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She doesn’t wait for my reply, she just moves to the other foot, slowly sliding it into the shoe and pulling the fabric and soft leather lining up over her knee. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. My cock jumped with excitement at the thought of her skin beneath my hungry fingers. I dropped to one knee, pressing my head against her inner thigh. My hand slides up the back of her leg, with my thumb landing dangerously close to her sweet little pussy. The other hand slides her zipper into place and continues up her leg past its brother to drag across her wetness. It nearly drives me to turn my head and devour her until I feel her leg quiver in anticipation. Instead, I pull away, leaving her reeling from the closeness and desire. “Later, mon amour,my love,“ I whisper against her ear, but she’s having none of it.
“Non,no,“ she growls at me dangerously as she utters the French words she spent months learning while I was on my most recent assignment. She thrusts herself into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, and her lips are wickedly close to mine. “It’s now or never,” she purrs, tempting me.
“I’m fine, you’ll change your mind, you always do.” I arch my brow, challenging her, and step back to help her into the leather jacket. She zips it up and looks in the mirror above the server to admire herself.
“It still fits like a glove. I always forget how much I love this jacket.”
“Me too,” I breathe huskily as my eyes rake over all her perfect curves. I reach for her hand and she slides hers into mine. Together, we walk out to the car. A man on each side of the car opens our doors before taking their places in the black SUV parked behind us.
“The Porsche,” she laughs. “Isn’t this a little too much?”
“Nothing is too much for Cruella,” I say, looking her in the eye with an incredibly serious face. Her laughter cracks my smile, and I am forced to look away from her icy blue eyes. I turn the ignition over and the roar of the engine sends a rush of adrenaline shooting through my veins. “Are you ready?” I ask her, dumping the clutch, holding my foot on both the brake and the gas for a burnout.
She rolls her eyes and smiles. “Ready!”
The car goes squealing down the drive and out through the gates. I guide us away from the safety of home and out into the night, our sights set on the lower downtown district. A place where speakeasies and private clubs lay in secret wait for all those entitled to enter. We merged effortlessly onto the highway. My hand leaves the shifter to grab hers, bringing it to rest against my thigh. A mischievous grin rests on her beautiful face. She starts to rub my thigh, inching her hand higher and higher until she finds my length and begins stroking. “These jeans are Armani, mon ange,my angel.”
“I know,” she says, teasing me with her mouth and her hands, which haven’t stopped.
I moan, then downshift, switching lanes and shooting across traffic, weaving in and out of the cars until I am staring at an open stretch once more. Next to me, she squeals with delight. The way I drive so erratically, yet fully in control as the music plays around us, has always been a way into her panties. I take my eyes from the road to gaze at her. “Should we open her up?” I ask, my dubious intent crystal clear.
“Yes!” is all she has to whisper, and then we are off flying down the highway to another world. We are headed straight into danger, but I’m not scared and my Queen has no reason to worry about her safety when she’s on my arm. Protection is abundant when you wear the marks I wear. It’s not just another world, it’s our world, and the night belongs to people like us.
Wepulluptothe club, leaving the car with the valet. I snap my fingers at our men and they pay the man a tip. The sign above the door flickers its neon lights. Arkham. It means an evil village and symbolizes the type of individuals you might find inside. We walk right past the front entrance, though, and the two men blending into the dark shadows of the doorway. On the side of the building, in the middle of the alley, is an unmarked black door. A VIP entrance into the club reserved for its most exclusive members. I knock three times and the door swings open to reveal a burley guy a few inches shorter than me. He’s wearing a suit, but it only makes him look more intimidating. Even if he wasn’t one of my own men, I could still easily take him. My shirt lays open, the ink below my collar bone peeks through. A brand, adorned by all the men of any importance inside. The doorman stops us, shining a flashlight in my eyes. “Mark,” he says, emotionless.
I feel the squeeze against my arm, encouragement to embarrass the man. Without a second thought, I slide my right hand across my lips, just under my nose. Under the light, the skull markings are clearly visible. The doorman shakes with fear. The highest mark, the mark of the elite. “My apologies,” he whispers as he fumbles with the door to let us in.
“Nice knowing ya,” she says, booping the doorman on the nose as I lead us both inside.
Behind us, the sounds of a muffled tussle are drowned out by the thumping of the deep bass blaring through the speakers. That guy won’t make the mistake of not recognizing his future king again, and if he does, well, he will wish he hadn’t. He won’t live to mistake me a third time. If you don’t know the club, then you can’t possibly protect the club. Membership is a rigorous and never ending test.
“Careful, mon amour,my love.“ I say, scooping her into my arms and carrying her up the steps to the top floor of the club. Her hand slides under my collar and against my neck, while her fingers trace her favorite tattoo. A pair of lips; her lips. It doesn’t just make me smile to know she’s thinking about me and that night. The night I claimed her sweet little pussy as mine. I’m hard just thinking about it, but she knows that. She knows every touch that will drive me over the edge, every word I’ve ever fantasized coming out of those pretty lips of hers. She knows my need, and the way I want to feel her surrounding me, swallowing every inch to accommodate my length. I am fighting the urge to come unhinged. I could slide her on my lap and fuck her in front of the entire club, and no one would bat an eye. However, I would never, I could never, disrespect my Queen that way.
“Stop, or I will be forced to take you back down these stairs, throw you in the Porsche, and fly home so I can fuck you,” I growl in her ear.
She laughs, tempting me to do exactly that. “I thought we had to put in an appearance?”
“We already have. Everything else is just icing on the cake at this point.” I breathe huskily in her ear, dragging my tongue across it for good measure.
At the top of the stairs, I set my Queen down and bring her hand to my hungry mouth, kissing it with a soft crushing of my lips. She smiles, looking me in the eye like I am the prey and she is the hunter. I gulp uncomfortably, but our stare off is interrupted by someone calling our names.
“Christian, how nice of you to make it tonight, and who is this you have with you? It can’t be Miss Quinn, so good to see you. It’s been too long.” His deep voice booms as he schmoozes us.
So this is the new guy the boss wanted me to meet. I run my eyes up and down him. He is short and stocky, an older gentleman and hairy. He wears his hair slicked back flat against his head like an old time gangster. A few gaudy rings decorate his knuckles. He laughs nervously, like a bird calling to the wind, “Ha, Ha, Ha. A man of few words, I see. That will make our discussion faster so you two can enjoy yourselves and the many libations the club has to offer.”
“Pleasure,” Quinn says with a wink and a smile.
I glare at him, narrowing my eyes. How dare he speak of business in front of the boss’s daughter? It’s rule number one. If she sees nothing and hears nothing, then she knows nothing. I clench my fists by my side. This guy, Le Manchot,The Penguin,is already rubbing me the wrong way. The Boss thinks we can trust him though, and asked me to hear him and his expansion plans out. I shoot Quinn a steely look, that says she best forget everything she just heard and make nothing of it. I don’t wait for a reassuring reply of any kind. It wasn’t a question; it was an order.
“This way, Ma Chérie,my darling,you can dance for me while I talk to our new acquaintance.“ I lead Quinn over to a nearby table and slide into the plush seat. Across from me, she slides in front of a strip pole and starts moving her hips seductively. Even though my eyes stay trained on her, watching the way she snakes her body, I am listening to everything Le Manchot,has to say. I can see out of the corner of my eyes the way he wiggles uncomfortably in his seat as he actively avoids accidentally looking at my girl. It makes my lips turn up in a mischievous grin, and Quinn blows a kiss my way.
Chapter 2
Puddin Pop
Quinn-
Hiseyesholdmineuntil he drops them to resume watching the way my body moves to the music. I dance like no one is watching but him. I really should behave, but there’s something so satisfying about the way his jealousy boils beneath his skin. He’s trying hard to listen. I can tell from the expression on his face, but deep down I know he wishes he could be next to me, touching me. It makes me long to feel his fingers grazing my skin. The attraction between us burns like fire, amplifying our desires for one another. I spin, dipping my hips in a sexy maneuver, just for him and watch over my shoulder as he nearly comes unglued. If this is what torture feels like than I’m a glutton for it. I blow a kiss his way and he winks to let me know he caught it. I keep dancing all for him. I’ll dance all night for him if he asks me to.
