Page 17 of Captured Innocence

“It’s obvious you’re extremely entitled. You also expect the worst in people, never believing there could be at least some good in this world. You hate the person you’ve become, which is why you never smile. And you long for an out, something spectacular to take you away from what you consider to be a prison.”

“An interesting analysis.” She had an uncanny way of seeing right through the bullshit. She laughed again as if realizing she’d caught me off guard.

“I’m never wrong.”

The woman had already pushed several of my buttons, my hunger peaking.

I waited as the elevator pinged, allowing my gaze to drift to her luscious lips and back. She knew I was studying them, taking the opportunity to drag the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. I don’t know why I expected her to be fearful of me, but I detected none of that, just eagerness. Another surprise.

When the doors opened, I took a step back, allowing her to move forward. She glanced into the gardenlike setting, pressing her hand across her lips. I could see excitement in her eyes. I placed my hand against the small of her back, easing her onto the roof.

“This is beautiful,” she said absently.

“One of my favorite locations in the club.” I pressed the button, allowing the elevator doors to close. Then I shoved my key into the lock, twisting it. I refused to allow anyone to bother us, not when I had the very prize I’d admired from afar.

The entire roof was covered in various trellises, all adorned with greenery and twinkling lights, flowering plants and vines. On one end there was a massive stone fireplace, various standing heaters located throughout the expansive space, tables and couches placed in intimate settings surrounding a bar situated in the middle of the roof. There was a small dancefloor, music piped in from every direction. But tonight, it was silent, only the sounds of the city as background noise.

There were also various areas covered by a roof, the views just as incredible, the location serving as a focal point for more sinful acts of kink. Her eyes gravitated toward it and I could tell her curiosity was piqued. Then she drifted to the steaming oversized hot tub in the middle of the decked portion off to the side.

“A sauna. Of course you would have a sauna. Why not?” she cooed as she walked the perimeter, the water warm enough steam rose into the crisp night air. She bent down near the controls, biting her lower lip then pressing several buttons. Her laugh as the bubbles started, lights drifting from one vibrant color to the next forced me to grin. Where had she been kept all this time, a convent? Her reactions reminded me of a child on Christmas morning, dazzled by the lights on the tree, the presents underneath.

“A very sensual end to an evening, I would assume.”

“I wouldn’t know, princess. I don’t indulge in entertaining myself inside my own club.”

My cock continued to throb, which pushed my needs to the surface. Tamping back my sadistic nature was going to be next to impossible.

“Then how do you entertain yourself?” she asked, studying me intently.

“Would it surprise you to learn that I work eighteen-hour days?”

“Very little about you surprises me, Mattia.”

That sounded like a delicious challenge.

I watched from afar as she flitted through the space, touching almost everything, darting glances at me every few seconds. It was as if I was seeing the facility through her eyes, enjoying every moment. I shoved my hands into my pockets, heading to the bar as she continued her exploration.

I removed my jacket, tossing it on top of the bar, taking my time removing my tie as well. After unbuttoning my shirt partway down my chest, then the sleeves, I rolled the material past my elbows. She continued studying me, concentrating on my forearms. They were both covered in intricate ink, tattoos that had initially been meant to do nothing more than piss off my father.

She gave me a nod of approval and I laughed. The girl truly believed she had some measure of control. I grabbed two glasses, selecting a wine, blood red in color, pouring as she continued her tour.

When she finished near the X cross, running her hand over the smooth wood, I could hear her murmuring in Italian.

“Does the thought of being tied down terrify you?” I asked.

“Not necessarily. Almost everyone is tethered at some point in their lives. Aren’t they?”

“How astute, bellissima gattina”

“Now I’m a kitten. Me-ow. Just be careful. I do have claws.” She laughed, the sound exactly as what I’d remembered attracting me in the restaurant a year before. My cock was aching painfully, the need to thrust it deep inside increasing.

She studied the various implements kept inside two cabinets, and I could swear she was shivering as she realized what they were for. Then she turned toward me, dancing to unheard music, her smile holding another round of mischief. I brought the glasses of wine from behind the bar, placing them on one of the tables. She sauntered forward, continuing to tease me by sliding the tip of her finger around the rim of the glass. Seconds later, the reverb from the musical notes she’d created caused another lilting laugh.

“Very nice,” I told her.

“You’d be surprised what other talents I have.”

“Are you toying with me, Sophia?”

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