Page 58 of Deceit
Literally.
Forgotten feelings stirred as I walked through the foyer and into themain hall. The interior hadn’t changed at all. Long, dark walls were lined with black and white photos of men and women in intimate positions, their moment of pleasure and ecstasy captured in time for all to see.
An archway, lit up by twinkling gold lights, led into the heart of the club,and as I passed under it, I was transported back tothatmoment when I ran into Theo. I quickly shook the memory away, looking around for the hallwaythatled to the voyeur room, knowingthatwas where I would find Miles.
Despite it being late afternoon, the club was buzzing. Smartly dressed menand women filled the seating areas, talking, laughing, and drinking. Ignoring curious looksthatlanded my way, I stormed in the direction of the voyeur room, nervous anticipation swirling in my belly.
I didn’t know how I would react if I walked in there and found Milesfucking another woman. I was beginning to acceptthatnothing was ever going to happen between us, but it would still hurt if I caught him balls deep in another woman.
My feet slowed as I neared the door, doubt warring with determination. Itwasn’t too late; I could walk away and live in blissful ignorance. I could go home and pretendthatI hadn’t seen Miles walk into the club, plunging an invisible knife into me.
I could.
But I wouldn’t.
Summoning every ounce of courage I possessed, I pushed the door open and went in.The sound of a woman’s groans reached my ears, and my eyes scanned over the small crowd gathered in front of the stage. Some were sitting, others standing, blocking my view of who they were watching.
The only light in the room was a spotlight focused on whoever was on thestage. Tentatively, I crept forward, raking my gaze over the audience to see if Miles was one of them, my pulse thumping like a bass drum.
But he wasn’t in the crowd.
My heart plummeted to the soles of my shoes when a man’s deep moansjoined the woman’s. The closer I moved to the stage, the more trepidation began to pound through me, yet I continued creeping toward the stage.
When a space in the crowd opened up, I took the opportunity to slide in,overwhelming relief flooding me at finding a male with glistening black skin having his cock sucked by a blonde-haired woman, who was on her knees in front of him.
At the point of realizing the man wasn’t Miles, I should have turned rightback around and walked out. But my feet were glued to the floor as I watched the couple, mesmerized by the way the woman’s head bobbed as she took the man to the back of her throat.
Managing to tear my gaze away, I looked from left to right, in awe of theexpressions people in the crowd wore as their attention was fixed on the stage. Returning my eyes to them, heat warmed my cheeks, and between my legs, a familiar feeling ofwantbegan to throb.
The man on stage threw his head back as he laced one hand in the woman’shair, his hips thrusting, forcing himself further into her mouth, and her choked groans echoed around the dark room.
Lost in their act, I didn’t register anyone behind me until hands landed onmy hips, and I was tugged back against a hard chest. I stilled, until the scent of leather engulfed me, buteventhen, I didn’t relax.
“Looking for me, Jailbait? Or did you come here to watch them?”Mileswhispered, his hot breath brushing against the shell of my ear.
All defiance went out of me in an instant, embarrassment at being caughtfilling me.“I…I-”
“You what?”he rumbled, his smooth, deep voice hitting me in my alreadyaching core.
I forced the words past the embarrassment constricting my lungs.“I saw youcome in here. I thought-”
“You thought you would catch me on the stage?”he accused, and rightly so.I swallowed, but didn’t reply. One of his hands moved from my hip, sliding down the outside of my thigh until it reached the hem of my skirt,justabove my knee.“You thought you’d find me up there, with my cock rammed down the back of someone’s throat, hmm?”
My reply clogged in my throat, not from the guilt slowly eating me up, butfrom the way his fingertip was skating lightly over my skin, eliciting a path of fire leading right to my pussy. Especially when the image he’d described materialized in my mind, but it wasn’t a stranger’s mouth he was fucking; it was mine.
Abruptly, he stopped stroking and removed his hand.“You couldn’tjusttrustme, could you?”
The fire was extinguished in an instant, replaced once more by violent rage.I spun, coming face to face with him.“Trust you? That’s rich coming from the man who’s been spending every night since our wedding coming to a sex club.”
I hadn’t realized how loud I was until I felt curious stares from the audienceturn to us.Eventhe sounds of moans and groans had come to a stop. Miles narrowed his eyes on me as he suddenly snatched my hand, dragging me across the room and out the door as the moans of pleasure started again.
I could barely keep up with his long strides as he hauled me through themain atrium and to a door off to one side, which opened into a longhallway. My confusion as to where he was taking me clashed with a sliver of fear.
Miles didn’t slow down as he tugged me along, not saying a word. Stillstruggling to match his pace, I was damn glad I’d worn flat shoes for my walk with Rafe; I would have no doubt suffered a broken ankle if I’d worn the heels I usually wore.
Reaching another door, Miles shoved it open and pushed me inside. My gazewhipped around before the door slammed behind me, a deafening thud vibrating around the office. I turned to Miles to ask what the hell he thought he was doing when he grabbed me and pressed my back against the door. Gripping my chin between his thumb and finger, his snarling face sent a chill down my spine.
“You want to know why I’ve been spending every night since our weddinghere?”he growled menacingly, continuing before I had a chance to respond.“I own the fucking place. I come here to work. The club doesn’t run itself.”
