We reach the bottom where another door greets us. This time I pound three times.
“Christos?!” Helena swings the door wide. “You must be Jessie? Welcome to heaven or hell. Sometimes this place is both,” she shrugs, beckoning us forward.
“Um, Christos? She scares the shit out of me. Can I use my safe word now?”
I lean down arching my eyebrow, “Now do you understand why Alex freaked out last summer?”
“This-this is... I have no words,” she breathes, clasping a hand to her throat.
“I should’ve collared you. Then every man here would know you belong to me.”
“Just because the collar’s not on…doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
I grab her fast, pushing her against the rough stone wall. “You were fucking made for me,agápe.” I capture her lips, grab the hem of her dress until it bunches just below her hips and hook her legs around my waist. She gasps in my ear as my belt buckle slams against her cunt where my brand of ownership lays hidden in her folds.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips. My kiss is brutal, my palm locks her face in place as I thoroughly fuck her mouth with my tongue. It’s a clear signal to everyone in here that this woman is mine.
My fingers skim the damp lace at her core, finding their way inside. She’s hot silk; burning wet for me. My thumb flicks down, then presses her piercing hard. “Behave in here. Promise me?”
“Yes, master.”
I grunt, rewarding her by circling her swollen clit then hitting her G-spot with my fingers as they enter her. I dip my head, tongue swirling over her creamy cleavage pushed high by the tight bodice of her dress. “How far do you want to go tonight? Will you trust me? Let me take you deeper inside the dark underworld I spent my life living in before you?”
“Is she here?”
“No. You’ll never cross paths with anyone from my past again.”
“Then take me. Take me all the way inside.”
“That’s my girl,” I whisper, pulling my hand out to slap her dripping folds. She gasps as the pain also vibrates pleasure through her core.
Unhooking her legs, I slide her gown back down. “Let’s go then.”
We pass couples fucking in corners. Sometimes men on men, women on women…hell anything goes when Alex is the host. Jessie takes it all in; not at all ashamed as she stares at the carnal pleasure surrounding us.
I halt noticing the dark man fully dressed in his impeccable suit, smoking a cigar with a glass of whiskey in hand. “Don’t.” Jessie pleads, grabbing my sleeve. But he needs to stop looking at her…wanting what could’ve been if he saw her first.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I was invited.” He drawls, ignoring me and watching my woman with a smirk on his lips. My fist clenches ready to swing.
“No, Christos.” Her hand is at my elbow.
I stalk forward getting in Dimitri’s face. “Don’t fuck with what’s mine.”
“I already did, or have you forgotten?”
She inhales sharply, placing both arms around me, pressing me back. “Let it go. I’m yours. All yours.”
My jaw clenches, the veins in my neck popping. But I promised her I’d control my emotions. Dimitri is baiting me, hoping to get under my skin, in a desperate play to somehow score points with her.
I take her hand knocking my shoulder against him as we pass by. “Christos. Take me. Here in this room. Make him watch.”
I inhale sharply, needing to do it, too. “You really get me don’t you, my dove? I have my emotions but I’m still dark as sin. I’m stillEl Diablo.”
“I know exactly who you are. I’d never choose him. Make me feel like your date. Remember the night I watched you with her in Capri? You set me free Christos. Made me understand that it’s okay to want to be the girl who gets fucked in the corner of a club by her lover without feeling shame.”
I know he’s watching as I pin her against a corner. My hands skim up her back, slowly unzipping her dress. She steps out of it, wearing a lace garter set. I take my suit jacket off, methodically folding it and setting it down on a stone. I roll my shirt sleeves up to my elbows, then tongue her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Her head falls back, her lips part showing that sexy as fuck gap between her two front teeth.