Page 94 of Deceitful Vows

I shove my hand into his face before he can finalize his reply, and then shunt him back two steps. “You’ll lose the ability to ride anything if you finish that sentence.”

He smiles like I’m not being serious.

He’s dead wrong.

After licking my palm, forcing its immediate removal from his face, he nudges his head to the exit. “Marley’s show is about to start. You ain’t seen nothing until you’ve seen Marley hit the bullseye with her…” He makes a hand gesture I would be proud of if it were directed at Nikita. “I want a prime spot, so we need to go now.”

“I’m fine here,” I reply.

I return my eyes to the scene, needing a distraction before I act hormonal. The fluency of the man’s hip thrusts doesn’t enthrall me as it did only moments ago. It isn’t anything he’s doing causing my sudden backflip. It is wondering if the attention he bestows on Anya is solely because he doesn’t need to use protection.

Seconds ago, their connection seemed to be a mutual fascination—two magnets unable to pull apart no matter how much they should.

Now I need a little more convincing.

“Are you sure, Zoy?” Vlad waits for our eyes to align again before he says, “Marley gets the pick of the bunch. Her show isn’t solely for Vixens’ male patrons.”

I smile, grateful he is, for once, not solely focused on his desires. But it doesn’t alter the facts.

“I’m sure. I’ll find you once this set is over.”

“All right.” He seems hesitant to leave, but the mass exit of the people surrounding us gets his feet moving. “I’ll save you a spot.”

In minutes, the number of people doubling the humidity of the room halves.

It drops to a scarce few when Anya’s partner doesn’t immediately exit the chamber-like viewing room with them.

They don’t stay to watch how they snuggle on the chaise for several minutes with his cock still pulsating inside her, or how attentive he is with aftercare. They stupidly believe the fireworks are over the instant they’re freed from their chambers. They don’t realize the chaos their detonation caused to the sky is what the show is truly about.

I’m so mesmerized watching the way the dark-haired man takes care of Anya that I instinctively move closer to the glass separating them from their audience.

The man’s doting expression never changes.

Not once.

If he knows Anya is infertile, it doesn’t bother him.

He isn’t looking at her with anything but lustandlove.

It is a glance full of admiration, and it mirrors the one that reflects back at me for half a second before the glass wall suddenly darkens and the room plunges into blackness.

Dancing shadows covered half my stalker’s face before the lights were switched off, but I’ll never forget those eyes or the cut lines of his jaw. Not to mention the smirk that tugged at his full lips when my first thought wasn’t to run for the closest exit when our eyes locked for a nanosecond.

I’d bolt if I weren’t frozen in shock.

Well, that’s what my heart plans to tell my head when guilt eventually surfaces.

It is so dark that I don’t realize Andrik is standing behind me until his warm breaths float over my ear. “Aren’t I meant to give you a gift today,??????” The glass gives relief to my overheated skin when he leans into me so deeply I either flatten my breasts against the cool surface or grind against him like a nymph. “It is your birthday, yet here you are, surprising me.”

“I didn’t know you would be here.” My voice is shockingly strong considering how jittery my insides become when he splays his hand against my stomach and draws me back.

“Do I need to take you over my knee,??????” I curse my lack of attention to detail to hell when excitement is my first response to his threat.

If I had paid more attention to both the ticket and our location, I would have known his next confession before he announced it. “I own this club… andeveryonein it.” My eye roll stops halfway when he whispers, “Including the fool you arrived with.”

My throat grows scratchy when I recall the conversation we had when his jealousy got the better of him.

Dead men don’t count.

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