Page 40 of Knights Game

He leads me up a set of stairs to the VIP area, which runs around the edge of the dance floor and overlooks the people moving below. Multiple booths run along the side, which I would have expected to be crammed full of patrons, but tonight there’s only a handful of people.

The furnishings are plush, booths upholstered in navy velvet draperies, with luxurious black tables showcasing house bottlesof vodka. Beautiful women drape themselves over men, and oh my…

There in one of the booths is an unbelievably attractive man; his hooded eyes meet mine and I stop in my tracks.

A woman is on her knees working his cock with her hands and mouth, giving him head right in the middle of the VIP area.

Luca turns around to see what has caught my attention, his own gaze following to where the attractive man stares at me.

Luca points at the man. “Not her.”

The guy holds his hands up with a mischievous grin on his face, then drops his head back and looks to the ceiling as his climax approaches, his hips pumping to guide the woman to the rhythm he wants.

“I didn’t peg you for a watcher, sunshine,” Luca whispers, and I shiver, his breath tickling my ear and neck.

Neither did I, but here I stand, fixated on the scene.

“Did you bring me here so I could suck your cock?”

He grins wickedly and his smile transforms his face, making him look carefree.

“No, sunshine, but if you want to suck my cock you won’t hear any complaints from me.” My face heats as the blonde woman’s head bobs up and down, one small hand working the shaft, the other cupping his balls.

Every so often she takes the length right to the back of her throat, and I cannot stop watching.

Jesus.

Luca’s fingers dip under my dress again and he traces my inner thigh and halts at the entrance of my sodden lace thong. He pulls the fabric to one side and draws his finger painstakingly slowly through my folds.

My eyes roll upward, and my head flops onto his shoulder as I suppress a moan. “I knew you’d be dripping, sunshine.” He takeshis finger out and sucks it, never taking his eyes off the show in front of us.

“I thought you didn't want an audience?”

“That was before I felt how wet you were, how turned on you are.”

“I think I need you to fuck me.” The words are out of my mouth, the words that I was thinking and was not supposed to say. I’m trying to keep my wits about me. I tear my eyes away from the erotic scene and step in front of Luca, grabbing his chin roughly and pulling it down so that his eyes lock on mine.

It’s the alcohol, it’s got to be the alcohol.

And the dreams, and the dance, and the random sex act I’ve just been privy to.

I’ve lost my mind but here I stand in front of the enigma that is Luca Knight begging to be fucked.

“I think I'd rather play with you first,” he replies, eyes blazing, lips smirking, his hand encircling my throat. “Having you beg for my cock is too much fun, little one. I will take you to that corner, close those curtains, and bend you over that table. I will have you screaming over the music.”

I swallow and lift my chin. His grip is less painful.

“And what if that’s what I want.”

He hovers his lips over mine. I’m desperate for him to kiss me. But he doesn’t.

“Be careful, sunshine, you don’t want to play this game with me.” His tone is deadly. “Once I’ve had my way with you, that’s it.”

“And you think one time with me will be enough?”

I place my hand on top of his and squeeze, making him apply more pressure to my throat. This is a dangerous man, and I’m surrounded by other dangerous men, most likelyhisdangerous men. I am quite literally a fox in a wolf’s den.

But I don’t care, I want him to squeeze my neck while he bends me over the table and fucks me into next week.

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