There’s a note tucked into the tissue paper.Meet me at the club tonight for number three.
Chapter 14
Lucian
Tapping the pencil against my desk intently, I read over the new contracts. My mind keeps wandering to Rowan, and I skim over the words instead of letting them sink in.
“You seem distracted,” Alexei says, calling me out.
“Because I am.” There is no reason to lie to him. “The girl has been getting under my skin. I don’t like it. She is on her way over here now. I just need to fuck her out of my system.”
“If you say so.” Alexei tips back his chair, balancing on the back legs like he is in fucking high school and annoyed by his math teacher.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think there is more to it than sex. I’ve never seen you like this. The girl has gotten under your skin all right, but there is no way you are fucking her out of your system.”
“I don’t do girlfriends,” I say more to myself than to my second in command. He knows how it is. We don’t have time for that shit.
“You are doing something?—”
“Join me tonight,” I interrupt, making Alexei’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“You want me to fuck her with you?”
“Yes. Downstairs,” I confirm.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me. We don’t have to do this,” he tells me, but he can’t hide the excitement in his voice. We have shared women before, and it was never disappointing.
“I know I don’t have to do anything. I just want to. I only have two more times left with her. Might as well make it count.”
Alexei nods his head, a smile tucking on his lips, and there is a knock on my office door. Rick comes in a moment later. “She is here.”
“Let’s go then,” Alexei announces, clapping his hands together and getting up from his chair. He leaves the office eagerly as if he can’t wait to get down there. Truth be told, neither can I.
We find her sitting at the bar, sipping on some fruity cocktail with a little umbrella hanging on the rim of the glass. She straightens her spine as soon as she sees us approaching.
“Finish your drink,” I order a bit too harshly, making Rowan jump.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, her eyes bouncing between Alexei and me.
“Yes, Alexei is going to join us downstairs,” I explain, watching Rowan’s face go pale. I’m not sure what she is more scared of, going downstairs or having another man join us. “Have you ever had a threesome?”
To my surprise, Rowan nods her head yes, then lifts the glass with her now shaking hand and brings it to her painted lips. She downs the whole drink before asking me a question. “Does it have to be downstairs?”
“Yes.” I nod. If I didn’t enjoy her fear so much, I would tell her there is nothing to worry about. I won’t physically hurt her. All I want is control. I don’t get off by hurting women other than the kind of pain that gives them pleasure as well.
Placing my hand against her lower back, I gently push her off the barstool and lead her toward the stairs. She is hesitant, clearly scared of what’s about to happen, and that fact has my dick pressing against my zipper painfully.
Alexei follows closely behind us as we descend to the basement level. By the time we reach the bottom of the staircase, Rowan’s whole body is shaking. I nod to the door I want Alexei to open, and he does so quickly.
I lead Rowan inside, and she leans into me like she is worried she might pass out. Her eyes scan the area frantically, probably checking for some kind of torture device, but all that’s inside this room is a single piece of furniture in the center. It’s a custom-made sex bench that can be adjusting for multiple positions.
“Alexei, help Rowan out of her clothes,” I order, drawing a little surprise gasp out of Rowan. “I told you he’ll join us.”
I let go of Rowan, and she basically stumbles into Alexei’s arms. He catches her and starts pulling off her dress right away. I watch them curiously, wondering if Rowan will ask him to stop; then I remember she admitted to having had a threesome before, so maybe the only reason she is scared is being down here.
It doesn’t take long for Rowan to be completely naked, her clothes in a small heap next to her feet. She steps out of her shoes, holding on to Alexei’s shoulder for support, and for the first time tonight, a sliver of jealousy flickers through me. I don’t mind sharing her sexually, but I don’t like seeing any kind of affection between them.
