Page 111 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“I did.”

I stepped closer so our bodies were brushing against each other. I leant down and ran my nose up her cheek.

“Beautiful. You always are, but tonight my pretty little fairy is exquisite.”

She let out a little whimper that had me wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with mine.

“I’ve missed you, Tinkerbell,” I whispered, staring into her eyes. “I need you.”

“Kiss me, daddy, I’ve missed you too.”

So I did. I kissed her sweet mouth, letting myself get lost in her. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The ache in my fucking soul burnt with the need to be in her. I pulled away because the temptation to shove her down over my desk and fuck her until she cried was making me a little crazy. While I liked seeing her messy, I could indulge after the club night was over. I planned on it.

“Come, the king needs to be seen by his subjects.”

Ari snorted. I’d been careful when kissing her so as not to ruin her lipstick. She reached up and wiped it off my mouth before letting me take her hand.

“Arlo said you do these regularly. Do you go to all of them?” she asked as I led her down the hallway to the main floor of the club.

“Most of them.”

“And do you usually take a date?”

“No. Never.”

I caught her smiling at that little detail. She should know by now she was special to me.

Tonight would send a very clear message. Arianna Michaelson belonged to me.

I opened the doors to the main club and swept in with her on my arm. A few people stared as we crossed the club floor towards the velvet upholstered seating at the back. I unbuttoned my suit jacket before taking a seat, my legs spread and my hand resting on my thigh. Arianna sat next to me, crossing one leg over the other. She placed her hand over mine in an act of possession that had me fighting a smile.

The first show had already begun on one of the raised platforms where the poles were. A woman was cuffed to a St Andrews cross with her back exposed. Her Domme had a whip in her hand and kept cracking it before striking out against the sub’s skin. Ari’s hand tightened over mine as her eyes landed on the scene in front of her.

“Curious, Tink?” I murmured, watching a few women take their seats next to us.

It made my fairy stiffen, her body growing tense beside mine. Such a jealous little thing she was.

“Arlo didn’t tell me what to expect,” she replied in a quiet voice so no one could overhear our conversation.

I chuckled.

“No, he wouldn’t have.”

Arlo preferred to watch the patrons on event nights in case things got out of hand. Not to mention he was here to protect me and Arianna should something go wrong. He didn’t talk about what went on here. None of the staff did. Privacy was important to our clients.

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

“Being whipped?”

“No.”

She shifted closer to me. I angled my head towards her while watching the room.

“I know what you like, Tinkerbell. Getting that little pussy stretched so wide, it hurts.”

Her cheeks went bright red.

“Zayn! Someone could hear us.”

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