Page 16 of Velvet Venom

“I came out tonight fully intending to enjoy my last few nights of freedom before I’m once again locked into my glass cage.” I stare into the bubbles of my drink and take another sip before continuing.

“You feel like a prisoner at home?” Andrey watches me intently and sips the bubbly drink.

“I have an overprotective family who thinks that I’m this puppet they can steer into doing what they want me to do, and by this time next week, I’ll be engaged to someone I really don’t want to be engaged to.”

I see his brows shoot up. “So, instead of a wild night out, why not just leave altogether?” Andrey asks, lifting the glass to his mouth. A mouth I can still feel plastered against mine and sucking on my nipples.

“I’ve tried that a time or two.” I really have. Each time, my father somehow managed to find me. It’s ironic, considering I’ve been trained to disappear without a trace if need be. “I think my father might have a tracker implanted beneath my skin somewhere.”

Stacy suggested I didn’t really want to run away enough. Because if I had, she doubted even the FBI, CIA, and whatever other secret forces there were would ever find me.

My father had made sure I could do that. She was probably right because I knew using my credit card would get me busted, but I did it anyway.

“Ah, so your father found you?” Andrey frowns, reaches over to grab the bottle, and refills our glasses.

“Yes.” I nod. “Turns out I’m not so good at disappearing after all.” I sigh, enjoying his fingers running through my still-wet hair, which must look like rats’ tails by now.

“I could help you if you were ever serious about it,” Andrey offers. “Disappearing, that is.”

“Thanks,” I say. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

For a moment, I’m tempted to take him up on his offer. But my father knows some powerful people. Probably even Andrey’s boss who owns this club. I’ve heard the rumors from Stacy and conversations I’ve overheard of James’s that it has ties to one of the most notorious and powerful crime families in Boston.

As Andrey spoke Russian on the phone earlier, I’m putting my money on the Bratva. I’d hate for anything to happen to Andrey because he tried to help me escape the clutches of Quasimodo.

“Well, I too, am engaged to someone I don’t want to be engaged to,” Andrey tells me. “But you know, family obligations and all. What can you do?”

“Lose your virginity in an illicit club, fly to Vegas, find the first available and willing man, shit, I’d even pay an actor, get married in one of those quickie marriage chapels,” I murmur.

“Ah!” Andrey smiles, sipping his champagne and staring at me as if trying to read my mind. “So that’s why you came here.” His smile broadens.

I nod, “Basically.”

“You were planning to sneak into the Dark Velvet Lounge for your sexual awakening? Then flying off to Vegas to get hitched.” He finishes his drink and puts his glass on the table, staring at me for a few seconds before he leans into me.

“Something like that.” My voice sounds husky as he moves closer.

Andrey’s face is now close to mine. I can feel his warm breath near my lips. His voice deep, soft, and husky. “Do you have your tickets booked for Vegas?”

I nod. “Yes, but they’re in my purse, which is with my coat in the coat room. My friend who was supposed to be here with me left without telling me, taking the coat ticket with her,” I tell him and snort. “I was actually looking for the club manager to speak to that mean lady at the coat closet to give me my things. She wouldn’t budge without the ticket or go-ahead from the manager.”

“Then I ran into you,” Andrey says, taking my glass from my hand and putting it on the table. “How fortuitous that was for you and me.” He slides closer, cupping my face, and his lips slide over mine. “I’ll help you get your items from the coat closet,” he promises, a sexy smile spreading across his lips.

Andrey pulls me by the thighs, sliding me down onto my back with my legs wrapped around his waist. He pushes the shirt slowly up my legs. His thumbs tease the creases where they join the apex of my thighs.

“I thought taking my virginity was a big thing for you.” I don’t recognize who said that, as the voice is raspy and breathless.

A little hu… hu… escapes my lips when Andrey’s head dips and I can feel his warm breath on my pussy right before he places a few light kisses on my nether lips, and again that little sound filters through my lips.

“That was before I knew your predicament,” Andreys says, his thumbs pulling my pussy lips apart to allow his tongue to gently lap my clit. “Or your plan. I’ve decided to help you with both.”

“Oh!” I breathe. “Um..” What were we talking about? My head tilts back with pleasure, and I can feel my eyes rolling back as searing, hot desire bubbles inside me.

“What do you say, Bella?” He sucks and teases my throbbing nub.

“Oh… yes.” I tilt my hips toward him as his face gets buried between my legs. He goes to work licking, sucking, swirling, and teasing my clit, sending me into mindless sexual oblivion. I buck as he slides a finger inside me. “Oh, yesssss!”

“You taste like heaven.” Andrey’s warm breath mingles with my juices before his mouth once again closes over my pussy lips and adds another finger inside me.

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