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“That wasn’t funny,” Rai grumbles at me, but my mouth splits into a wide grin.
“I rather enjoyed your reaction to me, although it doesn’t beat the other?—”
“I regret saying anything.” He cuts me off from exposing that I enjoyed seeing him on his knees for me.
Before I can say anything back, we reach the elevator and the doors open immediately, I step into the extravagant car and stand toward the back to make room for everyone. To my surprise, Rai stands right beside me, his huge frame taking up space and making me feel petite next to him.
Sunny and Nico stand toward the front, facing the doors as she hits the button for the nightclub. They talk quietly together, picking up on where their conversation had left off like no time passed.
I’m distracted from their conversation when I feel Rai’s hand move behind me, fingers ghosting my bare back as if he can’t fight the urge to touch me. I let him explore, the desire from when we’d been alone in my office coming straight back to me.
His hand curls around my hip and up my side. I move my arm out of the way, gripping the bar behind me to give him more access. His hand explores the curve of my breast, cupping me through my dress, and my nipple hardens.
I swallow my gasp as his fingers pinch my nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling the sensitive bud between them as the diamantes bunch and scratch me, sending spikes of pleasure to my core. I move my hand to grasp him through his jeans, but he snags my wrist with his free hand to still me.
This time, he’s the one in control and I am helpless to stop him from taking what he needs from me.
Well, I let him think that. But before he can do anything else, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. The loud pumping base of music filling the small space.
I slip away from his touch and turn to look at our makeshift team. “Welcome to Screamers.”
CHAPTER 11
On Display
RAI
The bass pounds through my chest, thumping in time to the frantic rhythm of my heart.
Being interrupted for the second time, when all I want to do is explore Valeska’s body, is infuriating. Her depraved aura calls to me, pulsing through my flesh until I have to find a way to be near her or touch her.
I want to cut my own hands off.
She’s making me a desperate man, scouring each corner of the club in between the pulsing red lights as they flash to see which one I can get her into and sink my fingers into her tight pussy, giving her a glimpse of what I’ll be doing to her with my cock.
“This way, ma’am.”
A stocky man with gold beads glinting in his long locs addresses Valeska. He’s wearing an impeccable suit that has to be custom. It moulds to his body, showcasing the strength he carries whilst wrapped in silky crimson material, gold-and-black veins running over the waistcoat visible under his open jacket with each pulse of light.
I need to ask him who his tailor is.
Valeska nods and he leads us to the left side of the club, dodging the huge dancefloor in the middle where people grind and rub against each other to the sultry track. The DJ on the back wall looks like she is casting a spell over them all, keeping them locked in a devilish trance.
“Please enter, sir.” The impeccably dressed man gestures to me where I linger on the threshold, a lilting accent coating his words.
I tear my gaze from the scene behind me—from people sucking on each other’s necks whilst their hands freely roam, to the red roses bunched together throughout the space, their scent permeating the air as it mixes with sweat and the promise of sex.
I cross into the dimly lit room and I can’t help but wonder why everywhere in this building is so fuckingdark. I glance over my shoulder at Nico, but he’s enjoying himself, all traces of worry gone from his face as he beams at the petite woman holding onto his arm.
I can’t help the smile at seeing him so enraptured with Sunny. It’s been a while since someone has held his attention for so long.
I search for Valeska and find her watching me. She clocks my smile, which I instantly wipe off my face. Pursing her lips, she turns and ascends a small staircase I didn’t notice before.
The man escorting us waits at the bottom as we pass through before closing the doors and dampening the music. I indulge myself, watching Valeska’s hips sway with the movement of climbing the stairs in front of me. The motion hypnotises me, the very essence of her luring me in to soothe me, to make me desire her.
I’m smacked on the back of my head and I turn to look down at Nico. Being on stairs is the only time I’m ever taller than him.
“Ow, what was that for?” I rub the sore spot where he hit me.
