Page 230 of I Will Break You

She hums, the sound vibrating along my shaft and through my core, taking me to a dangerous edge.

“Enough.” I grip her hair, pulling her off my cock. “Now, get on my lap.”

Releasing me with a soft pop, she pulls back and rises. I turn her around and slip my fingers between her thighs and into her lace panties, feeling her wet little pussy.

“You’re soaked,” I growl, bringing my glistening fingers to her line of sight. “Does the thought of you sucking my cock in front of the whole nightclub get you wet?”

She turns her head toward me, breathing hard and fast through her parted lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I settle her on my lap, adjusting her position so her back is flush against my chest, and she's facing the crowd. Angling her hips, I push her panties aside again, and guide my cock into her entrance.

“Show those thirsty bastards that you’re my good girl,” I growl into her ear. “Give them a glimpse of what they can’t have.

She eases down, her tight heat contracting around my shaft. The crowd moves closer, trying to get a better look, but I cup her pussy around the front, my finger rubbing her clit.

The club attendant from earlier pushes his way to the front with a bottle and two glasses on a tray. Ignoring him, I focus my attention on the little goddess in my lap.

“Faster,” I say, and she obeys, riding my cock in time to the music.

I take her hips, moving her up and down, while keeping my features an impenetrable mask. It’s nearly impossible to hold a poker face with the woman I love, but my senses are on red alert. Any associate of Father has to be dangerous, and I won’t take any chances with Nocturne or his people.

She rolls her hips, pumping and squeezing my shaft, her head moving from side to side. My little exhibitionist gets off on having all those eyes on her as she takes her pleasure. The crowd moves in, enraptured by her raw passion, but I’m scanning their faces for signs of serious players.

Amethyst’s muscles tighten, indicating that she’s close. So amI, but I don’t want to come. Not yet. Quickening my strokes around her clit, I push her toward the edge.

“That’s my good girl,” I say. “My eager little slut.”

She moans.

“Let the club hear how prettily you come for me.”

Amethyst throws her head back and climaxes, her hips bucking, her body trembling, her pussy spasming around my cock. She cries out, the sound of her orgasm mingling with the music.

The crowd bursts into applause, making her muscles flutter.

My gaze drops down to the attendant, who places a piece of paper on our tray of drinks.

She collapses backward into my chest, and I cradle her in my arms. “Well done, little ghost,” I murmur into her ear. “It looks like your performance might get us invited to become members of this club.”

NINETY-SIX

AMETHYST

I collapse against Xero, my body still spasming from the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. Bliss courses through my veins, leaving me panting and weak against his broad chest.

His thick cock is still buried deep within my pussy, swollen with unreleased tension. Somehow he remained in control, while I lost myself to pleasure.

The ringing in my ears quiets, letting me catch the tail end of the applause. My eyes wander around the club again, meeting the gazes of the onlookers. There have to be at least eighty sets of eyes trained on us, and some of the male observers are touching themselves beneath their clothes.

Xero’s hand is still cradled around my pussy, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit. It’s the only thing separating me from the men’s searching gazes.

Now that the euphoria has faded, I wait for a rush of embarrassment or regret, but my chest inflates with triumph. Triumph over the recluse who sleepwalked away the past six years, and triumph over the part of my brain that generated hallucinations every time I attempted intimacy with a man. I had sex with Xero in front of an entire nightclub and my brain never once glitched.

I squirm on his lap, painfully aware that he’s still hard. “Aren’t you going to come?”

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