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Blood spread across his upper lip as he sneered before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and using it to staunch the bleeding. He dropped his hand from Alessandra’s arm, and she immediately squeezed against Drake’s side. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her arm to comfort her.
“You’re going to regret that, bastardo.”
Their interaction garnered attention from the bartender and those in earshot. A harsh voice spoke up behind them, raising the hair on the back of Alessandra’s neck.
“Who is making this racket in my club?”
“Scusi, Capo. I was attempting to put the trash on the curb,” Lorenzo said, indicating Alessandra.
Alessandra shrank further into Drake at Enzo’s cloying smile. She felt violated as his eyes undressed her. He was just like the men her father had forced her to entertain. Drake pushed Alessandra behind him and balled his fists.
“That’s my wife your people keep insulting, Enzo. I will pluck out your eyes and grind them under my boot if you don’t stop leering at her. She deserves to be treated with respect as your guest.”
Enzo leaned close to Lorenzo, whispering something Alessandra couldn’t make out over the music. The guard visibly paled, and it wasn’t a result of the blood continuing to ooze from his nostrils.
“Scusi, Mrs. Prazza. I meant no offense,” he said before scurrying away.
“It’s Mrs. Walker,” she corrected him, but he didn’t turn around to acknowledge her.
“Forgive Lorenzo’s poor manners. We don’t usually consort with the enemy here. But you are most welcome, my dear. Your beauty clearly transforms civilized men such as us into beasts thinking with our dicks versus our heads.”
Drake’s teeth ground so hard, Alessandra feared they would burst out of his skull.
“I’m not here as an agent of my father. I wanted to speak with you on my own accord,” she said.
“Look around, my dear. I run a pleasurable establishment here. The night is still young, and our introductions left a bitter taste in my mouth. Enjoy the facilities. I reserved my best suite for you. Drink and play for now. I’ll send for you when I’m ready.”
Enzo motioned for the bartender to pour drinks. Three Negronis were placed on the counter. Drake handed Alessandra her glass, and Enzo raised his.
“Salute. Welcome to the family, Mrs. Prazza.”
As Alessandra took a sip of the bittersweet cocktail, a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. If she puked, she hoped it would be right on Enzo’s polished black wingtips.
***
Chapter Thirty
A hostess wearing nothing but a thong appeared as though magically summoned. Her heavily made-up face made her appear grotesque in the hellish hues of the track lights. Drake suspected very few people looked at her face. They were too busy looking at her milk-worthy, oversized breasts with nothing concealing them.
The hostess led them up the back stairs to the second floor, which was heavily carpeted and muffled their steps. Bodily fluids must be a bitch to clean out of that, Drake thought wryly. They passed several doors with different symbols on them. The symbols corresponded to the scene set within. She opened a heavy black ornate door with fangs carved into the wood.
Inside was a gothic dungeon for those interested in biting, blood play, or other vampiric fantasies. In the center of the room was a large four-poster bed with a sculpted, arched, red velvet-upholstered headboard. The bed itself was made up with black silk sheets and an assortment of pillows. The bedposts were carved wood, which wouldn’t allow shackling, but an under-the-mattress restraint system nullified that issue.
The honeycomb ceiling glowed with a purple light that reflected on the marble floor. A lush rug lay between the bed and a lit faux fireplace for those wishing to make love on the floor. Silver candelabras with red taper candles were lit on the mantle and side table. Red drapes opened to reveal a large walled mirror. A straight-back ornate chair was positioned next to the bed, and its match sat in the far corner for voyeurs.
A large hand-carved wooden chest held an assortment of handheld sex toys. Various restraints hung from the wall, including a heavy link chain. In the bureau was a drawer of scarves ranging from sheer to opaque. The closet contained heavier equipment along with crops and floggers.
“Climb on the bed, Alessandra,” Drake instructed.
Alessandra followed his command, slipping off her stilettos before climbing up and kneeling in her dress. Drake looked her over for a moment, appreciating how far she’d come from their first encounter with her tear-soaked face as her father forced her to kneel in her wedding dress.
Once she was in position, Alessandra could do nothing more than wait. Drake opened all the drawers and cabinets, looking through the toys and props they could use that evening.
Drake flicked his palm with a few crops before choosing a black leather heart-tipped one. He chose a rigid spreader bar with leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Alessandra could squirm and squeal all she wanted, but there’d be no escape. She didn’t have experience with this particular restraint, and he couldn’t wait to put her body in the perfect position for spanking and fucking.
He found an array of different-sized, colored vibrators, from an egg to a rabbit, choosing a moderately sized purple vibrator. Lastly, on impulse, he picked a gem-tipped stainless steel anal plug. It was time to push her boundaries.
Drake brought his selection to the foot of the bed in Alessandra’s eyesight. Her face flushed deeper with each new item he laid before her. He caressed her collarbone and down her arm with the back of his knuckles. Goosebumps erupted on her skin in their wake.
