“Have you been in that room before?” I ask Dom.
“The only time I shared with anyone was my first wife, when she took the Syndicate Oath,” he says, his warm breath on my neck. “Is that what you want? To be shared?”
“I don’t know,” I say, watching the girl as they touch her while she writhes on the table.
More hands stroke up her thighs and two of the men lean over and rip off her lacy underwear.
I side-eye Dominic’s hand to my right. He is holding a remote control of some sort and presses a black button.
“Relax. The real show will start soon.” He places a soft kiss on the top of my head, causing a shiver to travel down my spine, but I try not to react.
The men touch the girl intimately—her breasts between her legs—and one kisses her deeply.
“Don’t worry, she’s a willing participant. Women want to be chosen. These women want to be you.”
I shuffle in his lap, needing to create some distance between us. But he drags me back against his chest and growls in my ear, “Do you want to see who blackmailed you?”
“Do you already know who it is?” I ask, my pulse racing.
“Not yet. But I have my suspicions.”
I swallow back a lump as I look into the room again. “Who are the men in there? Do they know what is about to happen?”
“No, they were picked out of the crowd.”
“What if they get hurt?” I cry, wriggling in his embrace. “I can’t let innocent people get hurt.”
“Nobody will be hurt.” He kisses the side of my face.
“How can you be so sure?” I beg.
Unless he knows who it is.
“Just trust me, piccola,”he whispers.
I narrow my eyes as I stare at the men. One man keeps glimpsing our way, despite the glass being one-way. I glance at the remote control in Dominic’s hand and wonder if they can now see us watching them.
“Can they see us?” I ask.
Dominic pulls me closer to him, widening my legs over his large thighs. His fingers play with the hem of my panties and my breath catches.
“He wants to see what I do to you,” he whispers in my ear as he looks at the man who is staring at us. “He wants to see your cunt. Should I show him? Or is it mine?”
I try to press my legs together. “Please Dom, I don’t want anyone else but you,” I whimper.
He turns me around on his lap until my legs are straddling him. He cups my face in his large hands as his mouth plunges against mine. Our lips meld and I don’t fight the kiss. My tongue strokes against his as his hand holds me firm.
He pulls away first and we stare at each other for what feels like forever.
“Do you want me?” he asks, his chest heaving, his fingers roaming inside my panties.
My mouth opens. “Here?”
He lunges forward, and our mouths clash as the kiss comes hard and fast. His teeth drag on my lip as he sucks and then his mouth is there again, his tongue battling with mine.
His free hand strokes down my body, over my breast, and lower as he grinds his hard cock against me from below.
I know I’m kissing the devil, flirting with danger, but if this is what it takes to save myself from whatever happens in that room, then it’s what I have to do.
