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“You know what it is. It’s just an arrangement. Nothing else.”
“Does that help you sleep at night? Lying to yourself?”
“It’s not a lie.”
Nick leans toward me. “Regardless, if the man touches you, I’ll have to cut off whatever he touched you with. Just know that.”
I take another sip of my drink. “Isn’t Wonderland supposed to be an escape from reality? I didn’t come here to talk about my father and my messed-up situation.” I turn fully to face him so he can look me in the eyes as I try to bat my eyelashes and give a “pretty please” look. “I would rather we go to a private birthday party. You are acting like you own me.”
He gives methe look. The look that involves dark eyes that penetrate and a firm jaw that tempts to be licked. I feel the beginning signs of moisture pooling between my legs. This man has a seductive power over me like no one can possibly understand.
The truth is I find Nick’s overprotective and possessive need over me hot as hell. But I also don’t want him knowing it, in fear that I could create a monster if he knows I’ve given him the green light to take full ownership of me.
“I own you. I will always own you,” he states. “I’m half tempted to lock you in a cage and swallow the key.”
“Fine… but I’d like to play in that cage in the party room tonight.” I pause and watch Nick drink slowly, his gaze locked with mine. “Come on. Please? We don’t have to stay long. The minute you want to leave, we do. I’m curious and… I really want to see what all the hype is about.”
A smile washes over his breathtakingly handsome face. “You really do have my balls in the palm of your hand. I can’t resist when you beg.” He leans back and sighs deeply. “Fine. But my rules tonight… one hundred percent. What I say goes. You don’t argue, you don’t resist, and you don’t try to sweet-talk your way in or out of a situation I take control of. My rules or we don’t go.”
Excited that I got my way far easier than I expected, I eagerly nod. “Your rules.”
Chapter Twelve
Nick
Lyriope believes attendingthe private party is her idea.
How wrong she is.
This has been my plan all along.
It’s long overdue for everyone to see this woman holding on to my arm. I want everyone to see she is mine. I want them to hear her cry out my name. I want them to see my dick being shoved inside of her. I want everyone in this room to spread the gossip wide and far that Nick Hudson has a new toy to play with. And that special possession is Lyriope Morelli.
I want everyone…everyone… to know that when I want something, I will stop at nothing to make it mine.
Large urns of long-stem white roses are placed around the room, and the massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling casts an almost eerie light over the evening. Sleek leather furniture, the smell of arousal, and a sizzling buzz of hushed conversations. Gothic seduction is a perfect way to describe this room. It truly is magnificent and has an ability to make any dick hard the minute you enter through the doors. It screams sex. It demands pleasure and desire. This room has the power to convert a priest to a sex-crazed monster, and to steal the purity of the Virgin Mary herself.
Half-dressed women surround me, some are even naked, but my eyes are for one woman only. And asmywoman stands next to me—regardless of who’d argue against that fact—her handsecurely in mine, I know I have to grant her this one unbirthday wish. She wants to attend, and I truly am a sucker for giving her what she truly craves. Lyriope leans up against a glass table and sips from a flute of champagne that she grabbed from a passing tray the minute we entered.
The aroma of sex and desire already hangs heavy in the room, and the night has just begun. It’s the waiting game as we all sip our champagne and mostly observe. My staff has done an amazing job setting up the ambiance for the night. Naked women wearing nothing but silver tassels on their tits dance seductively to the music coming from the DJ down below on the main dance floor. Our pregame entertainment before the true festivities begin are a mixture of opulence, elegance, and pure carnal lust. The mood is set, and though no one is fully engaged in sexual acts yet, the hunt is on. Men walk around the room searching for their prey, and once they find their object of desire for the night, there are no rules.
But one.
No one, and I mean no one, better dare look atmywoman… until I say they can.
I notice that Lyriope reaches for her second glass of champagne as a waitress passes which tells me that though this girl pretends to be all in on attending the party, she’s nervous.
“Do you want to change your mind?” I ask, leaning into her ear.
She shakes her head. “No. Seeing this, watching…” She looks up at me and presses her body up against mine. “Makes me curiouser and curiouser.” She places her lips to mine, the alcohol taste of her tongue briefly dancing on the seam of my mouth. She breaks away from the kiss and glances around at all the women and men who are slowly shedding whatever clothing they have on. “Have you changed your mind?”
“I have only one thing on my mind,” I say, taking hold of her hips and pulling her even closer to me, my hardening cock pressing painfully against my pants. “I want my dick inside of you.”
She pulls away just enough so she can look up into my eyes. She hooks her finger into the strap of her dress and lowers it off her shoulder. “You can do that right here,” she nearly purrs. “You can shove your dick inside of me while everyone watches you claim me.”
The sound of someone being flogged briefly interrupts our wicked thoughts as we can’t help but look to the back wall where a naked woman is up against a chaise, having her bare ass punished by a man in a black suit.
The night has truly begun. All bets are off. Let the wicked games begin.
