Page 2 of Depraved
I wasn’t surprised when Luca said he was using this joint for his reception. This place means something to him and Gretchen. Even though I thought this bar was a good venture for us, I’m pretty sure he bought this for her or at least because of her.
Because that’s what men do.
We collect that which we don’t want anyone else to touch. We’re greedy by nature, making sure to possess all the things that elude us, the beautiful treasures we want. Whether it’s money, power, or women, our nature tells us there’s never enough.
And for men with flexible morals, that desire makes us dangerous. Because love is the only other emotion past hate that can ruin men like us and also give us purpose. Once we feel either down to our core, we’ll never have enough.
I’m a man who bears a responsibility bigger than himself. For me, love is a myth, but hate…yeah, I got that shit in spades.
“Luca, your wife has some hot friends. I’m walking around here with a permanent boner,” Matteo throws out, adjusting himself at the table as we all laugh at him.
“Keep it in your pants—we’re not at Church…” I warn then look over at Luca. “I still can’t believe you blew off your own bachelor party.”
He shrugs me off, uncaring, and takes a swig of his drink. My gaze drifts inside, back to where it’s been fixed for most of the night: on Sarah London, the curvaceous, raven-haired vixen who manages Church, the exclusive sex club owned by me, Dominic, and Luca.
The moment I saw Sarah, I was attracted to her. It’s impossible not to be. She’s gorgeous, a pinup hiding behind a demure smile and unreadable eyes.
My thoughts begin to wander as I stare at her. Tilting my head and taking another puff of my cigar, I wonder whether she likes it rough or soft. If she likes to be held down, tied up…or maybe she likes to kneel.
The vision of her on her knees, waiting at my feet, makes my dick jump.
I see Luca nudge Dom to pay attention. Dom’s face swings my way, and he smacks the back of my head.
“She’s like our sister,” he growls.
I bring my hand to my head and laugh. “Then I want to fuck our sister.”
Antonio spits out his beer as we howl with laughter.
Luca pushes me, and I chuckle, puffing my cigar again. “She’s smoking hot. I’m supposed to ignore that?” I jokingly complain to Matteo, who shrugs sympathetically, laughing again.
The glass door swings open and Blair, one of Gretchen’s friends, pops her head out into our outdoor man cave.
“Fellas, the bride wants her groom. You have ten minutes to wrap it up.”
Blair’s hot in a sophisticated, cultured way. Not my type. I like ’em a little dirty. And the blue eyes I see behind Blair seem to call out to that part of me. Sarah may look sweet, but she’s anything but. I can feel it.
“Oh, I’ll wrap it up unless you prefer something else…” Matteo flirts with Blair, and we all throw napkins, ice, and whatever else is in our hands at him for his offense, but Blair just laughs.
“Stow it, pretty boy. What are you, twelve?” she chides as Sarah slips up next to her, eyes on me and a saucy smile growing on her lips.
“In inches?” Matteo raises his brows, and Vincenzo pushes his shoulder, but Blair grins sinfully.
Blair walks closer, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back roughly. Bringing her lips dangerously close to his, skimming back and forth, barely touching, she purrs, “You can’t handle me. Come see me when you have something to offer and bring your A game because I don’t give second chances.”
I raise my brows to Antonio, and he shakes with laughter.
Blair releases Matteo’s head with a little jerk and walks back inside, but Sarah lingers for a moment at the door, looking back at me. I notice Antonio reach out, but she pulls back before he touches her hand, raising an eyebrow at him.
I can’t hide the smirk that graces my face as I watch.
“Hey, beautiful, save me a dance?” Antonio asks as smoothly as he can.
My eyes stay trained on her for her answer, but when hers dart to mine, I bring my cigar to my lips, shaking my head minutely as I take in a few quick draws, watching her bite her bottom lip.
Sarah looks back to Antonio and nods her head. Fuck. She’s a saucy little thing.
If that’s how you want to play this…get ready, gorgeous.
