Page 44 of Gilded Gods

“Don’t worry,Connie.” I get in his face to challenge him despite his size. Even Ares would have trouble taking him down. “She’s got all the man she needs right here.”

“Apollo,” she groans. “No need to start trouble.” She gives Constantine a sweet smile. “He’ll behave. You know I can handle him.”

“Of course, you can,” he says, walking in the opposite direction.

“Are you sure you’re not fucking him?” I ask as we descend a narrow staircase into the depths of the club. “He’s possessive.”

Ophelia holds onto the thin railing as we enter the basement. “And if I were, I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“You’re going to be my stepsister. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

When we hit the bottom of the staircase, Ophelia turns around to face me and points at a door to our right. “Once we enter the club, I’m not Ophelia anymore. I’m Mistress O.”

It’s so dark inside the club I have to blink to adjust my eyes. Loud, sensual music blares over the sound of men grunting and women moaning. There’s slapping and sucking. I can only make out shapes as we pass a few open rooms. A soft, red glow illuminates the bodies of several men and women, but I can’t make out their faces.

Ophelia opens another door to our right and leads me inside. It’s not as dark as the club, but the room is barely lit. Candles burning on the oak desk cast a glow over the space. A small sitting area with a couch and table is on the right. Ophelia doesn't say a word and slips behind the changing screen to the left.

She removes her shirt and tosses it onto the top of the screen. “There’s a carnival mask on the table if you want to wear one. Most of our clients do.”

I walk over to the table and grab a black mask from a pile. “How about you? Do you prefer to remain anonymous?”

“Sure.” She steps out from the screen, wearing the same tight, black leather pants but has swapped out her blouse for a black-and-gold corset. “I wear a special mask.”

The blood rushes to the tip of my cock with her tits hanging out of the corset. Her dark hair is now hanging over her shoulder in long tendrils. Those plump lips are several shades darker than before, shining with red lipstick. I want to see how that color looks on my dick.

I’m staring so hard I don’t hear her the first time. So Ophelia waves to gain my attention and points her finger. “Can you hand me the mask with the gold feather?”

My heart beats faster when she covers her eyes with the mask and fastens it at the back of her head.

This isn’t Ophelia.

She’s Mistress O.

Constantine enters the room with a short, blonde girl with long hair that brushes her perky tits. They’re tiny compared to Ophelia’s, but she’s cute and young. Men would pay good money to fuck her.

“I have to train the new girl,” Ophelia tells me. “You can watch if you like or go upstairs with Constantine and get started in your new office.”

Train her?

Like hell, I’m leaving. I love to watch. I want a front-row seat to Ophelia giving sex tips.

“I’ll stay.” I flash a charming smile that usually disarms her, and it works, her guard lowering instantly. “Maybe you can give me a few pointers.”

Not like I let women touch me. The thought of having tiny hands with long fingernails trailing down my body makes me sick. Without fail,that nightflashes into my mind every time. The night that still gives me nightmares.

Four years of torture.

I can’t stand the feel of a woman’s hand around my dick. Only my own. It’s like that night has never left me. I want to throw up whenever I try to be with a woman.

Sometimes I do.

Ophelia tosses her hair back and laughs. “Oh, you’re not getting any action in this club, lover boy.” Then she turns her back to me and introduces herself to the new girl. “Come with me, Annabelle.”

She has no idea how much Idon’twant any action. The O Club could very well become my new favorite place. Plenty of men like to watch other people fuck.

My secret is safe here.

ChapterTwenty-Four

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