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I wasn't even with Stepan, so why the hell did I feel guilty about going out on a date? I wasn't cheating on him because we weren't even together in such a sense in the slightest. Besides, not like he was exclusive to me either; a quick flash of the other day had me scowling spitefully in my spot when the image of him hugging and flirting with some leggy blonde zipped through my mind.
Who cared if she was some past employee he was friends with? He shouldn't have been such a charming bastard with her, flashing his heart-melting, knee-buckling smile. And how dare he touch her, too! Well, he didn't grope her or anything, but a hand on the shoulder counted as contact and that's all that mattered. He shouldn't be looking at anyone else but me if he was interested, nor should he even lay a finger on anyone else.
Rageful jealousy rose and fell with my breaths for a moment before reality set in. Even though my green-eyed monster tipped its head at me to ease the burden of my decision tonight, my mind and heart felt betrayed by my plans because they were already engaged with Stepan, and I hated that. He was the first man to notice me without effort on my end, and my stupid heart superglued itself on him.
Shaking my head softly, I mentally slapped myself and locked away my screaming heart. This was for the best. He deserved someone a hundred times better than me, a model, a kick-ass mafia bride like Angel, not silly old me.
I'm just a terror of a beast.
Chapter 18
Stepan
What the fuck is she doing here?!
Once again, the last place I expected to see Hanna was at Guilty.
A fucking sex club.
I knew damn well she wasn't here for the dancing and clubbing scene because, again, this was a sex club—you don't go to a sex club for just dancing.
I didn't give half a shit about the fact she's a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. She shouldn't be here even though she had every right to. She shouldn't be anywhere other men could eye her hungrily, let alone at a place with a man glued to her side. Seeing her laugh or giggle at whatever the man told her after leaning down to her ear made the noise around me white out with rage. Saying I was livid would be a gross understatement.
Was he the one who'd been making her smile whenever she'd look at her phone? The one who'd been taking up her time? Time that should have been spent on me? On us? Was he the one she blew me off for? Was this the man with a death wish?
The crazed laugh bubbled in my chest as I hid my maddening grin behind my hand. If she thought this sorry replacement of me would be good enough for her, she had another thing coming. If he thought he could take what's mine, then he would have something else coming after him.
My gaze remained locked on Hanna and the man with his arm around her waist. I couldn't focus on anyone or anything else but them. Everything faded into a blur with how my vision was pinpointed at them, following them as they made their way towards the stairs that led down to the playrooms.
Like a predator on the kill, I stalked after them with an eerily calm face even though a storm raged inside me.
People parted like the Red Sea as I advanced. No doubt they could feel the heavy, suffocating waves of rage rolling from me and wanted to avoid me like the plague right now. I wouldn't be surprised if a single look from me would drop a person dead if they dared garner my attention right now.
Keeping some distance, I followed Hanna down to the lower level, watching as she slipped into a playroom with the man.
Instantly, I recognized one of the rooms as a viewing room for those who enjoyed voyeurism.
Sucking a deep, sharp breath through my gritted teeth, I look over at the guard next to the door for the viewing room. "No one, and I mean no one, goes into this room until I'm gone. Is that clear?" I barely recognized my own voice when I gave the order. It was so low and grave with anger.
"Yes, sir." The guard knew better than to question an order from their employer.
Although the club technically belonged to Nikolai and Arseny, all of the Volkov brothers stood high up on the chain of command at all our clubs.
Entering the viewing room, I nearly slammed the door shut out of a fit of rage before standing right up to the two-way mirror, watching Hanna with narrowed eyes.
A huge part of me wanted to charge in there and tear her away from the man when I saw him strip her bare. No man should be touching her, no one but me. Those hands running down her toned body should be mine, not his. He didn't deserve to be touching her godly body.
Her haunting moans of pleasure echoed into the viewing room, sending shivers down my spine to my raging hard cock that strained painfully in my pants. The ache to be buried inside of her was excruciatingly painful, taking into account how she was right there on the other side of the wall, completely naked and wet, more than ready for me to slip the entirety of my thick length into her until her eyes rolled.
My fisted hands remained stuffed in the pockets of my tightened pants as I continued to watch Hanna let herself be taken by this chump with rageful eyes. As the session continued, I couldn't do anything but remain stiff like a board. This whole thing was practically torture.
It was only when Hanna's climax hit that my body loosened back up. Hearing her sweet, soft moan of pleasure when she orgasmed sent a shiver down my spine. Her moan nearly did me in as well; I almost came from hearing the height of her pleasure.
"Tsk." My teeth would fall out at this rate from how often and hard I gritted and ground them.
After snapping a quick picture of the man's and Hanna's faces, I swiftly exited the room and trudged out of the club to my car in the parking garage. The drive home went by in an angry haze because the only thing on my mind was what I witnessed at the club, which played on a constant loop.
My body bolted to my home office when I made it home in one piece. The stiffness and tension in my fingers begged to be relieved by my keyboard after I eagerly sat behind my desk.
