“Why not here?” he asked in a dark voice. “You want it, I can tell.” He added a second finger, stretching me out as I moaned. It hurt, but I was no stranger to pain. Hell, it just reminded me that I was still alive most days.
He rocked his hips, his cock moving inside me while his fingers fucked my ass, and my breathing staggered with excitement.
“Be a good girl for me, DeLuna,” he murmured, leaning to the side to grab the bottle of lube someone was offering him. “And get loud. Our target loves the screamers.”
Oh shit, that was right. We were here for a reason beyond exploring our kinks.
Leon withdrew his fingers, then used them to push a healthy amount of lube inside. Enough that I no longer had any complaints about letting him fuck my ass here in the middle of Meow Lounge.
Not that he was asking permission. He pulled out of my pussy and eased straight into my ass without even a second’s hesitation. I did as I was told, and screamed. The sound only spurred him on, and he thrust harder, making my muscles burn with the thickness of his cock.
“Yes,” he grunted, pushing deeper and using his grip on my hips for leverage. “Beautiful, mon cœur, give me more of that.” He pulled back, then slammed in hard, and I released another scream.
Leon muttered some curses in another language, but my ears were ringing, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Not that it mattered. He rocked his hips, fucking my ass with a feverish pace, and it wasn’t hard to guess that he wasn’t far from coming himself.
Ever the gentleman, though, he reached down and thrust his fingers into my pussy, his thumb somehow finding my clit so that I came again with dizzying speed while he fucked me harder and harder. His thumb continued rubbing my clit even after I came, prolonging the sensations and damn near making me speak in tongues.
Then he was chasing his own release, his hot load pumping into my ass with several bruising thrusts.
He didn’t stop to catch his breath there, he just pulled straight out and spread my cheeks wide, watching—and showing—as my internal muscles spasmed and his cum dripped out of me. So filthy, and my cheeks heated, but I was also too exhausted and well fucked to truly care.
Leon left me exposed, letting the spectators take their fill as he circled back around to crouch in front of me.
“That was fun,” he murmured, smirking as he stroked my cheek. “But I actually don’t think Lee is here tonight.”
What?!
I would have punched him if my hands hadn’t been bound, but as it turned out, someone else did it for me. One minute, Leon was right there, his hand on my face like he was about to try and kiss me, and the next, his head snapped back and he crashed to the floor.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, instantly recognizing the broad-shouldered man who’d thrown the first punch. As much as I wanted to hit Leon myself, this would turn real bloody, real fast. Kai would murder him… or Leon would murder Kai. Either way, someone was going to die.
32
It was a cheap shot, punching a guy who was having an intimate post-fuck-session moment with his woman. A cheap, dirty shot, and one I should have seen coming a mile away. I would have too, had I not been totally focused on the blissed out look on Danny’s face or the flare of murderous anger when I told her Lee Sheridan, the Meow Lounge owner, wasn’t even here.
As it was, the punch knocked me off balance, and I fell backward off the raised platform that I’d set my woman up on, giving the whole club a prime view of all her glory. They could look, but they could never fucking touch.
The bastard that hit me was on top of me before I could regain my feet, and I had to thank my own foresight that I’d put my dick away. Otherwise, this might be mistaken as part of the sex show, and I didn’t swing that way.
He slammed his meaty fist into my face twice before I wrestled him off me, using his own momentum to throw him to the side and into a low table. The half-full glasses of champagne on the tabletop crashed to the ground, breaking and scattering glass across the floor.
From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Danny freeing herself from the restraints I’d left on—like I knew she was capable of—and smoothing her tiny skirt back down over that glowing red mound of her behind.
Dammit, my mind wandered just a split second, and the asshole I was fighting got a lucky uppercut in, making my teeth snap together hard enough to jar my brain. He was strong, no question about it. But I was better trained. I used that to my advantage, dodging his next punch and rolling to my feet to regain some ground.
As tempting as it was to just kill him and be done with the annoyance, Danny had made her position clear. If I killed this fucker, she would be deeply displeased with me. And despite how little I cared for anyone else’s feelings, I cared about hers. I couldn’t bring myself to slit his throat, no matter how badly I wanted to do it. Because the idea of her turning her back on me for real? It was chilling.
This prick was bigger than me, bulkier with biceps like tree trunks. But size wasn’t always advantageous in a fight. Danny proved that.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” my attacker spat, his chest heaving with rage and his glare like poison. “You’re dead, Guild scum.”
I sneered back at him, dusting off my shirt and assessing his stance for weaknesses. “You sure about that, Kai? Because I don’t think my woman would be very pleased with you for that.”
Confusion flashed over his face, and I gave a patronizing chuckle. “Oh, she didn’t think you were enough of a threat to have that chat? Or maybe she just didn’t think you were coming back.”
Fury twisted his face. “Or maybe she didn’t care if I killed you.”
I laughed at that, because it wasn’t even a possibility. No, it was much more likely that she just decided I was more likely to kill than he would. He must have a nice streak. Fucking pathetic. I darted forward, delivering some sharp jabs at his body, then slammed my elbow into the side of his head, making him stagger a couple of steps.
To my surprise, the patrons of Meow Lounge hadn’t scattered in the face of our fight. They’d moved out of the way so they wouldn’t get caught in the cross fire, but they were still eagerly watching. It occurred to me that they thought this was part of the entertainment, and I laughed.
“What’s so fucking funny?” the big dumb fuck snarled at me, swinging his fists. He had some training, enough that a couple of punches landed, but he was nowhere near mercenary level. I’d bet Danny could take him down in a submission hold without even trying.
Actually, that begged the question… where was she? I’d have expected her to be jumping between us, breaking up the fight before anyone could inflict some real damage. But she was nowhere to be seen.
Frowning, I darted a glance over at the spanking bench that I’d left her shackled to, but it was empty. The whole dais was empty. What the fuck?
“Where is she?” I snarled, tackling the idiot in front of me to the ground. “Was this some kind of distraction while you stole her away again? I might have promised not to kill you, Malachi Arden, but I can make you bleed.”
I pinned the son of a bitch down, my little switchblade at his throat as he stared up at me in obvious confusion.
“What the fuck are you talking about, you psychotic freak? She’s right there, you tied her up to the…” He trailed off as his eyes found the stage and the very empty spanking bench. “What? Where is she?”