Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Hevan
The drive over to the club is in silence. I don’t know what was said with Azrael and his bodyguard outside, but something turned his mood sour even more so than before.
When the SUV comes to a stop, the door is opened for Azrael, and for one fleeting moment, I’m terrified of him not returning.
My door opens, taking my breath with it.
He holds out his hand, and the contrast of our size is emphasized when I slip mine into his.
He entwines our fingers, and it’s almost like all the wrongs in the world have been righted, the stars have aligned, and a surge of love has me swaying.
The slight tilt of his lips as our gazes collide only punctuates the feeling more.
The music blurs and the vibrations pound off the walls, and Azrael guides us inside with several guards surrounding us.
I stand taller, attempting to scan the area over their shoulders.
Searching for what, I don’t know, but it’s pointless, anyway.
The guards are far too tall and broad compared to me.
We enter an empty room and in front of us is a glass wall overlooking the dance floor. There’s a raised stage running along one side of the far wall, and there are couches in a semicircle surrounding what appears to be a stripper pole on the other.
Azrael guides us to the couches, and I glance around the room, wondering what the hell is happening. I thought we would go to a club to dance, not to sit in a room.
The door we came in through is closed behind us, leaving us alone with my thoughts spiraling into the abyss.
“What would you like to drink? Champagne?” he asks, staring down at his phone. When I don’t reply, he glances up, capturing me with his commanding energy.
“Y-yes, thank you.”
He nods, seemingly pleased with my response, then types away on his phone before sitting back against the couch while widening his thick thighs, and I remain stoically still.
“My brother is going to come and meet you.”
I snap my head in his direction. His brother? I dart my gaze around the room and over my shoulder. Now?
“Make sure you don’t give him too much attention. I won’t like it,” he warns.
A server in booty shorts and a gold bikini top brings drinks over to our table, and I smile in her direction to thank her, but the way Azrael’s jaw clenches draws my attention back to him.
I pick up the champagne glass and take a sip from it. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Yes. One full blood, same mother and father. The rest are my father’s bastards.
” My mouth drops at his callousness. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, glancing around the room before he brings his attention back to me, then he swallows thickly and shifts.
“I have a sister too; you’d like her,” he tacks on, as if to soften the blow of his words.
“What are their names?”
“Czar.”
“Czar?” I question, never having heard the name before now.
He nods and takes a drink of his Scotch. “It means ruler. My sister’s name is Sienna.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“She is. She reminds me a little of you.” My eyebrows shoot up. “She has a kind soul.” His gaze holds mine, and it isn’t until the music changes that I realize we’re no longer alone. I think it’s one of the most touching and tender comments he’s ever made.
A fresh song begins and four naked women dance on the stage in high heels. They grind against one another and openly kiss and caress, and my stomach twists with a hint of jealousy and swims with hurt.
The door behind us opens, and I dart my head over my shoulder to see who walked in. A man who can only be Azrael’s brother strides across the room with a broad grin on his handsome face.
Where Azrael slicks his hair back and has a constant cold scowl on his face, Czar looks carefree and, dare I say, normal. His hair has a curl to it, and he walks with a bounce of confidence, whereas Azrael’s strides are purposeful.
“Hevan!” Azrael snaps, and I shoot him a glare.
“What?”
He leans into my hair. “I don’t want your attention on him.” He squeezes my thigh, then leaves his hand there, his touch burning through my skin like a branding.
Czar stops at our table and holds out his hand in my direction. “Czar, pleased to meet you, and you are?” His eyes dance with glee, and it’s clear he’s goading Azrael.
Not wanting to be rude, I reach out to shake his hand, but Azrael pushes it away with a growl.
“Don’t fucking toy with me, Czar!” he warns, causing his brother to chuckle and throw himself down in the chair beside him.
“You’ve never had a problem with me playing with your toys before now.” Czar gloats, and Azrael’s jaw tics. Again, the niggle of jealousy flows through me, and I glance away to give myself a moment of clarity.
“She’s not a fucking toy.”
My heart stutters, and I turn to face him. Did he really just say that?
There’s a menacing gleam in his eyes as he leans over the table toward Czar in an act that can only be seen as a threat.
Czar laughs, but it lacks humor. “Fair enough.” He eases back in his chair, inching away from Azrael and the danger he emanates.
Unable to fight the urge to comfort him, I reach out and stroke up and down Azrael’s back until he relaxes against my touch and turns into me, sending a sense of happiness throughout my entire being.
“Jesus. You need to be careful,” Czar remarks as he watches us closely. Then he shakes his head and takes a drink of his beer before shifting his focus to me. “Really fucking careful, Azrael.”
Azrael stiffens. “Don’t look at her.”
Czar drags a hand down his face. “You’re fucked. You do know that, right?”
Azrael downs the Scotch and pours another one from the bottle. “You’re one to talk,” he quips back.
Czar takes a moment before replying, and I’m somewhat impressed with the way he conducted a remark that was clearly meant to wound him.
He has control over his emotions, much more than I think Azrael realizes.
“I know,” he admits, and a deep-seated sympathy swells in my stomach for the man who radiated vulnerability.
It’s like he’s screaming out for help. Screaming out for mercy, and I hate it. For both of them.
There’s someone Czar cares a lot about, judging by the wistful look on his face, and in the few short minutes I’ve been in his presence, I know there’s something extraordinary about him.
He appears normal to the naked eye, but the maniacal glow in his stare tells me otherwise.
He’s a force to be reckoned with, should he need to be.
“What do you think of our club …” Czar asks, waving his hand around the room, but struggles with my name.
“Hevan. Her name is Hevan.” Azrael speaks for me.
Czar’s eyebrows lift, then he clears his throat. “Hevan, how apt.”
A growl leaves Azrael, and his face twists into an ugly snarl, and I can’t help but wonder if the brothers are always like this.
“It’s different,” I say, hoping to break the tension building again.
He snorts. “We have some of the finest whores in the area.” His dark eyes dance with mock glee while Azrael rolls his eyes and takes another drink of his amber liquid.
Czar clears his throat. “Larissa is downstairs searching for you.”
Azrael’s spine goes ramrod straight. “How the fuck did she know I was here?” he snaps.
“Who’s Larissa?” I ask.
“Nobody,” Azrael says, but his attention remains solely on Czar.
“I told you; you need to be careful.”
“Can you get rid of her for me?” he asks Czar.
Czar drops his head back dramatically, then lifts it up to give Azrael his focus. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Azrael nods firmly.
“You owe me,” Czar asserts.
“That’s a change from you owing me.”
“Hevan, nice to meet you. Be safe.” He slams his beer bottle down on the table, throws a wink in my direction, then leaves the room as quickly as he arrived.
“What just happened?” I ask as the door closes behind him.
“He’s going to get rid of someone from the club.”
“This Larissa?”
“Hmm …” Azrael pours himself another drink, seemingly done with the conversation while my mind races a mile a minute with questions.
“Azrael, who is Larissa?”
He turns to face me, and something shines in his eyes. “Jealous?” His eyes hold triumph in them.
“No. I want to know who she is, that’s all.” Am I jealous? Maybe a little.
“My father has a capo who has been trying to push his daughter onto me for years.” He wrinkles his nose, and now I’m intrigued to see what she looks like too.
“You didn’t want to marry her?”
“No. Now come sit on my lap, I want you close to me.” He doesn’t give me the chance to consider his words before he lifts me into his lap, pressing my ass on his thick cock, and all explanations are forgotten as he grinds against me.
“Can you feel how worked up you get me?” he whispers into my ear, and I’m unable to help myself.
I wriggle against his thickness, relishing the way he hisses between his teeth as I do.
“I don’t like your attention on anyone but me,” he admits, and my heart soars.
Then he nuzzles into my hair, and his breath causes goosebumps to break out over my skin.
“I love the fact you’re not wearing any panties.
Do you know that?” He tilts my head to the side and rakes his teeth down my neck before delivering dozens of kisses, sending a wave of carnal desire simmering through me.
“Do you like that? Do you like how wound up you get me?” He nips at my skin, and a moan escapes my lips, and he smiles into my neck. “So responsive to me, Little Toy.”
I press down against him harder, and an animalistic growl rumbles in his chest. His hold on my thigh tightens, and he knocks my legs apart, hooking his legs around mine and spreading me wide.
Oh, my God, he’s exposing me. If the dancers looked this way, they would be able to see the bareness between my legs.
His fingers sweep through my dripping folds, and a pained sound leaves his lips.
“You’re soaked, Little Toy. So fucking soaked.
” The hunger in his voice coupled with the ache between my legs have me wrapping my arm around his neck, hauling him closer, a bold move he welcomes with a guttural groan.
His fingers circle my clit, pressing down, then swirling around before slipping inside me.
He repeats the motion over and over again, edging me excruciatingly closer to my orgasm with each touch.
“Please,” I beg wantonly, only to be provided with delicate kisses up my neck, over my jawline, and back again.
“Az …”
He moves awkwardly, opening his zipper to free his cock. Then he bends me forward like a rag doll, maneuvering me how he sees fit. With my ass high and head low, he grips my hips and slams me down on his cock.
“Ahhh!” I scream out at the sudden impact.
He didn’t just deliver my orgasm; he demanded it.
Then he draws me back against his chest, throws my arm around his neck and gently tilts my head to the side so I’m nuzzled into his neck, in the exact same position we were in moments ago; only this time, I’m stuffed full of his cock.
Pure rapture thrashes through me, and my body becomes his to control. “Oh, Azrael.”
“That’s it.” He powers inside me. “Say my name again.” His voice is dark and deadly, with an edge to it that has exhilaration rushing through me. He slams me down furiously, thrust upon thrust. “Again. Say it.” The words come out clipped through gritted teeth.
“Azrael.” I drag his name out and lock eyes with him through my thick lashes. His handsome face is full of sheer bliss, a sight to behold. My fingers tighten in the crook of his neck, bound to leave marks I wish were for eternity.
We come in sync, a perfect moment captured against a backdrop of an erotic setting. “Hevan,” he rasps, pumping his warm cum deep inside me.
Our gazes remain transfixed on one another, and I loosen my hold on his neck to stroke over the silky hair at his nape.
His body relaxes, and I love that he shares with me this glimpse of serenity he doesn’t appear to give others.
I barely register the snap of his fingers above him, too lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, but when he glances across the room, detaching from our moment, disappointment infiltrates my bloodstream.
His attention comes back to me, and I bite my lip to stop the smile threatening to break free. “Clean us,” he commands, and I frown.
A soft hand grasps my thighs, and I freeze. What the hell? I glance down at the ground, then startle at the naked woman kneeling on the floor between our open legs.
How long has she been there, witnessing this act of tenderness between us?
I attempt to shut my legs, but Azrael keeps them open with his own, and hurt lances through my chest.
I glance up at him, and his dark eyes bore into mine with warning. “I want her to lick our cum off you. To taste us both together.” Tears spring to my eyes, and I shake my head, and his jaw sets into a hard line, his glare deepening, causing me to shrink back against him.
His walls are back up and he’s back to reminding himself I’m just a toy, a plaything, the same as the other women he allows in his life.
I hate it, and in this moment, I hate him for ruining something that felt precious.
He gave me a part of him and snatched it away just as quickly, a cruel reminder of the man he is.
The woman on the floor grabs my attention again with her heavy breath between my legs, and I hate the sensation.
It feels like vile insects are crawling over me, burrowing beneath my skin, intruding where they’re not wanted.
I shove my elbows into Azrael’s stomach, but he holds me firmer as I struggle against him.
Another way of cementing his position of control above me.
In a power struggle, I have no chance of winning.
A strangled sob leaves my throat, and I tilt my head back to Azrael and hope he can see the anguish swimming in my eyes.
I hate this.
Please don’t do this.
This is not what I want.
I’m unwilling.
His venom-filled eyes land on my face, and I refuse to let the tears fall. I refuse for those pesky tears to be the reason he stops this from going further.
With a whoosh of air leaving his lips, he lashes out, pushing the woman over with his leg. She cowers, scurrying backward, then he springs up off the couch, taking me with him.
“We’re leaving,” he declares, wrenching his phone from his pants pocket and tapping away while I wrap my arms around my middle, wondering where the hell it all went wrong and why.