Page 89 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

Christian is sitting on the sofa watching now.

I look over at the booth across from us on the other side of the balcony. Inside are three men sharing a woman and they’re all ruthless about the way they take her.

She’s straddling the guy sitting down, riding his cock as guy number two pounds relentlessly into her ass, and guy number three feeds her his cock.

I remember when I first saw this type of scenario. It was the act itself that got me, then I got used to it.

What I will never get used to is the fascination with the people themselves. The saying—everyone is different— is very true. They’re different when they have sex too, so while I could have seen this scenario hundreds of times, what’s arousing as fuck is the fucking and the claiming. Like watching animals and each of those guys look like they want to own their woman.

I look to Christian and continue my stride toward him.

As usual he has a topless waitress serving him drinks and as usual it’s some poor girl who looks like she’s fallen prey to his charm. I can tell from the way they look.

We’re the last two Giordano bachelors left and unlike me he’s relishing the attention he’s getting. I see his bartender tonight is the new girl and she’s topless too.

He looks up when I approach and sends the waitress away with the drink she was about to pour him.

He looks worried. I have to give him credit. On the regular he works my last nerve, but when I need him he jumps into action.

“Hey,” I say. “The meeting go okay?”

“All fine. Is everybody okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah they’re as okay as they can be.”

He sighs with frustration. “Salvatore, surely there must be something I can do to help. I already feel bad that you guys are being targeted.”

I look him over and think of how much he sounds like me when I was told to do nothing. He’s my cousin, but I worry over him like I do my brothers. He’s not like us though. None of them are.

He has on occasion gotten involved in a fight where we needed him but this is above him.

Christian is the youngest of us at thirty two and it’s clear he’s a businessman. That’s how it’s gonna be, especially on this trip.

“Christian… we’ll do better worrying less about the rest of the family. You’re helping enough by being here, because it doesn’t look like I’m gonna be here for a while,” I answer.

He looks surprised to hear that. “Really Salvatore, that’s never happened.”

“Yeah, it’s safer. I’m gonna lay low and I want you to do the same. You see anything, you call Vincent okay?”

“Of course, please let me know if I can do more.”

“You bet. I’m off.”

He gives me a curt nod but also a one shouldered hug.

“Take care cousin. Be careful.”

“Yeah, you too.”

I leave him and make my way back down the corridor.

“Leaving so soon,” coos a familiar voice and I stop mid-stride.

Cora—or Corrin,I still can’t remember her name— steps out from behind one of the pillars like she was waiting for me. I frown when I see she’s topless, wearing nothing but her panties.

This chick is really trying it with me.

We don’t require the waitresses to walk around topless. They’re as much an attraction in the place as we are, of course the ones that do get a lot of action. Not up here though.

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