I shudder when I spot a graphic depiction of a centaur fucking a small female with enormous boobs and spiral horns protruding from her head.
“This place is freaky,” I whisper. “I feel like I’ve wandered into a monster erotica novel.”
“I wouldn’t know, as my reading tastes are more mainstream,” Angelo sniffs.
“You’re missing out,” I tell him. “Tentacle erotica is awesome.” He rolls his eyes as we move into a long corridor lined with glass windows.
“I’ll pass, thanks.” We wander past the windows, pretending to be patrons interested in expanding our sexual horizons while I pray we don’t see Fina chained to a bed and being abused. I’m not sure I could handle that.
Toward the end of the space, I spot a familiar woman in a tight red dress. Her husband is whispering something in her ear while squeezing her ass, and then he kisses her neck. I hear a throaty moan and almost look away, but she spots me and shoves Kyril back.
“Not now,” she growls before sauntering over.
“Found anything interesting?” Angelo says to Kyril under his breath while pretending to watch a girl masturbate behind the window to our right.
The dildo she’s using is massive. Easily as big as my leg. I wince when she rams it up her pussy.Fuck me, that must hurt.
Thea follows my gaze and winces too. “Damn, my kid’s head was smaller than that thing, and giving birth bloody hurt.” She shudders at the memory, and I decide right then and there that kids are off the agenda forever.
“Okay, I’m never having sex again,” I say to myself, which makes Thea chuckle.
“It’s not that bad. Making them is fun at least.” She gives me a sly grin. “With three dudes in your bed, I guarantee you’ll be pregnant within the year.”
“No way.”
She snorts. “It happened to me, so better get your head around the idea now before you see two pink lines. If your guys are anything like him…” She stabs a finger toward the big Russian dude. “…you’re probably already pregnant.”
I gulp. Angelo and I didn’t use protection. What if she’s right?I’m so screwed.
I force my thoughts away from babies and turn back to Angelo’s conversation with the Russian.
“…there’s a heavily guarded door down the next hallway, VIP passes only. We can take the two guards out easily enough, but it’s probably better to wait for Milo to loop the security system. He’s working on it now.” The Russian checks his phone when he’s sure nobody is paying attention to us. “Not ready yet.”
“I have a pass,” Angelo says. “I’ll go now and check it out.” He turns to me. “Stay here with Thea. It’s safer.”
“No fucking way!” I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m going with you.”
“Are you carrying?” Thea asks, her tone serious.
“Um, what? A disease?”
“A gun or a blade,” she whispers with a snort. If I had a gun, I’d probably shoot myself in the foot, which I tell her. She shakes her head in silent laughter and pulls a small jeweled spike from her ponytail. “Here, stick that in your hair, just in case.” It looks like a vicious hair ornament, but is long and sharp enough to cause some serious damage. I suppose she’s right that I should carry some sort of weapon if I plan to venture into the lion’s den.
“I’d rather you stayed here,” Angelo repeats when it’s clear I’m not listening to him, but I steel my spine and shake my head.
“Come on, husband, let’s go.”
After muttering something about stupid, stubborn women, he lets me lead the way.
“We’ll take a quick look and then come back up to regroup. The auction doesn’t start for another two hours.”
“What if we bump into Remington or your father?” I ask as we walk away.
“Dad won’t be here. I got a phone call from my lawyer this afternoon to say he’d been called in for questioning about a missing person last seen in his house.”
From the way he smirks, I suspect he was the tip-off. I assume he’s not talking about Santini, as that asshole’s death will have been covered up. But I bet there are plenty of other missing people, probably women, linked to Lorenzo.
“Remington will be though. It’s his club.”
