“It just occurred to me. The girl at the door knew you, Alfie. How much do you come here? How many woman in this room know what your dick feels like when it’s buried inside them?”
Usually, in the past, when a woman has tried to act jealous or as if she has some kind of ownership over me, I’ve gotten the hell out of dodge real fast. But having Molly turn into that green-eyed monster doesn’t make me want to run.
I smile at her instead. “You know, you’re fucking hot as hell when you get all jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” she scoffs. “I know I don’t own you.”
“Don’t you?” I raise a brow at her. I think we both know at this point she does. “I don’t want you to be worrying about what women I have or haven’t fucked, Molly. I want you to watch, look, see what intrigues you the most.” I lead her farther into the room. “And no one in here even holds a candle to you.”
Molly looks around silently as we navigate the space. Then she stops at a scene. A man has a woman tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. She’s completely naked, and he’s striking her with a cat-o’-nine-tails whip, leaving red marks all over her body.
“That,” Molly says. “I want to try that.”
I smile. “Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. “Keep looking.”
I make a mental note to purchase a range of whips. I might have played here before, but I have never taken a woman to my home. I don’t have shit there. But I’m going to fix that real soon.
We continue walking through the room. Molly points to a sofa that’s been specifically designed to make the most out of different positions.
“Where would someone buy this kind of furniture?” she asks me.
“You want a sofa, Molly?”
“I mean, it looks like it could be fun.”
“Okay. What else?” My cock is fucking hard. I should have known how hard it would be to have her in this club and not be fucking her.Pun intended.
Molly stops in front of a bed. There are two men and one woman. Both men fucking her, one on the bottom and one behind her.
“That,” Molly says. “I want to try that.” She looks up at me expectantly.
I blink and count to ten in my head. I need to remind myself that I brought her here so she could explore her desires. Just because I’m not prepared to share her, does that mean she should never experience something like that if she really wanted to?
Fucking hell. And then it hits me. I can give her that without the use of another man.
“Sure. I’ll add it to ourthings to trylist.” I smirk.
“Really? You’d share me with another man?”
“I’d rather have my skin peeled off my body and then be shoved through a meat grinder alive,” I grunt. “I am not ever going to share you with anyone. But double penetration? I can give you that.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Stepping into Alfie’s bedroom feels… intimate. Which is funny, considering the things I’ve let this man do to me. The thingsI’vedone to this man. There’s just something about being in his home that seems like more. Hotels are casual. There is nothing permanent about a hotel room, but this right here… is his.
“I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable,” Alfie says, leaving me alone in his bedroom.
I walk over to a door and open it. His closet. As I step inside, the light comes on. The space is only half full, one side all men’s clothes, the other completely bare. It’s also huge. Although I do think my closet at home is larger, and I take up the entire thing alone.
Alfie has suit after suit lined up in a neat row, each spaced evenly apart like a psychopath. His shirts are the same and sorted by color: black, white, and navy.
“Looking for skeletons?” Alfie’s voice makes me jump out of my skin.
Turning around, I find him leaning against the doorway, two champagne flutes in his hands. He holds one out and smirks.
“You won’t find any. I’m clean as a whistle.”
“Sure you are.” I laugh and take the glass. “Thank you.”
