Page 23 of The Sins That Bleed
“For not being a gentleman.” He gives a pointed glance at where he’s assisting Sunny up the stairs and gestures with his head to Valeska, making a suggestive face that he knew exactly what I’d been looking at.
I roll my eyes and turn back, carrying on my ascent, but not before he scolds me. “Behave yourself, princess, before you get us kicked out of here.”
I don’t bother to argue with him about how desperate he’d been to do just that not so long ago. Valeska is no longer in sight, and I find myself climbing quicker so I can feast my eyes on her again. I round the corner after reaching the top and find myself before another set of doors.
They’re intricately carved with anguished faces of humans amid torture. I pause, not believing she would have something so morbid even though she screams danger. Once I get a better look, I realize they are not reacting to torture, but lust. Each carving is a human in the throes of passion, couples holding each other, fingers slipping between thighs.
I move into the room quickly, not wanting to be caught staring. It doesn’t help with the desire coiling inside me like a serpent, it only makes me more desperate to be cleansed with pleasure. I picture Valeska and me in those positions, and I’m thrumming with the need to touch her again.
Dotted about the room are couches and tables, placed underneath large chandeliers that give the room a decadent Gothic atmosphere. With its own private bar and dancefloor, it has anything a private party would need.
“Come on in, mon chéri. Make yourself comfortable.”
She’s standing in front of a large window that looks down into the club, not bothering to turn around as she assesses the room below. The image of her silhouette framed by the pulsing red lights, while her dress lights up and sparkles, is engrained into my memory.
“Wow, this place is so cool, Lady V!” Nico’s cheery voice severs the thread pulling me to her.
I expect her to be pissed off with my partner for shortening her name, but she surprises me by giving him a warm smile. “Thank you petite fille. Sunny and I worked together on the design. You should tell him about the sound system you found, Sunny. it’s why it feels like the music is inside you when you’re out there.”
She taps her chest with a sharp manicured nail as she speaks, and I want to know what it feels like to have her nails dragged over my skin.
I see Nico’s face light up like it’s Christmas Day, and I know I’ve lost him for the night. I hear him asking her to tell him all about it. I watch as Sunny pulls him through a door on the opposite side to where we came in, the music swelling as it slips through momentarily.
“It’s an extension of the VIP area that’s not behind glass. Feel free to join them for drinks if you wish. There are couches if you prefer to sit, or a section for dancing, depending on what you’re in the mood for, agent.”
Valeska speaks over her shoulder, effectively dismissing me. I’m not sure why she’s trying to put some distance between us when we both know it’s inevitable that we will come together. Our magnetic pull is beyond our control now.
“Ma’am, do you require anything else for your guests?” the crimson-clad man asks from the open doorway. The way he speaks to her is so familiar and it makes me green with envy. I want to be the one giving her what she needs. The compulsion to mark her and claim her as my own is seismic and I need to do it now.
I don’t care if I’m being ridiculous or that I might hate myself more after.
“That will be all, Zyon, thank you,” She practically purrs at him.
My hands clench into fists as I grapple with my jealousy. I hear the doors snick shut, confirming we’re alone. My feet move before I can think it through and I’m behind her once again, hands pressed to either side of her on the glass as I run my nose up her neck.
She smells incredible, the hint of cherry clinging to her silky-soft flesh is enough to drive me insane. Valeska doesn’t move an inch, letting me soak her in and hold the control over her that I need.
“You’ve hexed me, mon cauchemar, and now I must take something from you.” I nibble her ear and she tilts her head to give me better access. “I’m going to make you come right here, in front of your patrons, pressed to the glass as you shatter on my cock.”
I remove my hands from the glass and snake them around her body to palm her perfect breasts, cupping and massaging them over her dress as I suck the column of her throat. I continue where I left off in the elevator earlier, pinching and rolling her nipples through the diamantes covering them until she finally gives me a gasp of pleasure.
“That’s right, I own your pleasure now.”
Her hips rock back into my cock, but I step back to stop her. To her credit she doesn’t turn around, she stays still and it’s obvious to me that she understands the game I want to play. I resume playing with her before trailing my hands up to her shoulders.
I gently peel the thin glittering straps down her arms and marvel at the way they glide over her moonlight-pale skin, only stopping when they rest in the crook of her elbows, exposing her chest. I get a thrill that we could be walked in on at any time, butI can’t bring myself to care—let them see her in all her wicked beauty.
“Turn around, mon cauchemar, I want to see you,” I grit out.
She does as she’s told, but agonisingly slowly. With each flash of crimson light, I see more of her come into view—the swell of her breast, a nipple that is achingly hard and ready to be played with until she is revealed to me.
She is utter perfection.
I hum in appreciation as my mouth waters at how sexy she is. She hasn’t said a word to me but lust sizzles between us. I take my time drinking in the sight of her, not knowing if I’ll ever see her like this again.
She watches me with no expression on her face except for the lust swirling in her eyes, not wanting to give me anything else other than this moment of control. I trace my fingers up her arms and over her creamy shoulders, down the front of her chest and between her breasts, tracing the curve of them and watching her nipples pull tighter.
“These tits are begging to be played with, to be pulled and twisted. I’m not going to be gentle with you, mon cauchemar.”
