Page 181 of Filthy Savage

I was talking to the head of the Russian Mob… Holy shit.

I swear, this all sounds like a movie.

“And what kind of club is this?”

He chuckles just under his breath. “A sex club.”

“What?” I laugh, because of course this is a joke.

Right?

When he stares at me with a serious expression, my pulse hikes up.

“Oh my God, you’re serious.”

“Don’t be nervous.” He strokes my jaw with his hard knuckles, his gaze narrowing and turning heavy-lidded. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just watch. Or I can take you to a private corner and fuck you while everyone walks by, knowing exactly what I’m doing to you.”

My pussy clenches. “What else?”

A salacious grin grows on his perfectly sculpted face. “Or…I can take you into a room and have my way with you.”

“How?” My voice drops, my body tight from the orgasm he denied me.

“I’d use my rope, lift you up in the air and eat your pussy while they watch, then fuck you. We’d draw a nice crowd too, with the way you’d be screaming for me.”

“Oh God.” I shift in the seat, completely turned on.

Could I actually do all that?

“You’d be in a mask. So would I,” he assures me. “It’s required.”

“So no one would actually know it’s me?”

His fingers lace up and down my knee while my breaths come in heavy pulls. I want to try everything he just described, but I’ve never been naked in front of people before.

“No one except Konstantin.”

My gaze expands. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

His mouth picks up on one side. “That he gets to see how beautiful you are, but can’t do a thing about it?” The pads of his fingers slide between my thighs, tracing over my core. “It actually turns me on, little rabbit.” He flicks my clit and my eyes roll back. “Knowing he can’t touch you. That you’re mine. Like I’m dangling you in front of them all. But no one gets to enjoy this beautiful body but me.”

He thrusts inside me, fingering me so deep that my nails sink into the leather, needing to be taken out of my misery.

But just as before, he slides out of me, torturing me again.

He pops open the glove compartment and removes two masks, handing me a black one with gold crystal-encrusted loopy designs that end with a feather above one eye. “Put that on.”

I slip the elastic around my face while he gets his on, a simple black half-mask.

Adjusting it on my nose, I open the mirror above and stare at myself. I don’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. No one else will either. But Konstantin seeing me without my clothes on still makes me uneasy.

His devilish smirk slowly spreads, making my nerves swell. “You ready to go, mo ban dia?”

“No.” I grimace. “I don’t think it’s something anyone is ready for, but I’m willing to try.”

“If at any point you want to leave, just tell me and we will.”

That puts me at ease.

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