Page 26 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

Chapter Ten

Harper

We entereda large ballroom and at first I only saw a large crowd of men in dark suits and women in various elegant wear that ranged from skimpy to elegant. The room itself was beautifully appointed in soothing creams and panels of silk adorning the walls. While I was half tempted to reach up and touch them to be sure, I knew that I would discover nothing but the real deal.

There was no way any expense would be spared in a space like this. There were bars sporadically placed around the room, each with no less than three attendants to serve guests. It was a sweet setup and I could imagine the size of the contract the catering company received.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts of business and what kind of money would be involved in a party like this that it took me longer to notice the entertainment. At first my brain only registered the many onlookers and their conversations, but eventually a feminine moan caught my attention. As I turned in that direction, Alex wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to his side.

With a firm hand gripping my hip and the welcoming heat of his hard body against mine, I got my first glimpse of the stage tables with the male and female performers. Tall, naked men with horned animal masks covering their faces and fully nude females with masks similar to mine were—well, they were fucking.

There were a lot of other words going through my mind as well. Crazy. Outrageous. Erotic. Freaky. In fact, the overload of imagery in my thoughts made it difficult to breathe. There were at least three men in masks surrounded by twice as many women and all of them were engaged.

While I was a little shocked by the animalistic display, the masked crowd seemed unfazed by all of it. Obviously some of the couples were affected as evidenced by roaming hands and mouths, while most simply drank and chatted with the others around them.

Before my first visit to the Glass Kat Club I would’ve never described myself as a voyeur. However, circumstances may have changed. I was enthralled with the three people then and almost as mesmerized by the group events unfolding in front of me now.

Through those first few minutes I tried to take it all in, Alex held me tight. Making sure I was close, he made me comfortable. Kept me safe. He made it okay to observe without worry.

That was easily the coolest part of this decadent night. Alex afforded me a strange sense of freedom when we were together. I got the sense that no sexual desire would be ridiculed, or too much to ask. It was almost breathtaking. Not to mention a complete turn on.

I turned and whispered in his ear. “Is this some sort of orgy?”

“No. Not exactly. Our host simply enjoys shocking people. Every party he hosts has a different theme, but is no less visually stimulating.”

“That’s one word I guess.”

He leaned forward, his breath caressing my ear causing a shiver. “Trust me. If we were on Russian soil and Viktor was hosting a party, I would not take you. There are some things you can never un-see.”

I bit my lips to hold back my laugh, although I could hardly believe under the circumstances I was laughing.

“Why would we come here if you don’t like his parties?”

“Ahh, but I never said I didn’t like them. I only meant not everyone can handle Viktor’s level of deviance. The man is about as twisted as they come. But he also has more disposable income than any other man in the world and he happens to enjoy investing in diverse projects.”

“So we’re here to network?”

“No, kitten, we’re here because I think you like to watch. And I like to watch you.” The hand gripping my hip slid up my side before cupping my breast gently. “And I’m especially enjoying your aversion to undergarments.”

My heart beat faster, my breath came out as a pant. “It’s not that I don’t like them per se. It just so happens that I can’t wear this dress with a bra.” It was true, of course that was the whole reason I chose this dress in particular. I liked the way the halter style cupped and lifted.

“And the panties? Do those not work with this dress either?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining.” He pinched my nipple with a light squeeze.

“No, that was all me. I didn’t want to risk going home alone again.”

I felt his tension in the way his body suddenly froze. With my back to his front I couldn’t see what was going on with them, but it was something. I should’ve said something, but what? I put myself out there enough already. How many more ways did I have to say I wanted him?

A low sound began to form in his chest. Barely audible, but the vibration of it clear against my back. He flipped me around so that I faced him and his hands wrapped around my neck. His thumbs angled my head until our gazes collided and what I saw there definitely took my breath away.

Alex’s eyes were darker than before. More intense. And that sound continued, making all of my nerve endings stand at attention. My nipples too. They were hardest pebbles and aching for his touch.

“You’re never going home alone again if I have anything to say about it.”

My heart stuttered, but before I could form any kind of response, he took my mouth. There were simply no other words to describe it. This was no kiss. With his hands still tangled around my neck and the pressure of his lips forcing me to open, he claimed me.

Desire burned through my body and straight to my soul. White hot and needy. I have no idea how this is happening so fast, but I can feel it one hundred percent. I am falling fast and I’m willing to do anything to get more.

Lucky for me, Alex had his own plans. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t stop there. His lips slide down to my chin, my neck, and in between my breasts. I can barely breathe but that’s okay because I don’t want him to stop. Ever.

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