I understand that part.
I’ve witnessed sudden, explosive storms form over a mountain in minutes. It’s called orographic lift. Hot air rises as it collides with cool air over a mountain. It’s a rapid force of nature, creating a wet, electrical storm, and that’s me and Loch.
This feels natural between us.
Fate, destiny, and desire colliding.
Still, there’s something he’s not telling me, and it’s not about our kinks. “But what are you hiding?” I trap his gaze. “I can sense it. The bartenders know you. The staff. The members. It’s like you own this place and tower.”
Something painful seizes his eyes. It’s hard to watch because they’re so beautiful. Like secrets don’t belong inside him, but somehow, they snuck in, and they’re hurting him.
“Alena, I…” He blinks like he’s afraid to tell me. “I was a virgin until I was twenty-two. I crushed on this girl until I felt pathetic, and lost hope she’d be mine, and someone here helped me. It’s embarrassing to admit it to you, but?—”
“Please don’t be embarrassed. I understand.” I blink back tears. In a sex club? Yes, and I don’t care. It’s my pull to Loch. We’ve created our own atmosphere; it’s all I can feel. “I felt pathetic too. Hopeless and powerless and ugly. I was twenty-one and tired of being a virgin until someone helped me.”
His eyes ignite. “Your first: did you love him?”
Loch’s jealous.It’s a delicious, new sensation, making me fall even harder for him. And like such a bitch if I ever hurt him.
Never. I’d never hurt him.
“No.” I clasp his hands, holding my lace-covered face. “Did you love her? The girl you crushed on?”
I hold my breath, ready for the truth as he pulls me even closer, nuzzling his covered nose to mine. “Love laughs at our plans.”
Love.
It’s too soon to say it now. I just met Loch. But I’ve never felt this seduced, surreal, and sure. It’s the sweetest, violent storm.
“Fuck, I’m torn.” His lips glide over mine. “Half of me wants to take you back to my cabin, and fuck you like my woman, and half of me wants to strap you to this tower and fuck you like my toy.”
He kisses me, his torment twisting with his tongue over mine. I feel it, too, sighing over his intoxicating lips. “Don’t you dare fuck me for the first time, wearing masks. I want to see you.”
I can feel his lips grinning, warm as they claim the spot on my neck that may as well be inked with his name. “Then let’s do this for the first time, and we’ll save the rest for later.”
He kneels before me, securing my wrists to the padded cuffs on the bar behind me. Silently, I watch as he does the same to my ankles, forcing my legs open.
He doesn’t lift my dress. Burying his nose into the silk soaked with my desire, he starts sucking it, right over my clit, right in front of everyone.
“Oh god.” I want to throw my head up, but I want to watch. I know I should.
Loch gazes up, grinning. “Yes, Babygirl. Be so dirty for me.”He does understand me. “Let them watch you shiver like a slut for my tongue.” He circles it hard over the wet silk, sucking, barely nibbling at my covered clit until my thigh shakes uncontrollably. I’m gasping, tugging at my binds, and loving it.
He groans into my slick, covered pussy. “This is going to be our world together, Alena. Say it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nips my clit. “Yes, Sir,what?”
It spills over my lips. “Yes, Sir, I’m a slut for you eating my pussy.”
His smirk is beyond seductive. Reaching up, he slides one of my spaghetti straps down, exposing my breast to everyone. My nipples ache for him. I glance into the crowd, ready to come under his lewd control, worshipping my pussy for our audience.
But I tense at the sight over Loch’s shoulder.
It’s men in black suits and not the men who wanted me earlier.
No, these men have their backs to us, their shoulders tall and broad, but I’d know the ink on their necks anywhere.
