Page 106 of Unorthodox
I shrug out of her grip and bring the glass of whiskey to my lips as I wait for Addison to catch up. I watch her take everything in inside Luca’s entertainment room.
There are women on leashes in here, some with tails, naked save for that alone. There are women being used as furniture—a few feet from me, a busty blonde is on her hands and knees while a man ashes out his cigar on her back and chats with a few men seated beside him on a black leather couch.
There’s a man covered head-to-toe in spandex except for his flaccid cock, and he’s lying on his back like a rug while his master crosses his feet over him, shoes on the slave’s chest.
I imagine Addison’s father must have had parties like this, because as she keeps her shoulders back, her posture proud, she doesn’t bat an eye.
She comes to stand beside me, and I feel the tension between her and Evora as the two women stare at one another. I’m under no illusion that Addison wantsme, but she knows Evora doesn’t like her. As compassionate as she might be, Addison isn’t a pushover. Even I can admit that.
Which is why I’m not entirely surprised when she clears her throat, turns to face me, and asks, “Can I get a drink?”
I stare at her a minute, drinking in her cold gaze, her green eyes fixed to mine. I see a few people glance her way as they walk behind her, drinks in hand.
I want to wrap my arm around her. Want to get her the fuck out of here.
But I don’t.
Instead, I scope out the manned bar over my shoulder, see it’s nearly empty—waiters are walking around with trays full of drinks—and nod once. “Wait there.”
She starts to walk past me, but I grab her arm, jerking her close to me.
“I mean it, Addison. Don’t wander, and don’t make a fucking scene.” Then I let her go.
A drunk Addison will be easier to lead away when I’m done here. And the thought of her drunk...of herwantingme instead of hating me, it has a strange allure. Especially considering we’ve already gotten past the problem of her pesky virginity.
That thought sends rage coursing through me, strangled with a sense of anxiety.
If the wrong person finds out, I might have put Ollie at risk.
Sheput Ollie at risk.
“What’s wrong?” Evora asks from beside me, her voice a breathy whisper. I almost wish I hadn’t brought her. It’s never good to mix business and pleasure.
I could tell Evora to leave but being around all of these kinks is making my dick hard, and I’m going to need her later.
I turn to her, taking my eyes off of Addison for one moment. I don’t answer Evora, but she must correctly read the look in my eye, because she steps back from me, giving me space.
I glance at Addison again, think of my finger down her throat in my car. The dampness between her thighs. The way I made her see her body as a traitor. She didn’t want to fuck me. Bodies are strange, the way they react with lust to things our minds comprehend as terror. I’m not a boy. I know that.
I remember how my dick would get hard when my father’s men toyed with me.
I remember how I’d come too, even when I could taste my own blood in my mouth. Even when my face was swollen to twice its usual size because of how hard they had hit me.
I’d still come underneath their hands.
In their mouth, if they really wanted me to hate myself.
Addison doesn’t want me. But getting her to think she did, making her believe she can’t trust even herself…it’s another way to manipulate her.
Now, I watch a man in a dark grey suit offer her a drink at the manned bar in the corner of the room. The entertainment room is decked out with a few couches, a television—currently off—that takes up an entire wall, a floor-to-ceiling sound system, a pool table, and a circular booth with a dance floor off to one side of the room.
Luca spends money like there’s not enough in the world to quench his thirst. We’re not the same in that regard. I’m not addicted to luxury.
Instead, I like safety.
Usefulness. A TV the size of a wall isn’t fucking useful.
Evora puts her hand on my chest, trying again with me. Her black nails glisten in the dim lights overhead as my eyes stay glued to Addison’s.
