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“Don’t push it,” I warn him. “Once you go in the back rooms with her, he’ll find her straight away. He’ll want to talk to her, and she’ll give him the envelope for Viktor.”
Viktor Volkov won’t be at Vue Club, but I know exactly who will take us to him. As long as we find him, we’ll find Aleksei too. The most important thing is to cut the head of the snake. And Viktor is very much the one who controls it all.
Lik is still lost in his thoughts, looking at everything on the table with shining eyes. I settle behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Someone misses being dominant,” I acknowledge, my head dropping to the crook of his neck.
I feel him shrug his shoulders. “I guess. Sometimes.”
I changed Lik. His switch tendencies went out the window when he became my sub. He loves me, and he did it for me. I should have told him we’d look into it again, that we would talk about it. I didn’t because it would have been a lie. My need to dominate someone is non-negotiable. I’m a Dom, and I can’t change that. He’s been fine with it until now. Our life of BDSM can only work that way if it’s only the two of us.
If someone else were to join us…
My thoughts are cut short by Rose walking back into the room. I watch from her bare feet, my eyes slowly licking all the way up her long, tanned legs, then enjoying the way the black lace thong embraces her pussy, her hips. My appreciation is cut short after her waist, just to fall on her arms crossed across her chest and covering her breasts.
“Don’t get shy on us,” Lik tells her. “Half of the North Shore has seen what you’re hiding. Don’t get me started on Stoneview.”
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t care about his words. She’s never been apologetic about her sex life, and she’s not about to start at the point when she’s probably having the least amount of sex she’s ever had. She doesn’t uncross her arms and my brows furrow, wondering what she could possibly be hiding.
Her tattooed stomach, peppered with small designs, is tight and her ribs are showing less than before she was taken. I can only assume she was treated alright by the Volkov brothers. Something I already had guessed. My eyes stick to the small heart tattoo on her hip, the one with an S in it. I gulp, my fingers itching to touch my own heart with an R in it. It’s in the exact same spot on my body. Instead, I step away from Lik, just in time to notice him readjust himself in his trousers.
“Come here,” I say as I grab the bottom leather harness. I unbuckle the belt and open it, expecting her to stand in between my arms.
“Come on,” she groans. “Is this really necessary?”
I stay silent, and my boyfriend replies for me. “In case you missed the info, it’s a BDSM club, princess. Now wrap yourself in leather.”
“I’m not putting that thing on,” she says with a little more conviction. She takes a step back away from me but straight into Lik’s arms, who was waiting right behind her.
“Gotcha,” he teases her with excitement.
He holds her shoulders while I slip the belt around her waist. I buckle it and kneel in front of her. My heart stops, and I struggle to take a breath. A sense of comfortable warmth wraps around me at the same time as her perfume overcomes me. My heart fails me while my brain fails my intellect. My muscles relax into bliss, and a thought I refuse to acknowledge crosses my mind.
Kneeling at Rose’s feet is the most natural I’ve ever felt.
My chest constricts, making me feel like this is what I was born to do.
My pause must be felt because Rose shifts. I shake my head, refusing to look up at her like a worshiper fearing the divinity standing upon him.
I roll my shoulders and get to work again, forcing thoughts and feelings out of my mind. This woman has the aura of a goddess, the strength to move mountains and separate oceans.
Who am I to think I could ever break her?
I scratch my throat and look in front of me. I need to do this. The money, the vengeance. Just think of that.
Two leather garters dangle from suspenders linked to the belt. I have to unbuckle them too, and I wrap them tightly around her thin thighs. A bit of her skin pinches when I buckle the left one and she hisses above me. The sound of her pain brings blood to my dick.
I get up slowly, taking my time to grab the harness I’m going to put around her chest. I try to clear my thoughts and control my cock that is slowly hardening in my jeans.
“Uncross your arms,” I tell her. My voice feels rough; it’s hard to control the lustful need crossing my body.
Behind her, I can see Lik’s eyes lighting up like they want to lick fire off her tanned skin.
Rose doesn’t move, starting a tornado of feelings in my heart. “Rose,” I reprimand her. “I saiduncross. Your. Arms.”
There’s something in her eyes I can hardly explain. A mix of dread and sorrow. Lik squeezes her shoulders until her face twists from the ache. Slowly, she uncrosses her arms.
It’s instant. My eyes go to it straight away.
The tattoo under her left breast.
