Page 56 of The Den of Sin
The words weren’t even out of my mouth and she was already grinning happily. I watched her for a few seconds and then carried on, slowly roaming the large podium. There were all kinds of costumes but all had one common theme. Sex. There was something alluring about every single one of them. I sighed and headed towards the bar. I was careful not to make eye contact with anyone. I didn’t want someone getting the wrong idea.
There was an empty corner with five empty chairs and I headed there. It was odd that the whole corner was empty and the rest of the bar was crowded. As if the whole club knew to avoid that section.
Maybe it is close to the stinky bathrooms.
As I got closer, I saw no sign of a bathroom but didn’t bother pondering on it. As I went to sit myself down on the bar stool, the bartender came up. “Miss, this is reserved for the club’s owner.”
“Oh,” I went to get up and leave when a voice stopped me.
“It’s fine, Jackson.” A deep familiar voice came from behind me and my skin instantly prickled with awareness. I turned around and met Vasili’s gaze. Of course, he would be a club owner. Just a little detail Tatiana forgot to mention, but I should have known. He pretty much owned everything in this city. And that club name!
My eyes roamed over his big, tall frame. He wasn’t wearing a costume but my heart instantly sped up, threatening to leap out of my chest.
Boom-bum. Boom-bum.
It was always the same around him. My heart raced and my desire flared. Memory of what happened between us a few nights ago only heightened my arousal. His eyes lazily traveled over my body, and my skin warmed at the gleam of appreciation in his eyes.
I wished my costume wasn't so skimpy, but only so I could wear it as armor. That appreciative look made me want to jump him and demand he show me just exactly how much he appreciated me by giving me another orgasm. Just his touch would be enough. I was in so much trouble.
Stop thinking about orgasms, I scolded myself.
“Why are you everywhere?” I breathed out, agitated more at myself than him. He made me greedy and needy, wiping away five years without him overnight. “And what kind of a club name is this?”
He chuckled. “It was my way to torture myself,” he murmured, his hot breath on my neck. “Reminds me of our night.” It almost sounded as if he was fond of that night. Was he? I didn’t think so, but this man confused me, sending me signals I didn’t trust to interpret correctly. “I want a do over, malyshka.” A sharp gasp escaped me, while my body shuddered in need of him. There was no misunderstanding that statement. He couldn’t have been cleared. “Please, Isabella.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted a do over too, but the possibility that the outcome would resemble the last time scared the shit out of me. Nothing and nobody made me feel like him. Could I lower my carefully built walls for a do over? I wasn’t that same girl anymore. With my past experiences, it was hard not to weigh possibilities, outcomes, and consequences.
“I like your costume,” he purred, his finger tracing the exposed skin on my belly. I should slap his hand away, forbid him to touch me. Instead, my body leaned into his hand. “What is it?”
“Cleopatra,” I murmured, my insides clenching.God, did I just moan?
“It suits you.” His voice made my pussy throb. “Strong and soft. Beautiful and precious.”
My body was too hot, and my skin tingled everywhere. The alcohol Tatiana and I consumed prior to leaving the house and on our way here might have helped. Although I had an inclination to think it had nothing to do with alcohol and everything with him. His finger continued its trail down my upper thigh, circling the bare skin there. My legs opened slightly, needing him on my aching sweet spot.
“Why aren’t you dressed up?” I could barely get the words out. I was amazed I even noticed that in my state of arousal.
He chuckled like I just said the funniest joke. “Malyshka, I am dressed up.”
My eyebrows scrunched. “What are you supposed to be?”
“Vasili Nikolaev.” And then he pointed to his back and my eyes followed the move. That’s when I saw it. Black wings that blended well with his suit. “The dark angel.”
“Oh.” This time I chuckled too. “Well, that’s not very exciting. I think you cheaped out.”
“You don’t like my black wings?”
I shrugged my one shoulder. “The dark angel suits you. But those wings with the suit… it screams more angel of business transactions.”
“I admit, usually I don't dress up.”
“Why not?”
“Not my thing, I guess.”
“Then why do you have a Halloween party in your club if it’s not your thing?”
“You have a lot of questions,” he murmured, inching closer. “Open your legs wider for me.” His demand was a hot breath whisper. My legs immediately obeyed, even before my brain registered the words. “That’s my girl,” he purred and my eyes fluttered shut.
