Page 16 of Inspiring Dominic

Samara frowned. “This was the reason I wanted to see you.”

“Bullshit,” he spat. “I heard about you the minute you and your bodyguard got to town. You’ve been snooping around in shit you don’t understand, and if there’s one thing I hate more than liars, it’s nosey ass people.”

Samara stood straighter. “I don’t think I like what you’re implying.”

“And I don’t like bitches who don’t know their place.”

I stepped forward, ready to punch this piece of shit, but the guard stood in front of me. I slapped the guard’s hand away, noticing for the first time how familiar he looked, but I couldn’t quite place him.

Something ain’t right.I hadn’t planned on fighting tonight but I was ready for whatever if it meant protecting Samara.Two to my left. One on my right. Three down the hall.It had been a while since I’d fought so many guys at once, but it wouldn’t be the first time, and probably not the last either.

“Here’s the deal …” Luca pointed to a room behind a glass that reminded me of an interrogation room, except with a bed.

What the fuck goes on in here?

“We can meet in my office, but before you interrupted me, I was about to have a foursome with these beautiful women over there.” Luca glanced to them before sizing us up. “Do you know what I run on this level of the club?”

Samara shook her head, and I remained still, already peeping the kind of shit Luca was into.

“Calling it a sex club seems too basic, but none of that matters.” He leaned up in the chair. “If I can’t get any, then me and my ladies plan on watching you both take pleasure in that room.” He pointed to the glass space.

“I don’t think so,” Samara retorted.

The guard placed his hand on his gun.

“Oh, come on,” Luca taunted. “I’ve got cameras everywhere, and you muthafucka’s were practically fuckin’ on the dance floor anyway. If you can do it before God, why not me?”

My ears perked up, causing me to observe Luca a bit more. There was something in the way he spoke and the words he used that made me feel even more familiarity than I had with the guard. That’s the only excuse I had for telling him, “We’ll do it, and I think you’re a man of your word, so I hope after this, we have that meeting you promised.”

Luca smirked. “You have my word.”

As we entered the room, I could feel the tension coming off Samara’s body. “Trust me,” I whispered to her. “There’s a camera at our twelve and six. I’m not gonna fuck you, but you gotta go with me on this.”

“My contact didn’t say shit about all these guards,” Samara muttered. “This has gone way out of hand. We can’t have sex in front of all these people.”

“I have a feeling we don’t know everything going on with Luca, and if my suspicions are correct, to get us out of this, we need to do this. I won’t expose you to any of these people, but we got to do something.”

“Less talky, more fucky fucky,” Luca’s annoying ass voice chimed on an intercom in the room. I knew Luca’s type. Sinister asshole with a God complex because daddy was rich and never placed any boundaries on his spoiled, sadistic ass.

Samara visibly swallowed and gave me a quick nod. “Okay, I trust you.”

Catching her off guard, I picked her up and placed her in the perfect spot on the bed. She gasped, leaning up on her elbows to watch me as I unbuttoned my shirt, thinking it was almost comical how the music in the club had turned to a much slower, porn-making melody.Compliments of vile Luca, I’m sure.

“Let’s make it look good,” she muttered softly.

“We will,” I promised. “Not hard to do when I’m around you.”

To my surprise, Samara leaned up and began placing soft kisses over my chest, her tongue gliding over my abs seductively. I’d thought about fucking Samara every time I was around her, but this wasn’t the idea I had in mind. Regardless, she was so damn sexy I couldn’t help but get hard.To hell with whoever was watching on the other side of the glass.

When I couldn’t take her addictive mouth on my body anymore, I joined her on the bed, our tongues dancing together the way our bodies had been on the dance floor. Her legs opened to make room for me, her dress riding up her smooth thighs and welcoming me into the heat she was emanating.

“I got you,” I whispered, adjusting her once more to make sure her pussy was away from prying eyes as I slid her peach, lace panties to the side and laid eyes on that pretty pussy of hers.

“Damn, you look delicious,” I groaned, right before I flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned out loud, causing me to suck it even more, gripping both her thighs to keep her in place and to keep blocking her from the cameras and window.

“Oh fuck,” she uttered, rotating her hips when my tongue dipped inside of her, tasting her juices while her hypnotizing scent filled my nostrils. In the back of my mind, I remembered we had an audience, but Samara was so damn appetizing and responsive, I found myself wanting to do anything I could to bring her to the edge.

When I alternated between her clit and her core, idolizing her pussy like she deserved, it sent Samara over the edge, her orgasm so erotic, I damn near busted a nut in my pants.

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