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SAVAGE BOSSES

Robecca Austin

CHAPTER 1

Zoerina

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here was danger in sleeping with another man.

Not betrayal, as might typically be the case, but the threat of forming an emotional connection with the man that might fuck me better than Dax, my boyfriend. I didn’t do meaningless sex and tonight scared me, even as I sat on my man’s lap in the Filth Den, being the good girl I was.

The Den was everything Dax promised. A flawless balance of sophistication and elegance. It was naughty but not vulgar. Sinful. The scenes playing out around us dragged me to the gates of lust and hitched my breathing. It was the perfect combination of arousal and intrigue.

Soft music and the rich, red, gold, and black decor added to the shadowy lighting. Among the patrons, servers dressed in black occasionally passed, carrying requested toys, lubricants, and drinks.

There was no mistake that everything in the Den was on display. Even I, dressed in an outfit I would have never chosen for myself. I closed my eyes as that thought aroused me. I was still nervous. Drawing attention to myself was never something I did purposefully. It was as foreign as being in a sex club. Yet…the tingling on the inside of my thighs was unmistakable.

Dax’s hand stroked my back, fingers running over the white fishnet dress he bought. His caress was an attempt to soothe the tension tightening my muscles. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” His other hand squeezed my thigh.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I didn’t change my mind, but I had pesky reservations that kept needling the pit of my stomach.

Part of me wanted to make him happy, despite the warning signs that after tonight I might lose an innocent part of myself. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad my boyfriend shared his fantasies with me rather than keeping me in the dark. Although it took me a while to muster the courage to visit the Den, I didn’t regret coming, my only uncertainty was about how this experience would change us.

I also didn’t want to be the girl who stayed up all night waiting for him to walk through the door because he got a rise from making me jealous. And I didn’t want to worry about the unfamiliar scent that followed him home—I preferred not to check my watch at all. I sighed, hoping tonight changed all that and we could move to the next phase in our relationship.

Dax lifted his hand from my legs to cup my chin and inhaled the perfume I dabbled along my neck. I could stare into his blue eyes for eons, but that was not what he wanted now. He wanted my reassurance that I wouldn’t back out and that I’d fulfill his… no, our fantasy.

‘Tonight won’t work if you’re not committed to our pleasure,’ he’d said. He was right, we couldn’t build on his voyeuristic desires if I didn’t commit. Though I hadn’t told Dax yet, being on exhibition was unleashing naughty desires I didn’t know existed in me.

I lowered my head to him and waited for permission to close the distance. I waited and waited until I was sure he wouldn’t reject my advance. His finger under my chin brought me closer and we kissed— a brief brush of lips. It was a show of dominance, one he put on often. But tonight was different, as he kissed me in a room filled with strangers, not friends. Strangers who all came to the Den for one purpose. Sex.

His kiss left me wanting and I fell under his spell of promised love.

I was no fool. Dax didn’t care for me as I cared for him. To my best friend’s disapproval, I’d spent a year trying to win him over. I’d played the housewife. The submissive. And the pacifist when his temper had the bite of an impending bomb. It was an emotional tug of war. Yet, that hopeful part of me wanted his unspoken promise. Wanted to hear him whisper those three brief words back to me.

“Watching you fuck another man is my fantasy, Zo, and tonight my girl is giving it to me.”

Though fear and excitement waged a fight in my head, I yearned to please him. “Yeah, but—” The whoosh from a whip snapping through the air rent the room, followed by a muffled cry. That throaty sound was enough to make me swallow against my own rousing needs. “—Are we ready?” I finished. I glanced at the lovers in various stages of flirting and lovemaking. Despite them being in a sex club, the couples didn’t appear to just be having sex. Their coupling seemed to add a deeper, more meaningful layer to their relationship as if they were forging an unbreakable bond. It stirred my jealousy. Watching them was sexy. I was aroused by their game of seduction and the intimacy they shared.Were we ready to introduce another element to our relationship?

“Are you talking about fucking love again?” His hand stopped stroking my back.

“No,” I quickly reassured him. “Love isn’t easy for you. That emotion will take time.” I’d given my all to make us work. I would not mess it up because he was taking longer to say that particular four-letter word.

“What is it then?”

“I don’t want tonight to change us.”

Dax stared into my eyes, his frustration softening. “It won’t, babe. It’s just sex. Fuck him, then come right back to me.”

Just sex.The unease in my stomach returned.

He made it sound so transactional.

Arousal deepened the blue in his eyes as I swallowed the nausea threatening to choke me. “I’ll be watching the entire time.”

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