Page 60 of Heir of Fire
Goosebumps erupted over her skin. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly very dry lips, and his eyes followed the movement like a hawk. “That’s fucked up.”
“Really? I think you might like it. I think you might be getting wet at the thought of it right now,” Finn said.
Gianna clenched her jaw. He was right. She could feel the tightening in her core at the thought of his calloused hands running over her ass, spanking her repeatedly before he fucked her into oblivion.
She turned away from him, grabbing her drink and taking a long sip. “You’re wrong.”
Finn shrugged. “Maybe I am.” His lips met her ear, licking it before whispering, “Or maybe that’s one of your surprises tonight. Who knows?”
Before she could say anything else, the waiter was walking in with plates of food and Finn pulled away. Gianna was hot and bothered, fucking starving while the man next to her looked completely unbothered. She still couldn’t understand how he managed to have this much of an effect on her. Without a second thought, she shoved a potsticker in her mouth.
“Where are we going now?” Gianna asked.
They were back in the car now, driving somewhere unknown. She was thoroughly stuffed and a little bit tipsy, but nothing extreme. They had managed to have a normal conversation after the whole spanking fiasco, which Gianna was thankful for, but now they were headed to a mystery place.
Finn gripped her thigh the entire way as he sat impossibly close to her. Honestly, she enjoyed having his warmth as the brisk dusk emerged.
“We’re almost there,” he said, looking out the window.
And sure enough, they were pulling up to a club. One that her brother and Dante always went to and had crazy stories from that they would giggle with each other about but would never let her or the girls go to. All Dante would say is, “You couldn’t handle it, Barbie.”
And it pissed her off.
But now they were here, just like nothing. Gianna turned to Finn, her eyes wide. “Are we allowed to be here?” she asked.
“You know what this is?” he asked, surprised.
“I’ve heard of it, and me and the girls always wanted to go. Apparently, it’s some really hot club or something, but we were never allowed to just come here,” Gianna said.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Princess, this isn’t just a club.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s exclusive. The people who come here are high rank rich assholes. They come here to hide away and do the shit they couldn’t do in public.”
“This is a sex club?”
“Some nights it is,” he said. “Not tonight. There’s a fight here tonight.”
“So we’re here to watch a fight?” she asked. “That’s all?”
“My, my, does little Gianna want to go to a sex club?”
“I don’t share,” she said. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “Unless you do?”
His hand tightened on her thigh. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”
He got out of the car, exiting and going to the other side to open her door for her.
“So, you’re not fighting tonight?” she asked, walking into the building with him.
“Not tonight. I enjoy watching it too.”
All he had to do was flash his ID and they were letting them inside, leading him up into some private suite upstairs that would be looking down at the ring. Gianna didn’t recognize anyone downstairs, but she still preferred to be hidden upstairs. The suite came with a fully stocked bar and all sorts of snacks. There were couches inside where they could sit and watch the fight, but there was also a balcony area with chairs set out where they could hang on the railing and cheer with the others. Awaiter was also assigned to them while they were there, all they had to do was press a button on the wall and they would appear.
The ring here was significantly bigger than the one at the arena where Fight Night usually took place. It was a pristine white and covered a larger portion of the building. Nearly every seat in the room was filled, and from the balcony, Gianna could see that the other suites also held groups of guests. All were dressed in suits and fancy dresses, despite how violent the event was.
“Have you ever fought here?” Gianna asked, taking a seat on the couch.
