I suck in a breath.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
A sex club. The need to know more burns me alive.
‘I’m trusting your discretion here, sweetheart. I’m breaking every rule in the book by even telling you about it. None of the other Becketts know about it. Nobody does, bar it’s members.’ His hot breath skims my lips. ‘But as my wife, you’ll be granted access–if you should want it.’
‘Take me there,’ I demand, dragging my wrist free of his grip. ‘Show me what life with you would entail.’
‘You don’t know what you’re asking for.’
‘I do.’ I jut my chin out defiantly.
‘Aoife, I already told you that I crave control,’ he says darkly.
‘And you can have it. Tie me up, hold me down, take meanyway you need to.’ I reach up on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. ‘I already know I’m going to love it.’
‘I’m not sure you’re ready for it, baby.’ He wets his lips. ‘There’s a darkness inside me.’
‘You don’t say,’ I tease. ‘It’s one of the things I lo–ike about you.’
How the fuck did the L word almost slip out?
I can’t love him.
Can I?
His irises flare, hands roam over my breasts. My needy nipples strain for his attention. Mouth. Fingers. Anything I can get, and he knows it. ‘You want to go to the club?’
I swallow thickly, trying to imagine what it might be like. Do people just fuck everywhere and anywhere? Do they walk around naked and willing? Or do they go with a partner? And why does the mere prospect of finding out set a powerful ache between my legs?
Despite his darkness, despite his need for control, I trust him—with my body and with my life. ‘Yes.’ I grind my hips against his. ‘Show me your world.’
He pauses, contemplating for a minute, then nods. ‘Fine. But if it’s too much, we leave immediately.’
I look down at my dress. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear to a sex club, but I know it’s not this. ‘I’ll go change.’
‘You want to go now?’ His eyebrows lift.
‘No time like the present.’
‘Then let’s go.’ He ushers me out of the kitchen and slaps my ass as we mount the stairs.
Dom showers while I raid the wardrobe for something appropriate. After much consideration, I settle on one of the black Valentino dresses he bought me in Kildare. The back is too low for a bra, but I pick out a black lace thong.
I dress, apply some mascara and lipstick, and slip my feet into the sparkly Jimmy Choos.
‘Do I look okay?’ I ask as he rolls up the sleeves on his fitted black shirt. My mouth waters at the sight of his strong, powerful arms. At the prospect of being at the mercy of them. At the prospect of all the decadent, depraved things I might see and experience tonight. My lingerie has been on for a matter of minutes and it’s already destroyed.
He stalks towards me, and dips his lips to mine. ‘No, you don’t look okay. You look fucking sensational, sweetheart. Now, we need to go before I run out of patience, princess. I need your cunt in my mouth. And I’d quite like an audience when you cum on my face tonight.’
I gasp.
He can’t be serious.
But the glint in his eyes tells me he is.
‘How do you feel about being eaten out in front of a load of strangers? Strangers who would give their right hand to taste my girl?’
