Page 97 of Club Blood

Warren chuckled, shaking his head. “What indulgences are our dear friends partaking in?”

“Detective Marx is only too willing to sit in a certain room atAmbrosiaunder disguise, getting his blissful fix and hoping he isn’t seen. Detectives Peters and Sharpe have been known to have a dalliance or two together. I believe one of our loyal patrons has joined in once or twice. Of course, Mrs Sharpe is at home looking after her two kids during all thisovertime.”

“Damn, Cece. You really are a bad bitch. I love it.”

I laughed alongside him. It had been a quick process learning just how much knowledge you could get when you were in a position of power. Learning people’s secrets had been far easier than I expected, and it seemed I had a talent for using them to our advantage.

“Okay, I’m off. I’ll see y’all atAmbrosialater?”

Mercy nodded. “We just need to get changed and then we’ll see you there.”

Saluting, Warren made for the door. “Princess, Queenie. A pleasure as always.”

“Hey, Warren,” I called out, managing to catch him before he sped off. “I’m curious about something. If you call Mercy Princess, why do you call me Queenie?”

Warren flashed me his beautiful grin, bowing at the waist. “Mercy was called Princess to humble her, but I always used it as a joke. A term of endearment, if you will, to show I didn’t care about her status. But you, beautiful Cecelia, never saw yourself for who you are. I knew from the moment I met you that you’d be her queen, her equal. I just hoped you’d find the confidence in that along the way.”

Placing a chaste kiss to my cheek, Warren rushed off, leaving me standing where he left me.

“He’s right. You were always going to be my queen, even if none of us were willing to say it aloud.” Mercy came up behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her lips brushed against my neck, a soft kiss that promised more. “I’m glad we were right.”

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“Are you ready?”

I huffed, adjusting the straps of my dress again. The gold shimmer detailing on the short mini dress was beautiful, and paired with the crisscross straps across my lower back, I felt like a badass. But I still didn’t see why we were making such a fuss.

“Mercy, do we really have to make such a big deal? It’s not like we haven’t been toAmbrosiatogether before.”

“I have a surprise, so yes, we have to make it a big deal. Now, come on.”

Taking me by the hand, Mercy pulled me through the door and down into the club. The music was already loud and bouncing, the lights a colorful haze. I smiled at the patrons we walked past, laughing at the ones who gawked at us.

Mercy continued to pull me along, her fingers a tight vice around my hand. I was so busy waving at the familiar faces that I didn’t notice we had stopped just before the steps leading to her throne.

Stepping behind me, Mercy pressed her lips to my ear. “Cecelia, look up.”

Where Mercy’s throne once sat alone atop the dais, now sat two matching wingback chairs; black as night with shining gold accents. I gasped, spinning around to look at her. “You did this?”

Mercy nodded, her lips finding mine. “We are equals, darling. I will not have anyone treat you less than. You are as much of a queen here as I am, and I wish for everyone to know it.”

Leading me up the steps, Mercy stood as I took my seat first, delighting in the immediate comfort I found in the soft cushion. I looked to Mercy, wondering why she hadn’t sat yet, but she flashed me a wild grin and got on her knees at my feet.

“What are you doing?”

“You once worshiped me on my throne here, proving something to my kingdom. Let me do the same for you.”

I felt tears well and I shook my head, holding my hand out. “You don’t have anything to prove.”

“Yes, I do. I need to prove to you that this kingdom isoursand you will be treated like a queen.”

She didn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, she spread my legs and immediately got to work. When it came to Mercy, I was always ready and wanting for her. She ran her delicate fingers through my slick folds, circling my entrance before inserting a finger into me.

I let out a low groan, biting on my lip as two more fingers soon followed the first. Using her thumb to work on my clit while she drove and curled her fingers inside me, I threw my head back against the chair and looked out towards the dance floor. People were watching, mouths agape at the public display, while others were too busy in their own journey to ecstasy.

Never one to do things by half measures, Mercy soon pressed her lips to my cunt, finding new ways to build pleasure. She used her tongue to lick circles, flicking at my bud every so often to send a shockwave to my system. I shuddered every time, my body craving the next hit against my sensitive area. When her incisors trailed across my pussy, scraping against my walls, I knew I was done for.

Mercy chuckled against me as I trembled, coming undone. She continued to pump her fingers into me, letting me ride my orgasm out before drinking my release and licking her fingers clean.

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