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But I would have been lying if I said the thought of being that womandidn’t excite me.
More than I wanted to admit.
“This is...amazing,” I replied, not tearing my gaze away from the woman on the stage.
Her eyes squeezed closed as the pleasure consumed her, her groansgrowinglouder over the appreciative mumbles of thecrowd. Her breasts jiggled ferociously from how hard the manpoundedinto her, his hands digging into her hips in a bruising grip as he used her however he wanted.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I let mygazeroam up his athletic,olive-skinned body,findinghis sculpted abs glistening with sweat. His muscular pecs were solid, and when the light from thesingular red spotlight above thestagelitup his nipple piercings, the weirdest thought popped into my head.
What would it be like to twirl my tongue around those piercings?
When mygazereached his face, a small gasp left me, and my blood turnedto molten lava.Insteadoffindingthe man concentrating on the woman he wasfucking, hisattentionwas firmly on someone else.
Me.
For a moment, the rest of theclubdisappeared as his dark eyes locked onmine,trapping me to the spot at the front of thestageand making it impossible to breathe. My heartpoundedfiercely, and I was helpless to do anything butstareback.
He was, without doubt, the most stunning man I’d ever laid eyes on. Hisdark brown hair, tousled and messy with sweat, almost reached hisshoulders, longer than what mostguyswore their hair, but it suited his chiseled face and strong jawline.
Hisbrowspulled together in a frown as hecontinuedto plow into themoaning woman, yet his heatedgazewas still fixed on me. My core clenched from the intensity of hisstare, and as he held my eyes, I couldn’t stop animagefrom materializing in my mind, sending my pulse into a frenzy.
An image of me on the stage, being fucked from behind by the man while the audience looked on.
Not just fucked.
Claimed.
Owned.
An unfamiliar feeling tightened in my stomach. I had been attracted to boys before, but no one hadeverelicited this kind of reaction deep inside me. A heavy ache settled between my legs as heat crept up my cheeks.
As if the man knew where my mind had gone, a salacious grin curledhis full lips, and if it were possible, his eyes darkened more. I shifted on the balls of my feet in anattemptto alleviate thegrowingpressure between my thighs,hopingthe material of my now-damp silk panties might offer some friction, but it was to no avail.
I may have been a virgin, but itwasn’tlike I’d never touched myself.I’d lost count of the number of times I’dgivenmyself an orgasm while watching porn, but it was never enough. An itch that couldn’t be scratched.
Not that I could allow that itch to be scratched tonight.
I swallowed nervously, finally pulling mygazeaway from the man, andreminding myself that while I had allowed myself one night to be someone Iwasn’t, I couldn’t cross a line.
Even if I had the courage to get on the stage and ask the man to fuck me, I couldn’t lose my virginity in a club with a complete stranger.
No, the man who took my virginity would be myhusband. A man chosen by mypapa, regardless of whether I wasattractedto him or not, and if I daredlosemy innocence before that moment, the consequences weren’t worth thinking about.
My anxiety over myfuturehad grown exponentially in thelead-up toturningseventeenfour weeks ago, and even though my next birthday was still a year away, I was already dreading it.
For as long as I could remember,Papahad told me that as soon as I turnedeighteen, he could marry me off to whoever hedamnwell pleased in order to strengthen our family’s connections.
I grew up knowing that when the day came, I wouldn’t be marrying for love.I’d be trapped in a marriage to a man who was happy to mess around behind his wife’s back because he didn’t believe in monogamy. A man who didn’t think twice about beating his wife if she refused to spread her legs for himwheneverheorderedher to.
A man who would ruin me.
I may have had another year to wait, butPapawas already making his plans.Rafehad called me a few weeks ago to tell me that when I returned home for the summer,Papawanted me to meet a whole host of potential suitors. The call had been the final push Ineededto go along withKat’scrazyplanand allow myself one night of freedom before it was too late.
I shook away the dread threatening toruinmy fun.Katand I had goneto too much trouble to make sure I could fly home withoutPapaknowing, and I’d be damned if I was going to let himruinsomething else in my life.
So, no. Iwasn’tgoing tolosemy virginity in asexclub, nor was I going tomeet the man who one day, I might fall in love with, but I sure as hell was going toenjoymy night.
“Come on, there’s another room I want tocheckout. The BDSMroom,”Katsaid, wiggling herbrowsand taking my hand, pulling me from my darkening thoughts.
