Page 10 of Dangerous Secrets

I puff on my cigarette and watch the club from across the street. It’s Bianca’s night to do her set and I am craving her body. When things get difficult, I find a way to mitigate the stress and for months it’s been her. After my run-in with those idiots, I can't show my face in this club anymore, so my plan is to catch her as she leaves for the night. I glance at the radio clock, getting antsy. It’s almost time for them to shut down. By now they’ve given the call for last round and Bianca is doing her final number.

Flicking the ashes out the car window, I exhale a steady stream of smoke. Smoking used to be the thing that calmed me, but not anymore. I need something stronger, more intoxicating, but nothing that will dampen my senses or ability to think clearly. There is an assassin out there with his eyes on my family and everyone is on edge now, especially after Dimitri was shot with that dart in broad daylight.

I take the final drag off the cigarette and flick it out the window, then exhale and roll it up. Bianca said she’s not ready for us to go public yet. It’s probably because her act relies on the idea that she’s single and available to any man who she hangs on. I know she’d never bed a single one of them, not that she’s committed to only me. She just has standards and I meet them. Those men can never do to her what she really desires because they look at her as the dominatrix. She wants to lose control; I figured that out the first time I fucked her, and it’s been the highlight of all of our encounters since.

Movement around the door catches my eye. I watch a few men come stumbling out onto the sidewalk spilling drinks carried in paper cups. One of them, a very stout man, is shouting at a taller, lanky man with large curly hair. They’re comical. I watch them swagger away while bickering, probably over which of them should have asked the pretty singer to dinner.

A few moments later another round of men walks out, these ones a bit more put-together. They chat by the front door for a moment before separating and heading to their cars. It leaves only two more cars on the street out front, mine and one other. When a limo pulls up and stops, I know that’s the one Bianca will be getting into. I’ve seen it before. Whoever pays her to sing at this joint also taxis her around in their ritzy ride.

I watch as a driver climbs out and hurries around the front of the car. He dashes into the club and the door shuts behind him. I decide now is my time. If Bianca won’t go public and have dinner with me, then I’ll take her some place private so we can talk about it. I climb out of my car and head across the street. If the goons who kicked me out last time see me, I’ll be in for a beating for sure, but the limo driver isn’t very smart. He parked two spaces away from the streetlight. I lean against the car and cross my arms over my chest. In the darkness, I’m visible but barely.

My wait is short, as Bianca struts out of the club wearing a cream-colored gown that drips with gems and feathers. The slit on the dress rises all the way to her thigh, baring her entire right leg. Her head is down, face buried in a purse she carries. Her dark hair is tied up, revealing more jewels dangling from her ear and around her neck. She’s gorgeous, especially with the way her tits bounce a little with each step, the deep V of her dress giving no challenge to my imagination. I’m getting hard just watching her walk. Fuck I want her.

“Care to dance?” I ask, not intending at all to dance with her.

Bianca looks up in shock and gasps; then her eyes register my face, and she exhales. Before she can protest, I move toward her. She glances anxiously at the nightclub entrance, but she doesn’t need to worry about a thing. I’ve planned this as perfectly as I can. I bend, putting my shoulder into her hip, and grab her legs, hoisting her up onto my shoulder.

“Fuck… Rome,” she protests and stiffens, but draped across my shoulder there isn’t much she can do. “What are you doing?” Her voice is low. She knows I won’t hurt her at all—except the ways she begs me to.

“You won’t go public? Well, I’ll take you some place private.” Moving stealthily, I whisk her into the darkness of the alley, then turn and hasten my steps. It took me about an hour to find the perfect spot and prepare things. I did that earlier this evening when I realized I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without this release. I could have any woman I want, but she is the one I chose.

“Rome, they’ll come looking.”

“Good, shut your phone off.” I don’t care if they come looking. One way or another I will convince Bianca to commit to me. I’ve already made up my mind that she’s mine even when my father told me to watch what I’m doing.

She sighs and I feel her body relax across my shoulder. I continue to move in the shadows until I find the old, rusty, white door that’s propped open with a brick. The old button factory was shut down in the nineties and this building has been vacant for decades now. Squatters and homeless folks set up their tents in here, but the cops keep chasing them out. Right now, only one lonely soul uses it and I gave him some money to make himself scarce tonight.

“What is this?” she asks as I open the door and walk through it, pulling the brick aside so it will shut behind me.

“This is privacy…” I set her down in front of me and rest my hands on her hips as I back her toward the room I’ve prepared. It’s the old office. I’ve left a few things to entertain her, for lack of a better word.

“You could have just come to my dressing room.” She sets her jaw and resists me, but I know she’s only beginning the fun.

“You could just give up now and not fight me. Might like it if you try it…” I feel the silky fabric of her dress beneath my fingertips, and I want to tear it away and feel her flesh. I hear something clatter and she stumbles, suddenly a few inches shorter. I step on the heel that she’s kicked off and almost trip, and then she kicks off the other.

“You are going to have to make me, because I don’t give up.” Bianca’s hands rest on my biceps. They’re hot, radiating warmth through the fabric of my button down. Her eyes take on a hungriness; she’s waiting for me to make my move. I press my thumbs into her hip bones as I turn her and back her into the office. A candle glows in the corner of the room.

Bianca looks around, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight before her. There are chains hanging from the ceiling, whips and paddles scattered across the floor, and a large bed with a selection of toys laid out on top.

"What is all this?" she asks, her voice trembling with a mixture of lust and hesitation.

"This is where we play," I reply, my voice low and husky. "Where we explore our darkest desires."

"Play?" Her chuckle has me eating out of her hand. "You call this play?"

"I call this taking what's mine." Bianca’s breath hitches as I press myself against her, trapping her between my body and the wall. I can feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest as I lean in and whisper in her ear. "You belong to me, Bianca. And I'm going to show you just how much I own you."

I reach down and run my hand along her smooth, bare leg, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch. She shivers and closes her eyes, giving herself over to me. I smile, knowing that I've won this round.

I press my lips to hers and taste the sweetness of her mouth. Bianca responds eagerly, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands roam over my back. I pull back slightly and trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She moans and arches her back, giving me better access.

I reach up and pull a handful of her hair back so I can see her face. She's flushed and her breath is ragged, and I know she's ready.

I untie the bow at the top of her dress, and it falls away, revealing her curvy body clad in a black, lacy bra and panties. I run my hands over her curves, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

"Do you want me to touch you?" I whisper into her ear. Her eyes meet mine and I see the lust burning in her eyes.

"Yes," she replies, her voice barely audible.

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