Page 40 of Whips and Chains
I was well aware there was a line of people just feet ahead of us, and Scythe or Vincent would be at the head of it, letting people in or turning them away.
But all I could feel was X. All I could see and taste and smell was this man who I had wanted to kiss me like this for the longest time, even if my brain knew better.
Screw my brain. Screw everything rational it knew about him.
When I’d been trapped in the back of the car, it was him I’d called. Him I’d wanted.
Him I’d needed.
X kissed me like I was the air fueling his lungs. His tongue swept away any reservation I might have had, and his body on mine lit up every pleasurable part of me, each one demanding I do a whole lot more than just kiss this man.
His lips trailed off my mouth and down my neck. He fumbled with my knee-length jacket, unbuttoning the top of it with one hand to give himself better access to my throat and cleavage.
He caught a glimpse of the lacy corset-style top I’d bought, and he groaned, licking and kissing his way across the swell of my tits until he dragged his mouth back up to mine.
“Fucking hell, Violet. What the hell are you wearing under that jacket?”
Except he didn’t give me a chance to answer him. Because his mouth was back on mine, claiming me, branding me, his kisses spinning my head until I had no idea where we were.
His hand slid from the side of my face to my throat, and wetness pooled between my thighs. My knees went weak, pleasure exploding all through my body at every touch.
With a sharp groan of need, he stepped back, his eyes unfocused, his expression tortured.
And then he was dragging me past the waiting line of people and inside the club. He didn’t even stop to acknowledge Scythe or Vincent on the door, I wasn’t sure which because X didn’t slow even for a second. He towed me inside, people instantly surrounding us.
Performers had already taken to the cages, the gold glittering beneath spotlights that lit up the bronzed, sweaty bodies of the people dancing, kissing, or fucking inside them.
I didn’t get a chance to take it all in though, because X knew exactly what he wanted.
From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Whip and Levi moving toward us but then I was being led down a hallway, private rooms behind closed doors, though that didn’t stop a crowd from forming around them.
Some of the rooms had glass viewing windows. Some people just used the hallway as a dark, quieter place to have sex.
The scent of it was already thick in the air, the club barely open, but everyone here for one thing, and nobody was wasting any time.
X was one of them. He ushered me into an empty room, closing the door behind us.
For a long moment, I couldn’t work out why this room was here. The other ones I’d seen when Levi and I had been here cleaning were full of kink equipment and toys or had peepholes so you could fuck while being watched.
This room had none of that. It seemed completely private.
I couldn’t work it out, but then X pushed me up against a wall, his fingers around my throat once more, his lips at my ears. “I want to fuck you, Violet. I want you naked, riding my cock, and screaming my name when you come.”
Oh God. This man. He was so goofy and silly and ridiculous…until it came to sex.
Then it was like a different side of him showed up. One that was a whole lot darker than anything I’d ever experienced.
One that scared me, just a little.
But there was no denying the effect he had on my body. A few words from him, and I was already undoing the rest of the buttons on my jacket, the one he’d already started taking off outside. My clit tingled with anticipation, and my core clenched, desperate with need for him because my body remembered how good it felt when he was inside me.
“I want you,” I mumbled to him, my jacket hitting the floor at my feet so he could see the outfit I’d bought for him.
No, not for him. I’d bought it for myself. So I could try to fit in with the other women who worked here, all of them owning their sexuality and their bodies, no matter the size of them.
And it was working. Because standing there in a corset and panties with X staring at me like I’d just unwrapped a present tailor-made for him, was the biggest confidence boost I’d ever had.
His gaze burned a trail across my skin, and the way he grabbed the back of my neck, hauling me in so he could claim my mouth would live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.
