Page 9 of Evil Beautiful

I looked forward to seeing Gideon again and I wondered if he was interested in more than a short fling. Usually that was all I had to offer my male and female partners. I therefore ended relationships before I did the unthinkable. Cheat.

I wasn’t averse to exploring limits with my partners. Adding a woman or a man to the mix was a huge turn on for me. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. Obviously I never tried that with Alecia.

I wondered if Gideon would be open to me banging a woman while he watched, or even participated.

The idea of him taking me while I was deep inside a woman turned me on so much my dick throbbed behind the heavy denim of my pants.

In seconds I had them unbuttoned and unzipped, my hand around my cock and was stroking as my imagination ran wild. It didn’t occur to me to sit down. I panted and groaned as I imagined his hard cock ploughing inside me, shoving me forward and deeper into the pussy underneath me. The visual in my head along with harsh movement of my hand pushed me over the edge.

I moaned his name as I came all over my hand and belly. My strokes softened as I kept stroking and I shuddered at the sensitivity. Finally I pulled my hand away and only then noticed my surroundings. I was still in the lounge, my pants around my thighs with my semi-hard dick glistening in the subdued light from the table lamp.

Bloody hell.

Dragging my jeans up over my ass I marched down to my bedroom. I was in dire need of a shower and sleep.

All the shit that had gone down at the shop tonight was playing in my head along with raunchy thoughts about Gideon while I showered but I refrained from jerking off again.

I’ve been attracted to men before but never to a man as scarily intense as Gideon Acheson.

He had a reputation for being merciless in the crime underworld and going by the reaction of Alecia’s uncle I realised it was true. A cop was wary of him.

And even knowing all of this about the man I was still extremely attracted to him.

I was attracted to the second in command of a crime boss.

He was Dominick Maingarde’s dark hand with a reputation for being merciless.

I was so screwed.

CHAPTER FOUR

Kellen

Even though I was nervous about who and what he was I had still hoped I would hear from Gideon.

Days passed with not a word, no call, no text, nothing.

It was as if he had stepped out of his lair, dealt with Pixie and disappeared back into it.

I was disappointed and felt let down.

And that’s why I had let Strange, one of my surfing buddies, talk me into going to a club with her. Not your normal club, no, a BDSM club. It was somewhere I had never been before.

When she explained the club to me, I was intrigued enough to agree to go with her. I wouldn’t be participating because as a guest I didn’t have those privileges but I could watch.

She arrived at my house early to help me get ready because apparently the way I usually dressed wasn’t going to be good enough. When we finally left I was wearing a pair of leather pants that an ex-girlfriend had bought me with a black button up shirt and my usual leather jacket. I’d worn the pants maybe twice and both times we never left the house because she loved the way I looked in them. And I had loved what she did to my dick. Until I became bored and broke it off.

I had to fill in a long form once we arrived and my photo was taken. Even as a guest they wanted an awful lot of information about me and my preferences. My jacket and phone were taken by one of the receptionists and I was given a token with which I could retrieve them later.

Eventually we were allowed inside and it was like walking into a fancy upmarket club. We were welcomed into a lounge with banquette seating and Strange led me to one right in the middle from where she could watch the action. That’s what she called it…the action.

I looked around but didn’t see any action. I just saw groups of people sitting around chatting and sipping on drinks. It could have been any upmarket lounge in the city.

But it wasn’t and I soon realised why.

A heavy dark blue velvet curtain was draped across a golden rod to disguise a short passageway and a closed heavy wooden door that led deeper into the club. As I watched people would get up and disappear behind the curtain. Every time they did the faint sounds of heavier music drifted in only to be silenced when the drape fell back into place and the door closed.

I was very curious. What was behind that door?

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