Page 60 of The Forbidden
I turn to face him and raise a sardonic brow. “You know me better than that, Carson. I don’t do relationships.”
He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans back against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd. “So, what’s been going on then? I haven’t seen your group of hedonistic assholes for a while. Are the Gods giving up the kink?”
The bartender hands me a fresh drink and I turn on my stool, facing the large room filled with deviant, debauched, sexually liberated people. Men and women ranging from the ages of twenty-one up to at least mid-fifties laugh, flirt, touch. Some are already half naked, ready to disappear into private rooms where all sexual acts of all tastes take place. The bar is the only area with limits. No more than touching and kissing. Beyond that, it’s a free for all. Anything goes, depending on your sexual needs. Spanking. BDSM. Degradation. Humiliation. Bondage. Cuckolding. Edging. Gagging. Sadism. Voyeurism. Flogging. You name it, if it’s safe and consensual it happens here.
“Not that I know of. Why?” I reply coolly.
Carson glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Well only Nathaniel and Harrison have been using their memberships the past six weeks.” He laughs. “The rest of you rich assholes are burning money on unused memberships. What gives, Evan?”
I barely hold back my laugh. The Carringtons are old money. This idiot, along with his brothers, might have family money, but they’re also multi-millionaires in their own right. He has no place calling us rich assholes.
“Nothing gives. Just been busy,” I mutter, bringing my glass of scotch to my lips. I tense when I get a hit of Anais’s pussy on my fingers. Sweet, maddening... mine? After I left her ass in my office, I licked her arousal off my skin, desperate to taste her. Clearly, it wasn’t enough, and I don’t know why I thought it would be. The brat is tenacious. It’s just like her to cling to me in any way she can. I need to wash my damn hands.
Carson laughs under his breath, shaking his head. Then his eyes shift. “Ah, speaking of your friends. Here comes one now.”
I follow his line of sight, and my muscles lock when I spot Harrison sauntering toward us, with a smirk on his face and an attractive blonde on his arm. Jesus fucking Christ. The last person I want to see now, or maybe even for the foreseeable future, is Harrison. Especially when his sister’s scent is still all over me.
“Didn’t expect to see you here, Maxwell,” Harrison drawls, clapping a hand on my shoulder. Amusement flickers in his eyes. “And here I thought you were done with tying women down and putting on a show for your audience.” I shift, uncomfortably. Sure, exhibitionism is something I’ve played with in the past. But the thought of other men watching Anais? Something hot and uncomfortable surges in my veins and a red mist clouds my vision. Violent rage pulses inside me. I feel murderous. There’s a long list of things I’d like to do to the brat. But dragging her here? That’s a line I won’t cross. It’s one thing for Harrison to find out what happened between us, but it’s another to bring his little sister here. He’s going to kill me either way. But my blatant disregard for his warning, it’s a slow, torturous, death sentence. And honestly, I wouldn’t even blame him. He turns to Carson, a smirk on his face. “Is one of the private playrooms free? My guest here–” He pulls the blonde to stand in front of him. “Say hello, Lilly,” he commands.
Lilly swallows, her bright green eyes flicking between me and Carson. “Hello,” she whispers, and I detect a hint of an accent. Slavic, maybe? She definitely has the look for it.
Harrison grins, clearly proud of her submission. If my friend loves anything, it’s a submissive woman he can mold into what he wants. “Well let’s just say, she wants to explore her sexuality. Thought one of the private playrooms would be best for her first time.”
I study the woman clinging to him. She’s timid, looks young, innocent. If I were to guess, I’d say she’s no more than twenty-one. Much younger than the women Harrison usually likes to fuck. My jaw clenches, and I grit my teeth. And I’m one to talk. Not even an hour ago, I had his nineteen-year-old sister pinned to my office wall, finger fucking her like it was my job.
Carson glances at something on his phone. “Room fourteen is free.” He informs Harrison, then eyes Lilly. “Though, looking at yourfriend, I would advise you to go easy on her. It’s her first time…” he trails off. “And to be honest, she looks scared.”
Harrison scoffs. “What do you think I am? A monster?” He’s outraged. And I know why. Our friend group might do some fucked-up shit but we’d never force a woman into anything she doesn’t want. “Lilly wants to play with the big boys, and you know me, I aim to please.” Carson glares. I chuckle, shaking my head. Harrison smirks, his eyes shifting to me. “You playing tonight?”
My body tenses with his question. I should play, fuck the memory of his sister out of my mind, but… the thought of putting my cock near another woman makes me feel nauseous. Like, I’m coming down with a serious case of man flu, that’s going to knock me on my ass. That alone should force me to find the nearest, most willing, woman, and fuck her until we both can’t walk. For a brief moment, I scan the room looking to do just that.
But then the image of Anais’s face as she climaxed all over my fingers flashes in my mind and I just can’t bring myself to do it.
“Nah,” I say, shaking my head. I stand, placing my empty glass on the bar. “Think I’m going to head home.”
Harrison’s brows furrow, his suspicious eyes searching my face. He blows out a breath. “What the fuck is going on with you, man? When’s the last time you got laid?” Irritation slithers through me at his accusatory tone.
“Why does it matter? I’m not in the mood to fuck. You got a problem with that?”
Harrison glares. “You’ll be the only one with a problem when your dick shrivels up and drops off from neglect.”
Carson chuckles, and I shoot him a glare. I turn back to my friend. “Instead of worrying about my dick, why don’t you worry about yourself?” I snap, a nasty smirk curling my lips as my eyes flick to Lilly. She glances around the bar, a curious, albeit nervous, look on her face. “Little Lilly here, looks about ready to bolt.”
Her gaze snaps to me, those green eyes widening as her cheeks turn pink. Harrison, wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.Possessive. My brows jump to my hairline. My friend is never covetous over his toys. In fact, out of all of us, he is most likely the one to share. So, this is… new.
“She’s fine.” He drops his mouth to her ear, and I watch as her whole body shivers. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?” It’s not a question though it’s presented as one, but Lilly nods obediently. Harrison smirks. “Come on. Let’s give you a taste of sexual liberation.”
Without another word, he pulls her away and toward the playroom wing.
“That’s not gonna end well,” Carson mutters.
My head whips to him. With narrowed eyes, he watches the door Harrison disappeared through. “What do you mean?”
He finally looks at me. “Harrison was… possessive. You know as well as I do, when emotions get involved in a place like this, it almost never ends well.”
I stare at Carson for a long moment, mulling over his words. My mind once again flashes to Anais. I’d never bring her here. Ever.
“They both seemed into it,” I point out.
