Page 94 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

“Wow.” It wasn’t what I expected.

The black flooring here was shined to perfection, you could almost see your reflection in it. The chandeliers were lowered and lights dimmed, it made it appear as if you were entering a separate world. Certain people were already in their own groups, touching each other, kissing, moaning. Others mingled and some just chatted. I hated to admit this to anyone, but the room screamed of sex appeal.

My heart thundered and I had to clench my thighs. My body’s response to the scenery was freaking me out.

I swallowed hard, suddenly unsure. Alexei gave me an idea of what to expect, but I didn’t anticipate getting turned on. Then as if on some invisible prompt, everyone’s eyes turned our way and a low murmur spread through the room.

Alexei gently nudged me forward and we slowly strolled through the room. My eyes shifted through the room, over the faces of women and men but none of them looked familiar. I couldn’t see Igor either.

“Igor is not here,” I muttered under my breath.

A barely noticeable nod from Alexei. I should have known he’d notice it too. An unfamiliar man approached us and I stiffened, avoiding looking at his face. I was terrified to give a wrong impression.

“Mr. and Mrs. Nikolaev,” he greeted us and a slightly hysterical laugh escaped me. Two sets of eyes turned my way and I silently cursed. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Nerves.”

Somehow, I didn’t think anyone here took me for Alexei’s wife. Maybe they resorted to his last name since they didn’t know mine.

“Since you are our honorable guests,” the man continued, probably labeling me an idiot in his mind, “... you get to sit on the throne.”

He pointed to the center of the room. Alexei and I followed the direction of his hand and my jaw dropped. There was a throne, a real motherfucking throne, placed on a round, elevated landing in the center of the room.

This had to be a joke. My mouth dried out and suddenly oxygen seemed in a short supply. Back at the sex club, it was semi-private in the VIP room. But this… this was wide open. In the center of the motherfucking room.

My eyes snapped to Alexei. My eyes had to be wide with a deer in the headlights look in them.

“Perfect,” he answered the man and guided me to the throne.

“Breathe, kroshka.” His hot breath in my ear had me inhaling deeply, then slowly exhaling. I followed his lead in a haze, each step of my heels loud like a hammer against the marble floor. It wasthatquiet in this room.

I just had to focus on Alexei and I could get through this. He was my rock in this ocean. Or however the fuck the saying went. I just knew he made me feel safe. I trusted him to get us through this, catch the fucking pervert that was kidnapping boys, and then we’d get out of this freak show.

Maybe I won’t arrest Mr. Nikolaev after all, I mused to myself. He kind of grew on me. I wasn’t sure how or when, but I started to see his appeal. Yes, it was rough and edgy but there was light in his darkness. It was raw and rare.

Alexei sank into the chair, like he was a king and belonged in it and pulled me down onto his lap. I half expected him to wave his hand to his subjects and order them to continue their sexual charade.

Then as if he read my thoughts, he did exactly that.

“Bow-chick-a-wow,” I muttered from the corner of my mouth, just because I couldn’t resist.

Alexei sank farther into the chair, his hands on my hips, pulling me deeper into his lap. He rearranged me so my back was pressed against his chest. I shifted lightly and my ass accidentally ground against his hard cock.

I glanced at his face over my shoulder and he raised a brow, as his arm wrapped around my waist.

“Relax, kroshka.”

I forced a smile on. “Easy for you to say.”

It was impossible to relax with his hands on me. His thighs were firm beneath me and the man was hard. I shifted my hips just a little and felt his thick cock against my ass, which had me forgetting about everyone around us. His face was expressionless. In fact, he looked bored.

A loud moan had me turning my attention back to the room around us. There were at least fifty people in the room. And for the moment, I forgot all about Alexei as a dress slipped off a plus-sized woman, leaving her naked for all to see.

She had no panties. No bra. Though I had to admit, she was stunning. Luscious curves. Long dark hair. Her eyes roamed over a crowd of men, an invitation clear in them, and I held my breath as I waited.

A man stepped forward. Then another. And another.

I turned my head just slightly, unable to look away from the scene. Surely all three wouldn’t-

I couldn’t finish the thought.

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