Chapter 1
LYRIC
Itry to blend into the crowd, but I feel so awkward. I’m not used to having so much skin on display. My usual style consists of hoodies, jeans, or anything that allows me to conceal myself. When I catch sight of my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows, I’m taken aback. I don’t recognize the person staring back at me. The black lacy babydoll pushes my breasts up to my chin. It’s primarily see-through, except for the bustier. My ass cheeks are in full view in the matching thong I have on underneath. Fishnet stockings, held up with garters, and black sky-high fuck me heels complete the look. The platforms add six inches to my five-foot-six height. My long brown hair is styled in shiny waves down to my waist. My lips are tinted a soft pale pink, and my eye makeup is dark to help conceal the rare color of my eyes.
I wish Ainsley could have completed this task. She doesn’t mind showing off her body. In fact, she loves it. She sees her body as a weapon. According to her, a woman’s body is the ultimate control over a man. But I don’t feel as sexy as she looks. We may be twins, but we aren’t identical. Our only true physical similarities are our height and some facial features. I have light brown hair and olive-green eyes that most people think are hazel. I’m curvy, with hips and thighs that I have to work on so they don’t get too big. My twin has brown eyes and red hair. She is slender with curves and has small A cup breasts, which she blames on me. She says I stole some of her boobs when we were in the womb. I have full C cup breasts and a butt, whereas she doesn’t really have much in that department.
I glance around at my surroundings. I’ve never been to a place like this. Vegas is the playground for just about everything. There is a club for every kink out there, and this is just another one. The Hideaway is a members-only multi-millionaire club, where men can live out whatever fantasy they desire. Everyone’s face is obscured by a mask to hide their identity. The men are dressed in tuxes, while the women all wear revealing negligees.
I spent three weeks trying to formulate a different plan, but this was the best one. I need to have direct server access, and there are only a few employees who are authorized to enter the server room.
The host for tonight’s event performed a thorough background check on me, which I had expected. I took the liberty of hacking into their system to create a false profile for myself. Once I get what I need, all traces of my presence will vanish from their system. My target is already present. I’ve been watching him for the last few weeks. It was by luck that I discovered his membership with this club. He serves as the right-hand man to the owner of the Lucky Dice Casino. He has only this one vice. He sleeps at the casino most nights, has a dog, and works all the time.
I move through the rooms on the main floor of the mansion. The identical black masks worn by all the men make it difficult to locate him. But when I do, I notice his stark electric blue eyes are zeroed in on me. He’s decked out in all black. His blond hair is trimmed close to his head, and he’s sporting a five o’clock shadow. A primal need stirs within me, wanting to run my tongue over the cleft in his chin. I want this man. I’ve felt this way for weeks, ever since catching a glimpse of him, but I can’t have him. Not that he’d want me after I destroy his business.
I act like I don’t know he’s watching me as I move to the bar, where I order a drink for him. Thanks to my extensive research, I know what he likes.
“Vodka, top shelf, chilled and neat.”
The women here don’t drink, but I’m tempted to take a sip for liquid courage. Tonight only has one outcome. I must lure him away from everyone in order to swipe the keycards off him, as well as obtain his thumbprint.
“Krasota.” His deep voice rumbles across my skin as he comes up behind me. “That better be for me and no other man here.” He presses his body into mine, causing me to tremble. His hand slides along my waist before he reaches across me and takes the drink.
“It is, Sir,” I reply, my voice slightly breathless. I can’t help but preen from him calling me “beauty.” I don’t flirt with men. Ever. This is new territory for me. I don’t date. I haven’t even lost my virginity. All I’ve ever cared about is computer code.
“Come,” he says as he turns and takes my hand.
He laces his fingers with mine possessively, claiming me as his for the night. When he leads me from the main living room toward the stairs, I briefly hesitate. He turns, and his intense gaze meets mine. The weight of his stare washes over me, calming a restless part of me. As I’m filled with a sense of completeness, I move behind him and trail him up the stairs. My skin tingles with awareness as others watch us ascend, but I block them out and keep moving.
I hope his room is one of the many with a jacuzzi tub so my plan can proceed smoothly. If I can’t get him stripped and distracted, I’ll be doing more than stealing from him tonight; he’ll be taking from me too. As we stop in front of a closed door, I notice the glass windows that peer inside. My core clenches, and my pulse begins to race. How does he know my darkest desire?
Alek
Iguide the beauty toward my private room. The windows are already smoked so that no one can see in. People will be able to make out our bodies pressed up against the glass, but not the details. One of my deepest desires is to almost get caught or have an audience. However, when I look at my little krasota, I just want them to know I’m fucking her sideways. It sucks that one of the rules is we can’t give each other our names. Otherwise, I’d have her screaming mine.
I swipe my key over the door lock, and it clicks open. My hand slips from hers and moves to her back. Her beautiful green eyes turn up to me, and I can’t wait to get my lips on her. For months, I’ve come here, trying to get these urges out of my system, but no woman has enticed me until now. I knew the moment my eyes locked on her she was going to be mine. I’ll have her spend the night with me, and tomorrow, I’ll take her out of this life.
For a moment, a rush of jealousy hits me as I consider all of the other men who have been with her, but I settle when I realize this is her first time here. I would’ve seen her before tonight. My eyes move over her. The black fabric against her pale skin makes it practically glow. With her milky complexion and slight olive undertone, I’d wager she doesn’t get out in the sun much.
I’m watching her as she turns around in the room, taking it in. A moment of fear crosses her face. Something is making her apprehensive, and I’m going to find out what. I slip off my jacket and lay it over the chair. I pay a hefty price for this specific room every month, just in case I find the one, like I did tonight. It’s decorated to my tastes. Minimalist, with clean lines, metal, and leather furniture. The bed features a large black leather headboard and black satin sheets. I’m going to take her there after I take her against the glass. After every man who walks by my room knows she is mine.
When her body trembles, I pull her toward me. “Sip.” I hold my glass to her lips. She shakes her head. I’m aware of the rules, but she’s afraid and needs her nerves calmed. “What happens in this room, you will give complete consent to. They will not know if you take a small sip.” I lift her chin and hold the cut crystal glass to her mouth. Her lips part minutely, and I see her little pink tongue. I tip the cool vodka, made exactly as I like, into her mouth. Before she can swallow it all, I pounce. My lips take hers. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and I sip my favorite beverage from her lips. She is my favorite now.
She moans as I pull away. Her eyelids open slowly, revealing dilated pupils. Her pulse races in her neck, but not in fear. She’s completely into this. As I lead her over to the wall of windows looking out over the hallway, she starts to drag her heels again. I pull her into my body again and kiss her deeply. She turns to putty in my hands. I back her up against the wall, and she doesn’t fight me. She clings to me. Her hands play at the back of my neck in my hair, pulling and scraping her nails. My cock presses against my fly. I haven’t been this close to losing my mind with a woman ever. I’m always in control, but not with this little minx.
My hands slide down her body and along her fishnet stockings. I guide my fingers back up, under the skirt of her negligee. Her full ass is bare and in my hands.
“Krasota, I hate you showing this much of your body for others to see,” I growl against the soft skin of her neck before I kiss and suck on her.
Her head rolls back, granting me more access. I lift her up against the glass windows, and she moans as my head lowers to her barely contained breasts. I kiss and lave the soft flesh with my tongue. Driven by the need for more, I shove my hand into her corset and lift her breast out. She cries out when I suck the nipple deep into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her again and decide she’s too clothed. Pinching my fingers just right, I unhook the multiple hook and eye closures at her back. When the top loosens, I remove my mouth from her nipple to attack the other, leaving her to work her arms out of the straps. Together, we pull the negligee away from her body and toss it to the floor. She works her hands between us to unclip her stockings.
I set her on her feet and step back to take in her almost naked body. Her eyelids are heavy with desire. Her lips swollen from my kisses. I drop to my knees, and for the first time in a very long time, I press my nose to her core. Her scent overwhelms my senses, and I rip the thong from her body, destroying it, before I latch onto her clit and suck it deep. Her hands are in my hair as she bucks against me, crying out and moaning. Knowing people on the other side of the glass can make out the form of her body as she writhes against it turns me on further. I can’t stop myself. I take her so high she screams and comes.
Before she has completely come down, my cock is out and sheathed in a condom. I lift her up the wall, and she wraps her body around me. Her slick, sweet cunt coats the condom, and I push inside her. She’s so tight I can feel her heat through the latex protection. I roll my head back on my shoulders as I continue to push into her body. When I reach a barrier, I pause and look down at her.
“I’m a virgin,” she says softly, and my body locks up.
Was she sent here to tempt me specifically? She ordered my favorite drink, prepared just right. She’s perfect for me. But a virgin?
“Why me?” I ask, my voice gravelly and rough.
“I want you,” she says simply.
I punch my hips forward in response, ripping through her body and settling deep inside her. Everything has changed. She’s leaving here with me. I need to find out why me, but first I’m going to make her come so hard she will remember me. I’m going to fuck her so much she’ll feel me for days.
As soon as I feel her body begin to relax, I pull out and slam back into her. Over and over, I take us both higher. She thrashes her head against the wall, moaning and crying for me.
“Please. I need you deeper. Give me all of you, my lover.”
I plant myself deeper and come hard as she screams. It’s not until I’m coming down that I realize she spoke to me in nearly perfect Russian.
I set her back down and slip from her core. She looks up at me with a soft smile that slowly morphs to fear as I look down at her, my jaw locked, my body tight.
I grab her chin and hold it firm. She’ll bare my marks.
“Who sent you?” I growl.
“No one.” She whimpers and clutches at my arm to get me to release her.
“I’m serious. You know how I like my vodka. You’ve never been here before. You speak Russian. Who?” I bark in her face as I lean into her, pressing her to the glass I just took her against.
“I wanted you. I saw you at my sister’s work. I like you.” She drops her eyes. “I learned Russian years ago, and I keep up practicing. It was an obscure language at my school, but I liked it. It seemed hard, but I like challenges.” She looks back up at me, and I notice the challenge in her eyes now. “The other girls told me what you liked. I wanted you to take my virginity.”
I don’t know if she’s telling the truth, but I’ll find out soon enough. I pull back and rip the condom from my cock. I then bend and pick her up over my shoulder. When I drop her on the bed, I immediately restrain her.
“What are you doing?” She looks around in panic.
“I’m going to find out for sure if you’re telling the truth. You’re going to learn what withholding an orgasm is like.”
I proceed to ramp her up, over and over. My tongue circles her clit while my fingers are at her core. Every time she reaches that edge, I pull away, not letting her come. She moans and writhes against the sheets, begging for more. When her body flushes a beautiful pink, I ask my questions.
“Who sent you?”
“I came on my own,” she answers.
I sense she’s still withholding something, but I let her go for now. I return to my torment, ramping her up a few more times. Tears stream down her face.
“Why me?”
“I want you,” she says, and it’s like a fire in my blood.
I barely get the condom on before I’m in her again. I take her up and over, and she pulls my orgasm from me.
“You are mine now, lisichka,” I inform her as I release her from the restraints.
We both fall into a deep sleep, exhausted. My arms wrapped tightly around her. I’m keeping her. No one will ever take her from me. I don’t care why she’s here.