Page 25 of Play With Me

Surprisingly, she tucks herself into my side before we reach the Grand Room. I look down at her as we walk, noting how stiff she is as her eyes dart around the hall. It’s almost as if the reality of her situation has caught up with her, and she’s scared.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I’m not gonna let you out of my sight. I promise.” I’m alert as we step into the giant space full of eager clients who are overlyhappy about there being more than one show this month. When Carmela sent out the invitations, she said there were just as many enthusiastic responses as there had been for the last one. My instincts kick into gear as multiple pairs of eyes watch us make our way through the room.

I opted for a long-sleeved Henley with a silky pair of pajama pants for the evening, not wanting to take the chance of my tattoos being recognizable with the shows so close together. The last thing we want to happen is for the killer to realize what’s transpiring.

Carmela lets out a nervous laugh. “You’d think my earlier orgasm would have calmed me down. I feel anything but calm right now, though.”

Her demeanor is foreign for her, but easier for me to sympathize with. Instead of the hellcat I find myself growing fond of, she’s like an unsure kitten. “What option do you want to do?”

I can see her breasts heaving against her lingerie—note how her fists clench so hard she’s bound to have marks from her fingernails. Sliding my arm around her waist, I pull her into me, ignoring one of the bodyguards who takes a step forward. She raises a hand to stop him as I nuzzle her neck to whisper in her ear, “I’ve already spotted Martin and Nikolai. Luca brought in more security for tonight. The only thing you need to do, baby girl, is put on a show. And if you choose to ride my hand, we can do it for real if it will take the edge off.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not have your fingers inside me while you pay attention to everythingbutme. Besides, I’m still mad at you.”

There’s my girl.

Chuckling, I place a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder. The show has already started. Various groups are already participating in their own display of debauchery. We pass a group playing with toys and another that looks like some weird caterpillar chain of oral sex. The further into the hall we get, the more Carmela seems to relax.

While I look for anything out of the ordinary, I realize it’s going to be way fucking harder than I ever imagined becauseeverythingseems out of the ordinary. Two people fucking are wearing large furry tails. Certain masks are so intricate that the people wearing them look like the stuff of real-life nightmares.

Someone is getting railed by Ghostface, and I honestly didn’t even know that was athing.

Carmela pulls me over to a small empty stage with a pole, crawling onto it with all the grace of a big cat before removing her wings and grabbing ahold of the pole to spin around it. She’s chosen one that puts my back to the wall, allowing me a clear view of the rest of the room without worrying about who is behind me.

Over her shoulder, I see Luca take his place against a wall opposite us, arms crossed as hewatches with unveiled irritation. He wanted to be the one to perform with her while I watched the floor, but Carmela told him no, surprising both me and him. Never mind Mick already axed Luca as an option. Mick isn’t here, and Carmela said if she had to perform, she’d do it with who she wanted.

It’s not an easy feat, tearing my eyes away from the tantalizing dance Carmela is putting on. Just like the other night when I watched her from the shadows, she sways around the pole, showcasing her toned body in a way that makes my mouth water and my cock twitch against the silky fabric of my pants.

As she puts on a show, I think this is all she’ll do, so I let my eyes wander. Martin and Nikolai are wearing wings again, both in the masks they showed me earlier so I could easily recognize them—full-face demon masks that look straight out of the movie300.

White flashes in my peripheral, and my head snaps to see an Angel pulling Carmela’s wings off the stage. She’s a petite thing in gold wings with dark hair, and she watches Carmela reverently—like a student watches a beloved teacher.

As if she can feel me watching her, she looks at me, holding my gaze with her bright blue-green eyes while I assess whether she’s a threat. Just as I deem her harmless, she turns her back as a weight suddenly settles in my lap. Carmela winds her arms around myneck as she grinds against me and leans down to whisper, “You know, I don’t think I like it when your eyes are on another woman. You’re supposed to be guarding me like a good doggy, not looking for the next bitch in heat you want to mount.”

“Aww, is someone jealous?” I ask her in the same babyish tone she used with me earlier. My hands find her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as she lifts herself and rolls her body sensually, leaning back as I anchor her to me.

My eyes travel down the stretch of her body. Every bit is bared to me except for the lace patch that runs across her breasts and down her middle. It’s thick enough that I can’t tell if there’s a wet spot between her thighs, but as she draws herself back up, she grabs one of my hands and presses it against her core.

“Tell me you want me,” she whispers, rolling her hips against my fingers.

I snake the other hand around her back to press on her tailbone, gently helping her movements. She grips my shoulder with one hand while moving the lace aside with the other, pressing her wet flesh closer, silently begging for me to sink my fingers into her.

“Where would the fun in that be, baby girl?” A crowd has started to form around us, not large enough to be worried about, but enough that I’mhaving a hard time tearing my eyes away from this absolute fucking goddess to ensure her safety.

I tease her entrance, swirling my fingertips around her clit before sliding them back down between her slick heat. She angles her hips just right to swallow them up to my first knuckle, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan.

“Oh, I think it would be a lot of fun, smooth guy.” Her hips undulate against me, pulling my fingers deeper with each pass. I use my thumb to press against her clit, fingering her harder as she picks up the pace.

A curse leaves her lips as her head tips back in pleasure. It allows me to sweep the area once more just in time to see someone step forward as if to try and join us. I’m instantly on my feet, adrenaline rushing through me as I hold Carmela to my body. The sudden movement causes my fingers to sink further into her, my thumb pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves so hard that she comes with a cry as her legs tighten around my waist.

At the same time, Martin and Nikolai appear out of nowhere to grab the guy and haul him away with Luca hot on their heels. Not wanting to alert her, I sit back down, holding her gaze while slowly continuing to move my fingers to bring her down from her release. “What was that?” she asks breathlessly, slumping against my chest.

Gently, I pull my hand from her and make surethe lingerie covers everything it should be. Wiping my fingers on my pants, I maneuver her off me and grab her hand, pulling her through the crowd to wherever the other guys have gone. “Someone uninvited tried to come play.”

Even through the noise, I can hear the little gasp that leaves her mouth. “Really? Do you think it’shim?”

I don’t answer her as we weave through the different groups and down the hall. As soon as we emerge in the Grand Room, Carmela takes over and leads me wherever she thinks the others have gone.

We approach a room down the same hall as her office. She enters without announcing her presence, and as soon as the door opens screams sound from within. “I swear! All I wanted to do was join in on the fun! That’s all! Let me go!”

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