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I brush my hair back behind my shoulders, I’m not here for the extremely sexy stranger…I need to find out what my step-mother and step-sisters are up to. Keeping my goal in mind, I down my drink.
It’s go time.
After walking away from the bar, I catch a glimpse of Mia. I follow her, staying in the shadows. She enters a room that leads to a back hallway and when she gets to the doorway at the end, I see her put in a code before going through.
I check to make sure no one is paying attention to me and make my way to the door. I try the handle but of course it’s locked. What’s someone trying to hide behind an encoded access only door? And why does Mia have the code?
While I’m staring at the door trying to figure out my next move, a voice comes through the speakers. I follow the sound back down the hallway and enter a room where hordes of people are sitting in chairs facing a stage.
Quickly walking around to the back of the room staying hidden in the shadows, I glance around. My step-mother is sitting close to a man that I don’t recognize. He leans over as he places a hand on her thigh and whispers something in her ear. My blood starts to boil. What the hell is she doing? Cheating on my dying father? Even though I’m not entirely surprised…it hurts. My heart hurts for him even though he will most likely never know. My father is a good man and I want more for him than her.
While my mind starts to race with all possibilities of what could be happening right in front of me the light on the stage turns the audience quiet. That’s when I feel it. A tingle of awareness starts to slide down my spine as the hairs on my neck stand up.
Straightening my spine and rolling my shoulders back, I stand tall keeping my attention to the stage.
Glancing over to watch my step-mother and her date, neither of them speaking, just watching as the man on the stage announces something…
Did he say an auction?
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Mikhail
Standing here, I soak up the energy of the room. It feels fucking amazing. The atmosphere of the club, especially on a night like tonight you can’t help but get swept up. The sexual tension runs through the whole club and continues to rise with each guest that enters.
The theme tonight is masked sexual freedom. Once a month, I host a party just like tonight. Guests are required to wear a mask to hide their identity, allowing powerful players to enjoy anonymously. It offers the freedom of indulgence without any real consequence. For added protection, we do make participants sign an NDA, get searched upon entering, and the club is littered with recording devices.
It keeps our clients safe from each other but not from me. Tonight, I will be collecting their preferences and deeds as insurance policies. Insurance against my enemies. Insurance against my friends. I trust no one. Leaning over the balcony, I watch. Some guests stare and gawk, some look on with longing and interest, while others engage in sexual activities. You can taste the excitement in the air.
At a table below me is the mayor and his wife. As regulars at these parties, they really enjoy themselves.
I watch as he spreads his wife out over the table. From this position, I can’t see her pussy– only the sly look on her face that tells me she’s loving what he’s doing to her. Closing her eyes, she throws her head back as he eats her pussy like a starving man.
I can’t help but smirk. I love to watch and these two love to be watched.
The room is dark, but I can just imagine her juices dripping down his face. When she comes hard, he looks up at me and winks.
Fucking winks.
I adjust my hardening cock as I continue to watch. No one ever joins in the fun…our illustrious mayor doesn’t share. In the recesses of my mind, I reluctantly acknowledge that the idea of having someone who belongs only to me could be something that I might want in the future. When it comes to relationships, I keep them as simple as possible. I don’t do repeats. I don’t do feelings. I don’t do attachments. I keep things as clean as possible. It’s easier, especially with the life I lead. Women don’t understand my lifestyle and I haven’t found anyone I want to explain things to.
I tip my chin at the mayor and continue to admire this small piece of heaven that I’ve built. I can’t help but preen a little knowing that I was able to accomplish this without anyone’s help. Especially not my father’s.
My father, the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. He loves to be in control and that includes my life. I was able to keep this club out of his hands as long as I continue to do my duty as his heir.
I touch the solid black mask on my face that resembles the phantom, ensuring it’s still in place. Everyone here knows who I am but I like to keep up appearances for the parties’ sake.
Suddenly, I freeze. In my thirty-four years, I have never seen a more beautiful woman. She’s standing at the bar with light shining behind her, illuminating her like an angel from heaven.
My angel put on this earth for me…just me.
The woman is wearing a pale blue strapless dress that sparkles under the lights of the club giving her an even more ethereal feel. The material clings to every curve. And for fucks sake…she’s got curves. I can tell she’s younger than me, but I don’t give a shit about that. Her dark, chestnut brown hair curls down her back and I want to wrap it around my hand and tilt her head back as her luscious lips wrap around my cock.
When she looks up and our eyes meet, my cock hardens against the front of my jeans. Fuck! I thought she was beautiful before, but her light blue eyes hypnotize me even more. What is happening to me? I have never been instantly drawn to a woman like this before.
As we stare into each other’s eyes, I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Is she wondering what my rough hands will feel like roaming over her body as I worship her? Or maybe what it might be like down on her knees as she takes me all the way down her throat?
Her mask leaves only her eyes, and pouty lips exposed. The Rolodex of invited guests plays through my mind, but I can’t place her. Who is she?
