingers together, leading me toward a table in the center of the room.
Matteo remains seated, as if he’s rooted in place, but his eyes remain locked with mine. “I’m not so hungry for food anymore.”
“Neither am I,” Antonio and Salvatore respond in unison.
“What are you hungry for?” I whisper, pulling my dress over my head and dropping it to the ground.
All three of them groan as I spin around, head back out the door, and go directly up the stairs. The club is quieter than it’s ever been, and it’s both nerve-wracking and empowering. I can feel their eyes on me, caressing my skin as I make my way up the stairs.
I head directly to room twenty-three and walk in, leaving it open behind me, inviting him to follow me inside. The room looks very different from the first time I was here. A large bed has been placed in the center with a spotlight pointing directly at it, illuminating it completely. The rest of the room is in complete darkness. I run my fingers along the edge of the bed before taking a seat, crossing my bare legs.
“Are you hungry for me?”
“Always.” The deep timbre of Antonio’s voice caresses my skin, causing my core to tighten, wetness pooling between my legs.
Antonio clenches his jaw tight as he prowls forward, making his way into the room, inching closer and closer. “Carissima.”
His large frame towers over me, the smell of soap and cedar enveloping my senses. I close my eyes and inhale, wanting to commit this moment to memory.
“Please,” he groans as he pins my body to the bed and buries his nose in my neck.
Antonio pulls back slightly, allowing my eyes to take in the masterpiece standing before me, with his sharp jawline and black perfectly crafted tattoos.
“You’re such a bad girl,carissima.”Antonio’s lips curl up into a smirk as his hand grips my leg, pulling it up and over his hip. “We want to wine and dine you, make you feel special before we claimed you in this room. The room where everything started, but you made it hard.”
His hips thrust forward, grinding his cock into my cunt. I lick my lips in anticipation as Antonio leans forward, bringing us even closer together.
“Bad girls deserve to be punished.” He places both his hands on the bed behind me, caging me.
“And whose job is it to punish me?”