Page 52 of Fatal Attraction

“Next time you talk to Peter, tell him to call me. The three of us should get together sometime. My treat.”

“That sounds great. I miss hanging out with you.”

He smiled bigger. “I do too. Anyway, I’ve got to get back to work. You know where to find me if you need me.” He leaned over the desk to hug me again. “It’s really good to see you, Percious. And hey, if you notice anything suspicious or see someone acting funny, would you mind letting me know?”

“Of course,” I promised, knowing good and damn well it was a lie. “I’ll help in whatever way I can.”

Felix wasn’t bluffing about the Undercovers. From the time I entered the lounge, I’d spotted three of them within less than five minutes—one at the bar, and another two sitting at a high-top table, nursing watered down drinks as they eyed around the compacted club, whispering to one another through the noticeable wireless earpieces lodged in their ears. If UC’s were here, then I imagine they weren’t alone, which meant Chief and Captain Burgess had to be around here somewhere. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Harley was here too, hiding amongst the crowd in one of those bullshit animal masks from Felix’s shop.

The only question now was…

Where could they be?

I couldn’t make a big fuss over it. Shady behavior was the precise thing they were looking for, and ogling around in a desperate attempt to find them would lead them straight to me. So, after ordering a drink and sitting down long enough to slurp it down, I ordered a second drink and then casually made way for the Red Room, showing my ticket to a blonde female wearing a skin-tight black dress and a ridiculous looking Zebra mask.

I didn’t bother expressing any gratitude when she told me to enjoy the show.

Twenty Two

Charlotte

We started five minutes ago, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of being watched like this didn’t make me a jittering ball of nerves. I’d been exposed plenty of times—my body, I mean—but I’d never been put on display likethis,like I'd just landed the lead role in some low budget porno where the audience were the directors.

Aside from the red spotlight barreling atop the Alaskan bed, the bright light and fullness from Spike’s cock in my throat making my eyes water, it was more or less pitch black in here, so I really couldn’t see worth a shit. At least thirty or more chairs were spaced out in the dark, all of them occupied by half-naked members. Men were stroking their cocks and multiple women had their fingers knuckle deep inside their swollen cunts before we’d ever started.

More people must have piled in since then because aside from myself, all I could hear was raucous curses, heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and people quietly nattering amongst each other.

I knewhewas here though.

My stalker.

I didn’t know how to explain it other than there was a random chill that had nothing to do with the temperature snaking down my spine.

I whimpered against Spike’s cock as I glanced up at him through my cat mask, his green eyes wide and full of adoration as he stared down at me, his breath ragged. Under me and feasting greedily on my pussy was Phoenix,and I moaned louder when he clenched my hips harder and began rocking me back and forth, urging me to ride his face like a professional cowgirl.

“That’s it, baby,” Spike muttered as he grasped the back of my head, forcing me to swallow his cock down to his balls. Another whimper tore through my throat from his piercings dragging against the roof of my mouth. “Choke on Daddy’s cock.”

He held me in place for a while, far longer than I was used to, and I desperately slapped against his bare thigh with one hand, begging for air when he wouldn’t ease up. Black spots danced around the corners of my eyes, and it wasn’t until I thought I’d choke to death when he finally withdrew, allowing me to heave in sharp, greedy breaths. Just when I thought he wouldn’t give me time to recover, he unexpectedly grasped a mound of curls and then tugged my head up, locking eyes with me through our masks. My back reactively arched when his mouth dove down and met mine in a deep, core melting kiss.

“Faster, Princess,” he demanded, his tongue flicking out and gliding teasingly across my bottom lip. “Work those hips and smother his face with that perfect pussy.”

I did as commanded, earning a pleasurable groan from Phoenix that had my body zinging with intoxicating desire and heat burrowing low in my stomach. Each flick from his tongue was like heaven to my overloaded senses, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out when that heat wildly swept through my body, bathing me in a river of exhilarating fire.

I came hard, mewling when his grip tightened even harder around my thighs, forbidding me to move. Phoenix continued his feast, driving me into another intense orgasm and moaning in pure ecstasy as he drank down every drop I had to give.

Spike kissed me again, just to abruptly pull back with his head cocked as I whispered, “He’s here. I-I can feel it.”

Phoenix must have heard me because he quickly raised my bottom half up and then slid off the bed. Spike’s fingers wrapped around my jaw and ashe kissed me again, he mumbled, “Everything is going to be okay,” under his breath.

I wanted to believe it. I really did.

But deep down I was scared, terrified over what would transpire after tonight. I still hadn’t said those three little words to them yet, and just in case I may never have another chance like this to say it, I swallowed hard and then brushed my lips against Spike’s jaw, moving to his ear.

“I love you, Spike.”

He pulled away at my words, his eyes swelling and lips parting like he frankly hadn’t expected to hear them.

“I love you too, Charlotte.” His hand lifted and rested against my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin softly as he cracked a smile. “Always and forever.”

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