Page 20 of The Club

I smile and settle on the red leather couch, sandwiching the bottom between us. He’s thrilled and runs a hand down each of our legs. I sip my bourbon and glance across the room to meet Dominic’s gaze.

He doesn’t look like he has “other interests” now. The light is low and he’s far enough away that I can’t see all the detail of his expression, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

The top kisses the bottom, whose hand clenches on my thigh. The top breaks the kiss to look at me. He’s studying me quite appreciatively, though his hand is on the bottom’s chest.

He says, “Anthony thinks he can take us both.”

I set my drink on the table then lean over to kiss the bottom. His lips are soft and sweet. He makes a little sound of pleasure as I explore his mouth. I break the kiss as the top leans closer.

When he drifts near my face, I say, “Anthony has a very greedy hole.”

The top chuckles and kisses me. It’s not a bad kiss, but it doesn’t do much for me. The sensation of Dominic’s gaze burning into the side of my face from the across the room, however, does a lot.

As I deepen the kiss, Anthony says breathily, “That’s so hot.”

His left hand must rub the top’s dick the second his right hand rubs mine because the instant I feel the pressure, the top gasps into my mouth.

I barely feel any of it. All my attention is on the movement in my direction. My scalp prickles as Dominic’s shadow falls over me. He grabs my tie and pulls me out of the kiss.

His plush lips brush my ear as he whispers angrily, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I turn my head, bringing my face close to his. “Exploring my …other interests.”

“You don’t get to have other interests,” he grits out. Then he looks past me to Anthony and snarls, “Get your fucking hand off his dick.”

Anthony yanks his hand away.

“Hey.” Anthony’s top stands up. “Don’t talk to him like that.”

Without straightening, without putting any distance between his face and mine, without letting go of my tie, Dominic stares at the top. The look is so intense, so dangerous, so fucking predatory, that the guy freezes.

Dominic asks, “Do you know what I do to people who try to steal from me?”

When my knife pricks Dominic’s abdomen, he shifts his gaze to me.

“Don’t threaten people in my club, Dominic.”

His lips peel back from his teeth. “Don’t put them in danger, Rafael.”

“Why should they be in danger?”

“Because they’re touching what’s mine.”

I suck in a breath—and he crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is brutal, furious, and totally possessive. He forces my head back, forces his tongue into my mouth. He devours me.

Dominic pulls me up from the couch, taking the knife from me. He never releases my mouth or my tie. The hand gripping my knife presses into my ass, tugging me against him. He doesn’t cut me, but the threat is there—and I fucking love it.

My hands go to his sides, reveling in all the muscle I can feel through his black button down.

He breaks the kiss to speak in my ear. “I know you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone”—he’s right, I do—“but I need you somewhere you can scream. I need you somewherethat no one is going to interfere—because you’re about to get fucked up.”

Thank god. “I have somewhere.”

He snorts softly. “I thought you might. Now let’s go, before I have to kill all these people for eye-fucking you.”

Half the noise in me dies down. I feel almost calm as I pull away from Dominic. He follows me from the public area into the branching passageway to the private rooms.

I could take him to one of the club rooms. That’s what I usually do. My private play room is just that, private. I very rarely take anyone there. But I want to take Dominic.

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