Chapter 44

CHAPTER 44

AMARA

“Where are we going?”

Fionn fixes my blindfold while I squeeze my thighs together when his large hand rests on my leg.

“It’s a surprise.” His gravelly tone tiptoes up my body, making me weak with desire.

His fingers slide up my leg through the long slit of my black silk gown. All he told me was that we’d be heading somewhere fun for our date this evening. I’m definitely excited, but nervous beyond belief.

It’s been three days since I told him I loved him, and things between us have been stronger than ever. I realized that even with all his flaws, he’s an amazing man. An amazing father. There’s absolutely no one who can love me and our daughter the way he does.

I want to be with him, and nothing will change that anymore. Whatever comes, I’ll deal with it the best way I can.

Because I want to be Amara Quinn. I want to be his wife.

He rests his hand over my stomach, rubbing a thumb over it.

“How’s our boy doing?” That huskiness sends tingles down my body.

“We don’t know if it’s a boy yet.” My smile widens.

I know he says it doesn’t matter, but he wants a boy after Fia, and I want to give him that.

“You’re right, we don’t. According to the stuff I read, he or she is the size of a blueberry this week.”

I let out a laugh.

Yes, my Mafia husband has been reading all about pregnancy since we found out. I think it’s adorable, which is not at all how everyone else would describe him, but it can be our little secret.

“The doc said we can find out soon with that blood test he mentioned,” he adds.

“Do you wanna find out? Because I kinda want it to be a surprise.”

He laughs. “You and your surprises.” His thick fingers feel so good on my skin. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Not being able to see him makes his raspy voice sound so much sexier than it already is.

My core throbs, and it’s like he knows it too, his fingers lowering to my thighs again. My sex drive has been at an all-time high lately, and he definitely read that too and has been taking full advantage.

Grabbing his wrist, I lead him just where I want him.

“Mm. Already wet for me.” His gravelly groan as he rubs my clit has a cry escaping from my lips.

He eases two fingers inside me, curling them while his thumb works me slow, then fast, until I’m ready to explode.

“Not yet, baby. I want you to save that for later.”

I have no idea what he means, but I don’t think I can last in this state through dinner.

“Please,” I beg, needing it so badly.

Instead, he removes his hand while I gasp in protest. And then I notice that the car has stopped.

“Where are we?” I ask as he pulls my blindfold down.

As my vision adjusts to the surroundings, I notice we’re at an industrial brick building, people all around, dressed up in gowns and suits. But that’s not all…

They’re all wearing masks, like those masquerade types. Super fancy.

“What is this place?”

His smirk grows. “It’s a private club. Owned by Konstantin. I heard you ran into him in the hall the other day.”

My eyes expand. “Oh. Him. I probably should’ve mentioned that.”

Nerves pummel in my gut.

“Don’t worry, he did.” He laughs.

“Who is he, exactly? And please don’t lie to me.”

“I have no intention of lying, baby.” Picking up my hand, he holds it in his lap. “He’s the head of the Russian Mob. The Pakhan, as they call it.”

My heart races at the revelation.

I was talking to the head of the Russian Mob… Holy shit.

I swear, this all sounds like a movie.

“And what kind of club is this?”

He chuckles just under his breath. “A sex club.”

“What?” I laugh, because of course this is a joke.

Right?

When he stares at me with a serious expression, my pulse hikes up.

“Oh my God, you’re serious.”

“Don’t be nervous.” He strokes my jaw with his hard knuckles, his gaze narrowing and turning heavy-lidded. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just watch. Or I can take you to a private corner and fuck you while everyone walks by, knowing exactly what I’m doing to you.”

My pussy clenches. “What else?”

A salacious grin grows on his perfectly sculpted face. “Or…I can take you into a room and have my way with you.”

“How?” My voice drops, my body tight from the orgasm he denied me.

“I’d use my rope, lift you up in the air and eat your pussy while they watch, then fuck you. We’d draw a nice crowd too, with the way you’d be screaming for me.”

“Oh God.” I shift in the seat, completely turned on.

Could I actually do all that?

“You’d be in a mask. So would I,” he assures me. “It’s required.”

“So no one would actually know it’s me?”

His fingers lace up and down my knee while my breaths come in heavy pulls. I want to try everything he just described, but I’ve never been naked in front of people before.

“No one except Konstantin.”

My gaze expands. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

His mouth picks up on one side. “That he gets to see how beautiful you are, but can’t do a thing about it?” The pads of his fingers slide between my thighs, tracing over my core. “It actually turns me on, little rabbit.” He flicks my clit and my eyes roll back. “Knowing he can’t touch you. That you’re mine. Like I’m dangling you in front of them all. But no one gets to enjoy this beautiful body but me.”

He thrusts inside me, fingering me so deep that my nails sink into the leather, needing to be taken out of my misery.

But just as before, he slides out of me, torturing me again.

He pops open the glove compartment and removes two masks, handing me a black one with gold crystal-encrusted loopy designs that end with a feather above one eye. “Put that on.”

I slip the elastic around my face while he gets his on, a simple black half-mask.

Adjusting it on my nose, I open the mirror above and stare at myself. I don’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. No one else will either. But Konstantin seeing me without my clothes on still makes me uneasy.

His devilish smirk slowly spreads, making my nerves swell. “You ready to go, mo ban dia?”

“No.” I grimace. “I don’t think it’s something anyone is ready for, but I’m willing to try.”

“If at any point you want to leave, just tell me and we will.”

That puts me at ease.

Getting out of the car first, he comes around to open my door, taking my hand in his as I step out onto the street. Cars are all around us—so many, I wouldn’t even be able to count.

Together, we make it toward a security guard with a red devil’s mask, waving a device in front of a couple before us.

“What is he doing?”

“Scanning masks. Each one has a chip, which is connected by a number to our membership information.”

“Membership?”

This is insane.

“Yeah, it’s invite-only.”

Geez!

“And you’ve been a member for how long?”

If he’s been here, then he must’ve participated. I know it was before me, but my stomach goes all twisted at the thought of my husband touching other women and doing God knows what to them.

“A while.” His arm wraps around my hips, lips lowering to my ear. “But I’ve wanted you here with me from the time we met.”

I want to ask more, but it’s our turn now. As the man silently scans us, I think it’s better not to know anyway. Anything that happened before me doesn’t matter.

“Phone,” the guard says, holding out a clear plastic bag.

“Oh, uh…” I glance at Fionn, who’s already throwing his phone in it.

“It’s for everyone’s protection,” he explains. “That way no one takes photos or videos.”

That makes sense. Reaching into my handbag, I grab mine and put it in with Fionn’s. Once we’re done, a woman in a red strapless gown ushers us inside toward the elevator, which arrives in seconds.

My heart echoes in my ribs as we enter. She follows us silently, pressing a button. Her black hair is up in a tight bun; a black mask and bright red lips make her appear like she’s attending a fancy party. There’s nothing about her or the building that indicates we’re about to step into anything remotely like what Fionn described.

“You okay?” he whispers across the shell of my ear.

“Ask me later.”

He chuckles just as the elevator brings us to the top floor. As soon as we step out, we face heavy-looking red doors, two men with tuxes and black masks like Fionn’s standing on each side.

They let us in immediately, and we’re instantly assaulted by dimmed colorful lights, low sultry music, and fully clothed people dancing everywhere.

Fionn holds my hand tight as I stare around. Nothing about this smells like sex.

“He likes to change locations of the club every time,” Fionn tells me.

“How does that work?”

“They’re called pop-up clubs. The members get a text with the address and time, then it disappears.”

“Wow. That’s crazy.”

By the look of how packed this room is, I gather people really like his club.

“Do you have to pay to become a member?”

“Yeah, ten grand.”

“What?” I flip my face to his. “Oh my God.”

He chuckles.

“I guess to people like you, it’s not much.”

He grabs my hips, turning me toward him, forcing my body flush against his. “To people like us , little rabbit. You’re my wife. And what’s mine…” He traces my bottom lip with a thumb. “…is yours.”

His voice dips with a husky timbre, his mouth lowering to mine and brushing lightly, setting me ablaze.

He starts to dance, flipping my back to his front, and I can feel how hard he is. The music and my body take over as I move along to the erotic rhythm. His palms stroke up and down my hips, lower, to my thighs and back up. We dance for several minutes, one song leading to another, and my greedy body aches for more.

“Come…” His tone takes a darker turn, making my unsatiated desire grow, and when he grabs my hand, I follow him like a moth to a flame.

We descend down a narrow space, doors open on both sides, sounds of pleasure coming in waves.

In one, a woman is hung from the ceiling being whipped, her legs spread and cuffed, her wrists bound above her. The man is naked and hard, wearing a demon mask, while hers is angelic.

My heart races. This is crazy.

In another, two men are with a woman. She’s on her knees, over something that looks like an elevated straddling contraption. One man takes her from behind, while the other is forcing his penis into her mouth. I find myself pausing to watch, and he lets me, palms running up and down my shoulders from behind.

“Do you like that, baby girl? Like watching her get fucked by two men?”

“Yes…” My breathing turns heavy, my core aching.

“You can watch all you want…” His knuckles trace down my hip, forcing his palm between my thighs through the dress. “But that’ll never happen.” The friction of the dress causes me to moan. “My cock is all you’re ever gonna get.”

Roughly, he slides his hand through the slit of the dress and drives two fingers inside me, stroking my clit at the same time while the woman cries out in pleasure, and I join her, so close I can feel my release taking over.

“You’re not gonna come yet, little rabbit.” He bites my earlobe. “Not until I have you so damn desperate, you’d let me fuck you anywhere.”

“Please, Fionn.” I clutch his thighs, barely able to get a grip through the rippled muscles.

He takes my hand, pulling it behind me, and places it against his massive rock-hard erection. “I wanna have your glistening cunt on display while I fuck it over and over.”

I stroke him, and he hisses a curse.

I’d agree to anything right now.

“Let’s keep walking,” he says across my ear, dragging me down the rest of the hallway until we make it past a large open space with a stage and seating that’s currently empty.

“What happens here?”

“Auctions.”

The little hairs on my arms stand up. “What kind?”

“Marriage, virginity. All kinds.”

“As in women being auctioned off for that ?”

He glances back with a smirk. “Mm-hmm.”

My God. I never even imagined a world like this existed. I’ve been so na?ve.

When we pass one room, I find a woman hanging from some metal bar attached from the ceiling, which she’s tied to. Her legs are up to her chest, rope around her thighs and ankles, more around her stomach, hips, and chest. She looks amazing, while the man uses a toy on her, driving it deeper while she cries out shamelessly.

It must be so freeing to do this here and not even care. I want that kind of freedom.

“You like that?”

“Yes…”

He pushes his palm into my core, massaging my clit with it. “I reserved the room next door for us.”

My heart skips a beat. This is really happening. I push down my fear as he leads me to the room, the same metal bar hanging from the ceiling, and my body suddenly feels cold, apprehension taking over.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re safe with me.” His hands glide up and down my arms, cupping my breasts and pulling on my nipples through the dress.

Before I know it, my body is aflame, needing this man inside me. I barely notice when he slips off the straps of my dress, sliding them down my body until I’m bare, facing away from the door.

My head falls over his chest as the music hums low through the speakers above. My small heels clack as he takes us toward a black leather chaise.

“Sit.” Lowering me down, he walks away momentarily, opening a closet and returning with a black briefcase. “I had this brought here before we came.”

I nod as he opens it, removing two bundles of red rope. He places the briefcase beside me before heading toward the far right and pulling on a lever on the wall. It automatically brings the circular metal bar down.

He begins wrapping one of the bundles around it, creating intricate loops, then picks up the second bundle and ties it to the other rope.

Tension settles in my body, my stomach heavy and filled with dread—yet excitement too.

When he stalks toward me, I notice people have gathered to watch us, and that causes panic to settle in my gut. My arms come to cover myself, and when he notices that, he tilts my chin up with the back of a finger, forcing me to look at him and only him.

“Drop your arms. Show them how beautiful you are.”

My inhales grow more rapid, but I obey, gradually lowering them to my side even while I grow nervous with heady anticipation.

Is this really happening? Am I actually doing this?

“Good girl.” His mouth drops to my breast and he sucks a nipple, eyes connected with mine as he does the same to the other.

He grabs the briefcase and takes my jaw, kissing me roughly before I’m being pulled toward the bar.

Holy crap, this feels so good.

Opening the briefcase, he grabs another bundle of rope. “Wrists together.”

The command in his voice has me obeying instantly, pushing down the anxiety as I grow incredibly turned on.

“If at any point you want to stop, use your safe word, and I will cut the ropes off.”

I nod as he continues to tie my wrists, forcing my hands behind my head and using more rope around my arms and chest.

My heart races uncontrollably as I try to forget that I’m naked right now.

He comes around to admire his work so far, twisting my achy nipples between two fingers, his mouth dropping to my throat to kiss down my nape. His hot breath on my chilled skin has me even more aroused. His fingers drag up and down the insides of my thighs, up my stomach and breasts, until every single cell in my body wants this.

He continues to coil more rope around the rest of me—my thighs, my hips, except my stomach—until it’s time to attach me to the ceiling.

Oh my God. I never even imagined I’d let a man do this to me. This is both insane and exhilarating.

Before I know it, I’m fastened by my chest and each of my legs, being lifted up until I’m suspended in the air.

Crap. This is kinda high.

Don’t think about it. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

People are watching you hanging naked from the ceiling. Pretty sure you don’t understand how fine works.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Any discomfort?”

I shake my head, unable to get the word out.

“Good.” His smirk curls. “You look so damn good.”

I’ll take his word for it.

He shakes off his jacket, placing it on the chaise, while I try not to look at the people staring at us, waiting for him to begin. His eyes never leave mine as he takes his time, undoing his cuffs one at a time. His shoes come off next, then he starts on the buckle of his pants, the sound reverberating through the large space before he’s sliding off his trousers and boxers to reveal his massive thighs.

I shut my eyes, forgetting anyone else exists besides the both of us.

His rough fingertips roll up my thighs, gliding over my clit before they climb down my other leg.

“You’re beautiful.” He grabs the insides of my legs and forces himself between them. Pushing my body higher, he throws my legs over his shoulders, his mouth descending to my needy flesh. The tip of his tongue circles around my clit, and it’s over from there as he sucks and thrusts at the same time.

My release comes crashing down in an instant. But he doesn’t stop there, forcing another one out of me, his fingers taking me roughly while I cry out shamelessly.

“Yes!” My hands ball tight, my body falling hard and fast as they all watch me fall apart.

Though I no longer feel shame. I feel strong. Somehow being suspended in the air, knowing we’re being watched, is something I enjoy.

He strokes himself, working his cold piercings against my clit, and with one thrust he’s inside me, pounding into me with hard strokes.

The sound of my skin slapping against his, his croaky growls as he takes me faster…it causes every inch of me to burn with need.

He pounds even deeper, circling his hips as he does. I whimper out his name, and when he slams harder, a strangled moan gets lost in my throat, and stars erupt before my eyes.

“Yes, that’s it. Squirt on my cock.” His beastly growling rips through his chest until his warm release fills me.

I don’t know how long he takes me, using my body in whatever way he pleases, until he cuts the rope and secures a robe over me, holding me tight as he kisses my forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

A smile stretches. “Tired.”

That was incredible.

He rubs his palms across my back, the silk of the black robe warming my skin. “Let’s go home and get you in bed.”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.”

He shuts the door, hiding us from the crowd. Bringing me back to the chaise, he lays me down, staring down at me with a clenched jaw.

I really let him do this to me. And the crazy thing is, I’d let him do it again.

His large hands massage every inch of me, making me feel so good after being bound like that. Like he’s worshiping me.

He kneels on the floor and kisses my stomach. “I love you, Amara.”

Tears spring into my eyes. Because for once, I’m safe and happy.

“I love you too.”