Page 61 of Obsessed with Her

She’s barely breathing.I can feel it because I run a hand up her abdomen, and the movement Serenity makes to draw in air is as smooth as the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, running my lips over the shell of her ear. She shudders against me, unconsciously pushing her body back, searching for friction.

"I was looking for the bathroom."

"I know, but when you came in and saw that it wasn't here, you continued watching. Is that what you want to do? To watch?"

Instead of answering me, she responds with another question, "Who are they?"

"A couple, otherwise they wouldn't be touching."

Even though she speaks to me, I know she is focused on the scene unfolding in front of us. "Why not?"

"SIN is not a brothel. In part, it's a regular, elite nightclub, but there are rooms like the one you see here, where people come to fulfill fantasies."

"And what's their deal?"

"To be watched. Now, tell me if you want to stay or leave, Serenity."

"I . . . um . . . want to stay . . . for a while."

I walk forward, to the glass, taking her with me, our bodies pressed together.

I choose one of the high chairs, since the viewfinder starts at my waist line. I sit down, pulling her onto my lap.

"What are we doing?"

“Getting comfortable,” I reply.

That is the biggest fucking lie in the world. From the moment I saw her dance, comfort was the last thing I was feeling.

Since she got on the dance floor, I’ve spent every moment with an erection. When she left to go to the bathroom, I had no intention of taking advantage of her in a private place. I was worried because she was taking too long. Although it is rare, it may happen that a client goes overboard and tries to force himself on a woman. Since we opened, there have only been two episodes: one of them with Madison, in which the guy tried to get on stage while she was dancing. Zeus went crazy, and the son of a bitch was cast out for good. The second case was similar and had the same ending, but in general, anyone who comes here knows that if they cross the line, they will be out, with no second chance to get back in.

Either way, I'll never take any chances where Serenity is concerned.

She is inexperienced, with only one boyfriend in her past as far as I know, but is she aware of how sexy she is, how hot she is? I would bet not. Nothing about her is rehearsed. She makes no effort to seduce and yet she leaves any male—with the exception of my brothers, who are already tamed—wanting to lie down on the floor so she can climb over them.

I look at the couple's performance and try to imagine what she sees. At the moment, they are not doing anything major.Despite being naked, the guy is just giving his partner a sensual body massage.

Serenity is rigid in my lap, and I grip her face, forcing her to look back at me.

"One word from you and we leave."

In the semi-darkness of the room, the blue of her eyes is even deeper. "I want to stay." She turns around again and leans forward, hands flat on the glass. "You said they like to be watched. Is that what you like?

"No. I don't share my partners, not even visually. That doesn't turn me on."

"And watching—do you like that?"

"Not particularly." I lean forward and bite her ear. "But I'm turned on from wondering whether you are wet from watching him touch her."

"Are you sure they can't see us?"

"Yes I am. Is that what you're afraid of? Not of sitting on my lap watching a couple about to fuck?"

"You have a dirty mouth."

"Verydirty." I lift her hair and bite the back of her neck. She rolls her hips in my lap.

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