Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Most men would call that bipolar. You sure you want to marry me?” She quirks a perfectly shaped brow. “I could easily kill you in your sleep, and everything you’ve done would be for nothing. It wouldn’t be the first time I killed a man.” She shrugs nonchalantly, and for whatever crazy reason, her threats are as much of a turn-on as her sucking my dick.
“I think I’ll take my chances,” I say, opening an oyster. “I’ve tasted your pussy and stuffed it with my cock, and it’s worth risking my life over.”
8
Brielle
This man. This cocky, arrogant fucking man is going to drive me to insanity.
I hate him.
I hate everything about him.
But then he reminds me of our night together, and like a conditioned dog at the sound of a bell, I salivate at the thought of him bringing me to another orgasm.
“I hope you enjoyed my pussy,” I tell him, “because it’s never happening again.”
He wants to force me to marry him—fine. But that doesn’t mean I have to participate in any sort of wifely duties, including having sex with him.
“It’ll be hard to create a baby without having sex,” he says with a laugh, thinking he’s got me backed into a corner.
“It’s called in vitro fertilization.”
He drops his smug grin and leans in, his eyes filled with heat, and I hold my breath, waiting for the threat to come. I’ve been around enough assholes like him to know that they don’t take kindly to being told no.
But once again, Kane proves to be different when he says, “So, you’ve thought about this, huh? Having my baby? If that’s what you want to do, that’s fine. I happened to like your mouth wrapped around my cock. And there’s always your ass.”
He waggles his brows, and I swallow thickly as thoughts of Anthony taking me from behind hit me.
“The amount of times I’ve thought about fucking that tight little—”
“Enough!” I bark, then lower my voice when I realize I’m drawing attention over to us. “That night was a mistake, and it will never happen again. Any of it. Not in my pussy or my mouth and definitely not in my ass,” I choke out.
Kane sits back, his eyes assessing me, trying to figure out why I just lashed out. I’m so used to Theo and his golden retriever vibes that I’m not prepared for Kane and the way he notices everything.
Thankfully, the waiter arrives with our food and waits for Kane to cut into his filet.
“Perfect.” He pops a bite into his mouth.
Then his eyes meet mine, and I hold my breath, praying he’s not going to call me out.
Instead, he smiles and says, “Eat up, Princess. We have plans after dinner.”
I almost wish he had brought up the anal talk because the knowing look on his face tells me he’s up to something, and whatever he has planned can’t be good.
A sex club.
He brought me to a freaking sex club.
“Mr. Morgan,” a gentleman says, greeting us at the door. “I’m Evan Mariano, the manager of Satisfaction. Thank you for accepting my invite. We’re looking forward to showing you what our club has to offer.”
Kane shakes Evan’s hand. “This is my girlfriend, Brielle Antonova.”
The mention of my surname has Evan widening his eyes, obviously having heard of my family. Exclusive memberships to places like this are based on word of mouth, and since Kane is new to town and clearly has connections, it would make sense Evan would reach out.
“And this is her guard, Daniil,” Kane notes.
“Welcome to Satisfaction”—Evan grins—“where fantasy and reality become one.”
He nods toward a petite woman, who saunters over. She’s dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and an equally tight black top, the buttons undone, showing off her cleavage that’s spilling out of her black lace bra. Her stiletto heels are also black—the perfect mix of professional and sexy.
“Unfortunately, only guests can be brought inside.” Evan eyes Daniil. “But you’re welcome to wait out here.”
Daniil glances at me, and I nod that it’s okay. We have a deal that I do what I want, and in return, I pay him a large sum off the table, which helps support his family in Russia.
“We’ll just need a bit of information from you,” Evan continues, “and then Mira will show you around. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
As Mira guides us into the office, I take note of how different the club looks from what I’d expect. With high ceilings, tasteful art donning the walls, and marble floors spanning across the area, both luxurious and tasteful. There are lavish couches and love seats in the main area with two gorgeous spiraling staircases leading up to the second floor, which makes it look more like a mansion than a sex club.
A few gentlemen and women are sitting on the couches, talking and laughing and drinking, and for a moment, I wonder if this is some kind of joke that Kane is playing on me because nothing about this place screams sex.