Page 98 of Rise To Power

Marco poured a drink and headed out to the balcony.

“Stay for a little while,” I said to her.

“Don’t try to make this okay, Ally. They ditched me. They practically ran from the room. It’s fine. I feel like a fucking idiot.” She blinked hard. “I thought they liked me.”

“They do.” I sat on the arm of the sofa to take the pressure off my foot. “They have to go.” I glanced over my shoulder to the patio. Marco and Tim exchanged words. I turned back to Deidre and lowered my voice. “You know they’re looking for information on Luca. They really are working.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Ready?” Tim asked, coming into the room.

“Yes.”

The elevator opened. Two housekeepers entered the room.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said to her.

“I have plans.”

“Don’t worry,” Tim said. “I’ll watch her.” Then he rushed into the elevator before the doors closed.

I wandered out to the balcony as housekeeping cleaned the suite.

Marco set his empty drink glass on the table. “I need to go out tonight. It’s business. I want you to come with me.”

Mafia men didn’t take their wives to work. “Where are we going?”

He stood and extended his hand to me. “High Protocol.”

Marco

I pulled into the parking garage next to the non-descript two-story building, parked, and went around the vehicle to open her door.

Fucking hell. Allegra was stunning. She’d dressed the part for a BDSM club. As her legs pivoted, her thigh split the slit in her skirt. I rolled my shoulders. No one should see my wife like this. She lifted her smoky eyes to mine.

“Don’t laugh,” she said as she set one low-heeled foot on the ground, gripped my arm, wrangled her boot from her skirt, and stepped from the car.

“No one will notice your boot.” The skirt rode low on her hips. I rested my hand on the satiny, exposed flesh of her waist. A halter top twisted in front between her breasts and wrapped around her neck. A small black velvet cape capped her shoulders. “No one touches you.”

She smoothed her hands over her hips. “That’s your responsibility.”

On the drive over, I’d explained to her our roles for tonight. High Protocol was a BDSM dungeon. “Stay next to me, little mouse.”

I pressed the button at the heavy door of High Protocol. A moment later, A man in a black shirt with black jeans opened the door. “This is a private club.”

“Marco Bruno. Alex Ferraro is expecting me.”

“Mr. Ferraro is unavailable this evening. You can wait in the foyer while I confirm your guest privileges.”

I squared my shoulders, placed my hand on Allegra’s bare back, and took a step forward. Muted music drifted into the small area. There was a coat check to the left. A large mirror hung on the wall directly in front of us. Allegra met my gaze in the reflection.

“A two-way mirror.” I spoke against the shell of her ear.

Positioned behind her, I banded my fingers around her throat and held her close, her back pressed flush against my chest. Our gazes held, as I slid my lips along her neck. “Protocol is a sex club,” I whispered.

Her pulse fluttered beneath my thumb.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled her scent. “Everyone in there will know you’re mine, that you get on your knees for my cock.”

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