Page 76 of Bullet

“The BDSM community is small and protective,” Gabi said, but I had a hard time focusing on her words when I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the way Torch’s hands moved over her hips.

“There are rules.” She continued to speak as his fingers skated along her toned abdominals. She was soft and sensual, thin, with narrow hips, but her breasts filled her bra and crested the top.

He was grit and gangster with tattoos and attitude. His face wasn’t as hardened as Bullet’s. There was a hint of a smile on his lips and a spark of mischief in his eyes.

Bullet was all-consuming, intense and intimidating. He moved with the stealth and power of a predator as he crossed the room.

“If you want, we can go down to the main room,” Gabi said. “We’ll get a drink, watch a demonstration, and find a quiet corner. I think you’d be more comfortable up here in this private room with us, but don’t feel like you have to stay.”

“She’s trying to tell you Torch is going to fuck her against the glass.” Bullet wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me with him. “Fucking voyeurs.”

“Wouldn’t we be the voyeurs if we’re the ones watching?”

Torch wagged his brow and spun Gabi away from me.

Bullet led me to the chairs on the opposite side of the suite. “Don’t think about them. You’re with me.”

I could almost pretend we were alone in Alex’s dungeon. The room was divided into sections. Additional chairs must have been brought in for the meeting because they didn’t fit in with the minimalistic decor of the rest of the room. To the right, a wet bar and cabinets lined the wall, and to the left, spotlights illuminated a king-sized bondage bed.

“What did they say?” I asked as he settled into one of the chairs facing away from Torch and Gabi with me on his lap.

“Knox is a former soldier for the Irish. He had locations where girls were held. Stormy, they want an exchange of information.”

“I don’t know much. I can show them where I lived with Emerson.”

“They want names. I got the feeling they aren’t done staking their claim on the city. They weren’t happy to hear about the Landing Strip being sold.”

Bullet loosened the buckle at the side of my breast. I glanced over my shoulder to Torch and Gabi. Oh shit. Gabi’s bra and jacket were on the floor, and her bare breasts were pressed against the glass. Two leather sleeves wrapped her arms from wrist to elbow, and Torch weaved them together behind her back.

“It’s one way glass. No one below can actually see her.”

No, but we could. They were beautiful together.

Men watched me dance. I’d exposed my body when I performed, but this was different. This was intimacy and trust between Torch and Gabi.

“Do you think Knox recognized me?”

“You know he did.” His hand slid along my thigh over the smooth fabric of the dress, and a low growl rolled from his chest. “You danced for him.”

“Yes.” I hissed the word, not because I had danced for men like Knox. My yes was because I wanted Bullet to keep touching me.

His fingers skimmed the contours of my stomach. “Did he see your pretty tits?” His palm covered my breast.

My abdomen quivered as his hand slid inside the dress. I leaned into his chest, and moisture flooded my core. Without panties, wetness slicked my thighs. “If was at the club when I danced, he saw everything.”

He pinched my nipple, squeezing as a quickening of breath shuddered through me. My chest concaved, curling in to fight the painful pressure on my nipple.

“Bullet?” Tears built behind my eyes.

“Shh,” he whispered, licked my neck, and continued to compress my nipple. The sting morphed into a heavy throb between my legs. “Did he have his hands on you?”

I shook my head, barely able to keep my thoughts with the sensations firing through me. “I never let the men in the club touch me.”

“Good.” He released my nipple, tugged the front of my dress down, and sucked my breast into his mouth.

Pain flared from tip to clit. I cried out, clasped his head, and anchored him hard to my breast. His tongue pressed against my flesh, and his hand slid under my dress.

Widening my thighs, I silently begged for what I needed, his fingers inside me.

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