A sharp bolt of lust lances my core.
‘I’ll let them touch your tits, if you want, but this…’ he slips his hand beneath my dress and inside my lingerie. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he finds proof of my arousal… ‘is all mine.’
Fuck.
The scene he’s painting is positively primal. And I am here for it.
Our eyes lock. ‘If it’s too much for you, if you’d rather we found some privacy, there are private rooms with… provisions.’ His finger slides inside the lace, and I moan. My clit is pulsing. I need to come now, or else it could be very embarrassing at the club.
‘No,’ I blurt. ‘I want to be watched.’
A wolfish grin rips across his lips. ‘I knew you were made for me.’ His fingers glide over my slit, working me slowly, sensually as his mouth meets mine again. I part my legs wider for him, desperate for more. I need his fingers inside me. I need him to fill me up and fuck me anyway he wants.
And I need it now.
He pulls his lips from mine, black eyes boring into mine. ‘Come for me, baby. Come on my hand, and then I’ll take you to the club.’
He slides two fingers deep into my core, and I’m catapulted over the edge. Hot, heavy, hedonistic pleasure sets me screaming as I ride his hand, clinging onto his shoulders, my nails clawing and scratching as my orgasm crests.
‘You’re such a good girl, Aoife,’ he purrs, and I preen. He kisses me again, deep and tender, and I can practically taste his approval.
‘You’re so good at that,’ I moan. ‘You’re so good to me.’
‘I know,’ he winks. ‘Because I want you to choose us—me—and I’m going to spend the foreseeable future persuading you every damn way I can.’
If I have any hope of the life I’ve been fighting for, I should run while I still can.
The problem is, I’m not sure I physically can.
Or if I even want to anymore.
He brings his fingers to his mouth. ‘Go get cleaned up. We’re leaving in two minutes. Oh, and wear this.’ He stuffs a hand into his suit pocket and plucks out a black velvet box—my engagement ring. ‘It’s imperative every man within a five-mile radius knows you’re mine.’
His need to claim me sets my skin humming. I hold out my hand, and he slides the ring on.
‘That’s better.’ Satisfaction oozes from him. ‘Looks good on you.’
I look down at the enormous diamond glittering on my finger, and I can’t bring myself to disagree with him.
Forty minutes later,we pull into an estate somewhere on the outskirts of Dublin. Lewis and James are with us, and I’m silently praying they’re not coming into the club. It’s one thing to have an audience of strangers, and entirely another to have Dom’s staff watching on.
‘Is this it?’ I whisper through the darkness. I can’t see anything that looks remotely like a club.
‘There.’ Dom points to a structure set against a hillside. It’s smaller than I imagined. The front is comprised of black granite with subtle chrome detailing and black tinted glass doors. ‘Ready?’
I suck in a breath. Nervous anticipation roils in my stomach, but Ineedto know what goes on in there. I need to know what turns my kinky fiancé on. And more than anything, I need him to make good on his threat of eating me out in front of an audience, because since his vivid description earlier, it’s the only thing I can think about.
Because apparently… I’m kinky too.
‘Yes.’ I rub my thumb over the diamond on my left hand. It provides a comfort, security, and a promise that the last engagement ring I wore never did.
‘Good girl.’ He opens the door of the BMW and helps me out. Thankfully, Dom’s men don’t move.
His huge palm settles on my lower back as he ushers me towards the doors. ‘If you change your mind, if it’s too much, if I take things too far, you need a safe word.’
A shiver rips over my spine. ‘You are the only person who makes me feel safe.’
‘In that case, if you want me to stop, say Dom.’ He presses a kiss to my temple. ‘Otherwise, it’s sir, got it?’
