Page 80 of Paved in Venom

Danil lets out a soft groan that only I can hear before he turns and says, “Hey, Oleg.”

Oleg grins down at Danil, and I try very hard to not laugh. He’s standing with two women on either side of him. His arms are wrapped around their waists like he’s the fucking king of some harem. Two men who have the same dark blond hair as Oleg and similar face structures are standing right behind him. They’ve got to be his brothers.

Danil looks at the men sitting across from us. “This is Oleg Barinov and his brothers, Alexei and Ivan.” Pointing at David he goes down the line and says, “This is David, Aaron, and Chris, good friends of ours.”

Oleg almost looks jealous when Danil says that, and if I wasn’t watching him drag his finger up this poor girl’s ass crack right now, I might actually feel sorry for him.

“Who’s she?” Oleg asks, looking down at me. “Is she one of ours?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Danil says. “She doesn’t work here.”

By calling me his girlfriend, he’s letting the other men know that the Barinov brothers are clueless as to what’s really going on, and when they all sit down and join us, the conversation turns to other things, mainly the women and how fucking hot they all are.

The plus side to having the Barinov brothers with us is that I’m supposed to be Danil’s girlfriend and not the woman he bought at an auction. Danil leans closer and whispers in my ear, “They all think I’m giving you an order to act like my girlfriend.” The heat of his breath tickles my ear, sending spine-tingling waves of pleasure through my body. “But really I just want to tell you how badly I wish I could fuck you right now.” His tongue runs over my earlobe before he gives it a soft suck.

I whisper a “Yes, please,” that has him smiling against my skin and letting out a soft laugh.

“Soon, sladkaya, and then you can come all over my cock again like the good girl you are.”

His fingers are already pressing against my inner wrist, and when he feels my heart speed up, he lets out another soft laugh. “I love how fucking hungry you always are for me.”

He runs his tongue up my neck before kissing my cheek. I pull back and fill myself up with the heated look he’s giving me, savoring this private moment before we’re forced to turn our attention back to the others when Vitaly walks over and everyone starts congratulating him.

Vitaly smiles and I can tell how damn proud he is at the turnout tonight. Looking down onto the first floor, I can see how packed the place has become, and there’s no doubt that he’s easily tripled this club’s income. I can imagine the dive this club must’ve been with sleazy Oleg in charge.

Danil runs his hand up my ankle and calf, dancing his fingers across my knee before trailing up my thigh. He dips his fingers just under my dress before sliding all the way back down to my ankle again. I cup his face and kiss his cheek, reveling in my freedom to do so. I hope Oleg and his brothers stay here all damn night.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whisper against his stubbled cheek.

“Good,” he whispers back and slides his fingers under my dress again.

He keeps teasing me with soft strokes and featherlight touches until I’m squirming in his lap and my heart is racing beneath the thumb that’s still pressed to my inner wrist. Danil is like a drug. He’s in my system, in every single part of me, and if I go too long without him, I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s probably not healthy to need and want him this badly, but I’m powerless to stop it. Looking into his familiar grey eyes, I know that even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t want to.

We spend the next couple of hours at the club. Eventually, the congressmen come back with big smiles on their faces and nothing but praise for their new favorite club. Oleg and his brothers stick around, so I don’t have to pretend to be his docile pet in front of everyone. I still keep quiet because if I act too happy it’s just going to be suspicious, but at least I can smile at him now and relax a little bit. We end up ordering supper, and when the plates of food arrive, I try to scoot off Danil’s lap, but he holds me tight, keeping me right where he wants me. I laugh when he insists on feeding me the steak. The second the juicy, tender meat hits my tongue, I let out a soft moan. It’s damn good. I’ve never been served food before by a woman with sparkly pasties, but first time for everything, I guess.

“You know I can feed myself, right?” I tell him when he cuts off another piece for me.

The corner of his mouth lifts as he gives me that sexy smirk of his. “Where’s the fun in that? I like to take care of you.” He holds the piece of steak to my lips. “So let me take care of you, sladkaya.”

I wrap my lips around the fork and let him feed me. He smiles at my obedience, and a warmth floods me at seeing it. Yeah, I’ve got it fucking bad.

He feeds me until my plate is empty and he’s satisfied I’ve had enough, and only then does he take a bite for himself. Chris and David have been watching us, and I know they can’t understand the kindness Danil is showing me, and a part of me hopes that maybe they’ll realize you don’t have to treat women like shit or like objects whose sole purpose in life is to be fucked by them. In their eyes, Danil bought me and he can do whatever the hell he wants with me, so for them to see that he’s actually choosing to be kind, well, I can tell it confuses the fuck out of them.

I look over at Danil’s brothers. Vitaly’s gone back to mingling with people downstairs, Matvey’s looking miserable and more than ready to get the fuck away from everyone, Lev is laughing at something Chris’s just said, but I can see the tension in his face, and I’m guessing he just really wants to punch the guy, and Roman is sending a quick text to Emily. He’s been glancing at his phone all night, and I know he’s eager to get back to her, so I’m not surprised when he says something to Matvey in Russian before they both scoot their chairs back.

“We need to get going,” Roman says in English, “but I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”

“I’m sure you will,” David says with a laugh. He runs his hands over the woman in his lap while she smiles and rocks her hips. “I think I’m going to be a regular guest here.”

“Me too,” Chris says, waving over a young brunette who looks like she probably turned eighteen last week. “Tell my daughter to call me.”

Roman’s face hardens and his tone isn’t nearly as friendly when he says, “I will not. She’ll call if she wants to talk to you.”

Chris laughs and pulls the brunette into his lap. “My son-in-law has such a temper,” he tells her before pawing at her tits like a goddamn buffoon.

Roman ignores him and says something to Danil and Lev in Russian. Danil answers him and then whispers in my ear, “We’ll leave soon, baby. I promise.”

I nod and kiss his cheek, eager to get back home with him. After Roman and Matvey walk away, Danil starts talking to David again while I tap out a tune on his thigh. I can hear it in my head, the notes crystal clear, just like they sound on that gorgeous piano he bought for me. Smiling, I rest my head on his shoulder and lose myself in his scent and the song I’m secretly composing in my head.

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