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She scoffs. "I don't think it. I know it. I see it in your eyes. They've changed since we've gotten in here."
I swallow hard. My mouth turns dry. She's right. My blood's been pumping hot through my veins since I stepped foot inside.
The club's one of the things I really missed when I was in Ireland. Sure, Ireland has strip clubs, sex clubs, and everything else America has, but nothing is like this place.
Part of the rush is how all the crime families are here. You're either an alliance or an enemy. It all adds to the heightened anticipation of everything.
So the buzz of the city is one thing, but this place? Well, everything that happens in this building takes New York City to another level. And nowhere else in the world has a place like this.
She pushes herself off me, keeps her hand on my chest, and steps around the chair. She slides my sport coat off my shoulders and down my arms, and I'm putty in her hands. I lean forward until it's discarded.
Leaning over me, she glides her hands down my chest and abdomen until they reach my cock.
Her soft black hair falls against my torso, and her perfume flares in my nostrils. It's a combination she created.
I bought her Jo Malone scents, and she mixed the wood, sage, and sea salt, with the red rose and mimosa cardamum. It's pure fucking perfection. I've never smelled anything like it. Mixed with the scent of her pussy... Well, shit. It's been driving me nuts all night.
I hold her chin, then kiss her. It's the most intense kiss she's ever given me. Her tongue thrashes around my mouth as if we're at war, and before I know what I'm doing, I rise and spin her, pinning her against the couch.
She shrieks. I push her over the chair, so her ass is in the air, and hold her down.
"Tynan, wh-what are ya doing?" she cries out.
I hold her firmly, my palm on her ass cheek, and declare, "It's time ya got punished. You're a fucking vixen. Ya act innocent, but you're not."
"I—"
"Ya want to experience this club? Then it's time ya understand who Daddy really is," I growl. Then I slap her ass.
She yelps and jerks into the air.
I slap it again several times until my hand marks her ass and then I rise and pull her over the chair. I set her in it and loom before her. I warn, "Bad girls get punishments. Is that what ya want, my princess? To be punished? Because that's what I do to women here. When they don't obey me, they pay for it."
Her eyes widen and her breath hitches.
I grab her wrists and hold them above her head. "I also don't like you to have any ability to move unless I want you to. What do you think about that?" I challenge, part of me wanting her to cave and beg to go home, and the other part wanting her to tell me to keep going.
She says nothing, but her breath turns even more shallow. Her bottom lip slightly quivers, and it's all too much. She's the devil. A temptress.
I have to start looking at her as one, I tell myself.
Jesus, I'm so fucking hard.
"Is this what ya want, or do ya want to go home?" I challenge, offering one last out. I add, "I won't ask ya again."
She swallows hard. "We're staying," she answers in her thick Irish accent.
I don't give her any more time to think. All my inhibitions are lost, destroyed by her tempting me.
And I realize I'm her prey. She's in charge. She knows it. No matter how much I look like I'm calling the shots, I'm not. She knows it, and I know it.
So I stand in front of her and yank her hips to the edge of the seat. I drop my pants, kick off my shoes, and step out of them so I'm fully naked in front of her.
She stares at my hard-on, deeply inhales, and slowly looks up at me with her big blues. Then she licks her lips. It's the most fucking gorgeous thing I've ever seen, and I'm once again a sucker.
I grab the back of her head. I push her into me.
She doesn't flinch. She grabs my cock, taking it into her mouth, deep-throating it in one swallow and then swirling her tongue around it.
