Page 3 of The Club

“Oh, do tell.”

“I don’t think so. I need to work out the details first, but it is nice to see that you look good in red.”

I smile. He’s so much more fun than I expected.

“Don’t smile. You’ll be begging by the end.”

“Oh, I hope so. I’m perfectly happy to beg—but only if there’s a suitable reward for it.” He scowls at my turn of the conversation, then I turn it again to point out, “You inherited a lot of money because of me.”

Not just me. It was Dante’s revenge, not mine, but I leave that out. So does he. “I know.”

“And your father was quite an asshole.”

“I know.”

“So what’s the point?”

He shrugs. “I have appearances to keep up.”

“Daddy’s not watching anymore.” My words freeze him, giving me a chance to lean in and slide my hand between his legs again. “Stop worrying about appearances.”

I barely have time to brush the hard ridge of his cock before his hand clamps on my throat. His face contorts with fury as he cuts off my air, nearly crushing my windpipe. It has my eyelashes fluttering. It has my cock throbbing.

As I rub the stiff, fat length of Dominic’s dick through his pants, his expression remains furious. His hand stays clamped on my throat. And yet, as I move to straddle him, he lets his arm bend instead of holding me back. He lets me do it.

My knees press into the leather couch on either side of him. I want to grind my dick against his, but it’s not possible in this position, so I explore him with my fingers. Christ, he’s big. He could destroy me with that thing.

I need to breathe, but he’s not going to let me. If I want to touch him, this is the price.

His stomach is contracting hard. His nostrils are flared. He’s angry that he wants me. He’s even angrier, perhaps, that I knowit. He can’t pretend to not be turned on when my hand is gripping his hard cock.

From the corner of my eye, I see Big John, my mountainous bouncer, stir. He’s torn between obeying my rule, which is to never interfere without my signal, and ripping Dominic’s hand away from my throat.

I hate yielding, but I have to. Dominic’s made his point. He wasn’t bluffing about killing me.

I take my hand off his cock. With his hand still on my throat, he pushes me off his lap. He lets go, finally, as I thump onto the couch beside him. I haul in a desperate breath, choking on it, coughing—and still hard as fuck.

Dominic stands from the couch. He picks up the gin and tonic, downs it, and returns the glass to the table. His cock is pressing visibly against the front of his black pants.

I can breathe now, so I let my head rest back against the couch as his dark eyes roam over me with barely contained violence. He definitely wants to hurt me.

I smile.

Scowling, he turns and walks away, giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous ass.

TWO

Dominic

I watch Rafael from across the gym. He’s circuit training like a fucking psycho. No wonder he’s so damn cut. I assumed it was strictly vanity, but watching him now I think he’s hyperactive.

This is the first time I’ve watched him here, even though I got a membership a month ago because I knew he had one. I’ve been trying to resist the urge to stalk him.

Besides, I’ve been busy.

The Capelli fortune is a thin veneer of legitimacy over a whole lot of dirty, illegal shit. It requires intensive management. My father always said it would collapse with me, but I’m determined to prove him wrong.

I know he’d sneer at me now. Hell, he’d do more than sneer. And if he’d seen me last night at Lush? He might have cut off my cock like he threatened to do if he ever caught me “acting gay” again.

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