Page 338 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

Normally, staring down into the lower levels of the club would be a distant thought, but tonight I find myself in need of a distraction. Throngs of people migrate toward the main bar on the opposite side of the second level, or entry level, as most call it. The club consists of three levels. The second floor is lit in green lights with strobes flashing everywhere. In the center, you can peer straight down to the lower level or up to where I am now. Looking in either direction won’t offer much insight into what occurs there, though. Only select elite members visit downstairs, where a pit of beautiful sweating, dancing bodies can adhere to their deepest, darkest desires. There are rooms toward the back, filled with toys and all sorts of unimaginable fun.

Personally, I prefer the top floor.

It’s where I have my personal suite for when I don’t want to go home. It also offers a secluded place to take my guest when I don’t want to be interrupted. Each floor is lit with recessed lighting that changes color depending on what is selected for the evening. Tonight, the main floor is green. The lower level is pink, and the top is red, my favorite.

I scan the throng of bodies, watching the sway of hips, and try to find someone to help take my mind off Nolan Pierce. It’s more difficult that I thought it would be. Just when I’m about to give up, I see her. She’s easily the most beautiful woman here in a tight form-fitting dress, classy but still sexy as hell. It accentuates every curve and has my cock rising once again.

Ridiculous. I haven’t had this little control over my body since I was a teen. I watch the woman as she enters. No one bumps into her on her walk to the bar, seeming to understand how far out of their league she is. I walk along the glass-covered wall, trailing her without her knowledge.

Yes, she will do tonight.

It takes less than a minute to reach the lower level. Another to make my way to the bar where she is leaning, giving the barkeep quite an eyeful of cleavage if his constant glances down are any indication.

Pressing up behind her, I clear my throat, signaling to the barkeep that this one is mine. She can’t hear me over the beat of music, but she senses me and turns.

Son of a bitch.

I should’ve fucking known. From a hundred feet away, my cock recognized her even if I didn’t. It’s already made up its mind that it wants her, and no other will do. I stare at her, for once caught off guard. Her red lips have me mesmerized as they spread into a sinful smile. She takes a step closer and leans in. “Let’s dance.”

She grabs my hand, pulling me to the middle of the floor, her body already swaying with the beat. She circles me, never removing her hand from my body. A woman staking her claim. That’s what she’s doing. Electricity singes every place her hand trails... along my shoulders, across my back. She turns and places her ass against my crotch before slowly sliding to the floor and back up once again.

My hands find her waist, my fingers dig into her hips, then I’m pressing the full length of my cock against the slit of her ass and grinding into her. Once. Twice.

She spins around, places her arms around neck, and runs her tongue along the side of my throat before slowly dropping down to the ground again. This time, she trails her hands down my chest to the waist of my pants in her descent. She looks up through lust-filled eyes and licks her lips before rising.

Fine.

If this is the game she wants to play, we can play.

Who am I to deny the lady twice?

I take her hand in mine and tug her through the crowd to the elevator in the back. When the doors close, I press her into the corner and devour her mouth.

We stumble from the elevator still locked together. Her heels hit the floor first, followed by her purse and phone. I don’t lead her to my room, choosing rather to take her into my office. She doesn’t seem to mind. The items on my desk scatter with a sweep of my hand. She lifts her arm, giving me easy access to the zipper on the side. I slide it down then peel the dress from her body. Once she is standing in front of me naked, I unbuckle my belt and slide it free, then pop the buttons open on my shirt and peel it off too.

She lifts her hands, running them down my chest. I allow her a minute to roam before crushing my mouth to hers. Lifting her gently, I place her on the desk in front of me and spend the next eternity tasting the flesh along her neck and chest. Her nipple pebbles when I roughly flick it with my tongue. I apologize to it by drawing it into my mouth and gently suckling it.

Nolan’s breath is coming in rapid bursts. I abandon one nipple to give the other attention. This time, when I pull it into my mouth, I place my hand against her wet pussy, touching, teasing, readying her for the moment I sink my cock into her. She tugs at my pants, tearing the button open and pushing them down with her feet against my ass. My cock springs free. She wraps her hand around it, stroking the length of it from tip to base. My hips thrust with her movement. I slide a finger inside her, then two, three. She moans low in her throat. Her legs shake against my ass.

Nolan releases my cock and pushes against my chest. I stop, sliding free of her tight pussy. Of course. This is to be her payback for my stunt earlier. I should have known that, never should have allowed her to get me so worked up. I forgot we were playing a dangerous game. I take a small step back and meet her gaze. She grins, stands, and pushes me into the chair behind me. Then she’s on her knees before me, wrapping her luscious mouth around the head of my cock. I toss back my head and groan.

Fuck.

She pulls back and runs her tongue down the length of me, flicking it against the head of my cock before pulling me back into her mouth again. I fist a handful of her hair and pump my hips, filling her throat with every inch of me. She takes it all, moaning. The vibration almost sends me over the edge right then. I pull her head back and drag her mouth to mine, then stand and spin her around.

“Want to have fun, little hellcat?” I ask.

“Mmm. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, Your Highness.”

I chuckle and press a button on the underside of my desk. The opaque glass around us goes clear.

She tries to pull back, but I hold her in place. “Don’t worry, you can see them, but they can’t see you unless, of course, I hit this button here. But I don’t think you’re ready for that, are you?”

She relaxes against me. I take the opportunity to spread her legs and run my cock down the crease of her ass, through her soaking wet pussy, and back up again.

Below us, the music still plays. Bodies are grinding against bodies, hands skimming when they think no one can see. In the corner, a woman’s leg is held aloft by one man while another kneels below her, feasting on what she offers. “Last chance, Kitten,” I offer.

“Less talking. More fucking,” she pants.

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