Epilogue
Sofia
Excited nerves bubbled inside of me. I’d been looking forward to the night’s activities all day, making it almost impossible to practice on the piano. Time seemed to slow down; every passing minute felt like an hour had passed instead.
Until it was finally time.
I changed into the black sparkly cocktail dress I’d picked out, the slit that traveled all the way up to my hip meant I had to forgo any panties, and as it had a halterneck, I had to go braless too.
Perfect.
Sliding on my silver stilettos, Miles grasped my hand and led me out to the car. Since the incident, our entourage had grown. Both Rob and Connor were killed in the explosions, so not only did I have two new personal bodyguards who’d replaced them, but I also had two more.
On top of that, Miles had insisted that wherever I went, I had to have at least four cars, each containing four armed men, to escort me. Maybe it was overkill, but the extra precaution gave me the reassurance I needed to leave the house.
With Miles at the wheel of our car, and surrounded by the guards, we made our way to Exotique, my heart beating faster and adrenaline pumped through my body as we drew closer.
Once we arrived, Miles parked at the rear of the club and escorted me inside; the entourage not permitted to follow. Even though there were already strict protocols in place at the club, Miles had implemented further security measures now that I was starting my first night working at the club.
A paid gig too. Something I had only ever dreamed about.
Taking a quick detour via Miles’ office to lock his car keys and our phones away, he led me through the club and into the VIP area. I’d been there several times in the last couple of weeks in preparation for starting my job, learning the layout of the club, and meeting the staff.
Giving me a lingering kiss and whispering, ‘Good luck,’ Miles left me to take a seat at the table in the front row where Kai and Riley waited.
It was the first time she’d been to the club, and her eyes darted all over the place while Kai sat next to her with a face of thunder and a death grip on her thigh as if he were worried she would disappear into one of the rooms.
I’d been helping out at the crisis center when I hadn’t been rehearsing, and Riley told me that Kai had initially forbidden her from coming to the club after I’d invited her for my opening night.
In true Riley form, she withheld sex until he eventually relented, promising to gut anyone who so much as dared to look at Riley, let alone attempt to talk to her. I believed he would follow through on his threat too. Kai really could be a scary bastard.
Taking a few seconds to calm my racing heart and steady my shaking hands, I climbed the small step onto the platform where the grand piano was situated. I had practiced on this piano several times, getting accustomed to its feel and becoming acquainted with it.
I didn’t understand why I was so nervous; I’d played in front of people at Bar Forty-Four before, and had never been as nervous as I was then.
My confidence waned even more when I took my seat, and the chatters from people enjoying their drinks died down.
Even the clatter from behind the bar fell silent.
I raked my eyes over the sheet music, the song familiar, but my fingers suddenly forgot what keys I needed to hit. Panic began to lace its way through my body.
My alarmed gaze whipped up to find Miles, and just as I was about to stand and tell him I couldn’t do it, he pinned me in my seat with his dark eyes, silently conveying a message to me.
You can do this, Jailbait.
I believe in you.
I love you.
His reassurance was all I needed for determination to power through me. Shifting on the leather stool and positioning my hands over the keys, I closed my eyes, blocking out the entire room except for one person.
My husband.
And then I played.
As soon as I hit the opening keys to ‘Say You Love Me,’ by Jessie Ware, my nerves calmed. By the time I reached the point where I needed to start singing, I’d lost myself in the music, imagining that I was singing only to the man I loved with all my heart.
When the song came to an end, the audience burst into applause, none louder than Miles, who was on his feet with pride shining in his eyes. Standing, I took a small bow, elation running through me like electricity.
Miles greeted me as I stepped off the platform, pulling me straight into his arms. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Jailbait. I think you’ve got some new fans,” he said as the applause continued, drowned out by whoops and hollers coming from Riley, much to Kai’s displeasure.
“That was amazing,” I replied, beaming as the rush of adrenaline pounded through me. “I can’t wait to do that again.”
Miles’ lips pulled into a devious smirk. “How about now? But not on this stage.”
Butterflies fluttered madly in my belly. “Really?”
He hummed, taking my hand and not giving me a chance to say goodbye to Kai and Riley as he ushered me to the voyeur room. My heart leaped into my throat when we stepped into the dark room, and a crowd of people, both men and women, were already gathered around the stage.
A spotlight lit up the vacant stage, and in the middle was a single red chair. My entire body buzzed with anticipation as the crowd parted, allowing us to move to the front, where Miles pulled me onto the raised platform.
“Want to change your mind?” he asked, resting his hands lightly on my hips.
I didn’t need to think about my answer. “No,” I whispered. “I want this. And I want it with you.”
His eyes flared. “Turn around.”
I did as instructed, turning to face the audience, my pulse spiking at finding each and every person watching us. Between my legs, an ache began to grow, and when Miles’ teeth scraped against the sensitive area of my neck, my nipples puckered.
His hands slid from my hips to the zip at the back of my dress, and agonizingly slowly, he lowered it before unknotting the tie holding the halterneck in place.
As soon as the knot loosened, the dress slipped down my body, pooling around my feet.
My breath hitched, my heart racing faster than ever before.
Miles reached around, and finding an erect nipple, he toyed with it between his fingers, his cock growing hard against my ass.
“Look at the way they are looking at you, Jailbait.” His warm breath caressed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Look at how they’re all wondering if your pretty cunt is wet.
Shall we show them? Shall we let them see how dripping wet you are for me? ”
I bit my lip to stop a groan escaping, Miles’ words turning me on more than what I already was. He chuckled in my ear before guiding me over to the chair and making me sit.
Standing behind me, he lowered himself to continue whispering. “Open your legs. Let them see your glistening cunt.”
My mouth dried as I parted my legs, and hidden by the dim light, gasps and groans from unknown faces echoed through the small room, hitting me in my core.
“Play with yourself, Sofia,” Miles ordered. “Show them how you make yourself come.”
I didn’t hesitate to move my hand between my legs, swiping up my juices before finding my clit.
***
Miles
She stroked a finger over her clit before lowering her hand and plunging two fingers inside herself.
Fuck, she looked sensational.
Even better, she was all mine.
My clothes suddenly felt too tight, and as Sofia’s breath began to come in heavier pants, I stripped out of my clothes, freeing my aching cock. Wrapping a hand around it, I slid it up and down my shaft in time with her movements.
The familiar rush of adrenaline flooded my veins. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed being on the stage, but now Sofia was on it with me, it felt a hundred times better than it ever had with unnamed women.
I was damn proud of her too. For her first time performing like this, she hadn’t shown an ounce of nerves, even if she was feeling them. She was a natural performer, and I had a feeling that this was something we would both become addicted to.
Watching the way her legs began to tense, I knew she was close to bringing herself to orgasm; something I wasn’t prepared to let happen just yet. Moving to her side, I grabbed the hand she was using to play with her clit, and brought it to my mouth.
Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock as I sucked her fingers clean, her Caribbean blue eyes meeting mine, shining with nothing but love.
Needing to claim her mouth, I yanked her to her feet, catching her as she stumbled in her heels. I had no intention of removing them either; she looked sexy as fuck wearing nothing but the silver stilettos.
Cupping her cheek, I crashed my mouth to hers, and her tongue met mine with as much fervor. Fuck, I would never tire of kissing her.
Another first. I never kissed any of the women I’d fucked on the stage before.
“I want this mouth around my cock while I feast on your pussy, Jailbait. Can you handle that?” I asked when I finally pulled away.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice husky.
Smirking, I pulled her to the floor with me. We had all kinds of shit stored in a cupboard to use on the stage; sex chairs, swings, and benches, but I preferred not to use them, opting to give the crowd the best view of what was happening on stage.
Sofia gasped as I lay on my back and pulled her on top of me, positioning her so her cunt was inches away from my face, and my cock inches from her mouth. With my hands on her ass cheeks, I reached up and swiped my tongue along the length of her slit, from clit to asshole.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned before lowering her mouth and taking me to the back of her throat.
She’d grown accustomed to my piercing, knowing how far she could take me before her gag reflex kicked in. My balls tightened as she popped off my cock and swirled her tongue around my tip before sliding down my shaft again.
Doing my best to focus on her, I alternated between circling my tongue around her clit and stabbing it in her entrance. Her hips ground against my face, her juices smearing my mouth, nose, and chin, and her intense sucking waned as I brought her closer to her orgasm.
Around us, I knew how intently the crowd was watching. I could feel their eyes burning into us as they wondered how she tasted. How I tasted. It was something no one else would ever know.
I sucked her clit between my lips, and her head reared back as her orgasm consumed her. Her juices gushed into my mouth and I lapped them up, not wanting to waste a drop of her sweet nectar.
My cock throbbed, desperate for its own release, but I held off. For now.
When Sofia’s body stopped trembling, she began to lower her mouth to cover my length again, but I tapped her ass, indicating for her to move. She shifted to her knees, and I moved to face her. “I’m going to give you two options, Jailbait. It’s up to you which one we go with.”
“Okay,” she replied, her features alight with curiosity.
Fuck, I loved her enthusiasm.
I swiped my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I can either fuck your pussy and come inside you, or…”
“Or?”
I couldn’t help the devious smirk pulling at my lips. “You suck my cock until I come. But I won’t come down your throat. I’ll paint your face with it.”
Under the spotlight, she blinked at me, weighing up her decision. “I…I want you to come on my face,” she said, shocking the shit out of me. “I want you to claim me. Show everyone here that I belong to you.”
Fuuuuck.
There was absolutely no way I was going to last long without blowing my load. The image of my come dripping off her face was enough to make me explode right then.
Grinning, I got to my feet, and she didn’t hesitate to shuffle forward, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock while her tongue peeked out to lap up the pre-cum seeping from my tip.
I threw my head back when she took me all the way into her mouth, and my hands found her hair, my fingers lacing through to hold her still.
I loved Sofia sucking my cock, but I loved it more when I took control, and she let me fuck her throat, trusting that I wouldn’t make her take more than what she could handle.
Wrapping her free hand around the back of my thigh, she braced herself as I thrust in and out of her mouth, the squelching of her saliva reverberating throughout the room.
My balls tightened, and a second before my orgasm hit, I pulled out of her mouth and grabbed hold of my shaft to position it in front of her.
White ropes shot from my tip, coating Sofia’s mouth, nose, eyes, and even her lashes. She stayed perfectly still as I painted her face with my release, just like I said I would.
When my orgasm subsided, I stared down at my wife in awe. She looked fucking perfect; naked, on her knees, and covered in my come. If I’d had a camera, I would have taken a picture to freeze this moment forever.
Helping her to her feet, she smiled shyly at me. I pulled her into me, not giving a fuck that some of my come transferred onto me as I brushed her hair behind her ear.
“Can we do that again?”
I chuckled. “How about we get you cleaned up first?”
She grinned as I grabbed our clothes, walked her off the stage, and through a door that no one else had access to, not even the staff. It opened into a hallway that led to my office via a different door from the main one.
Once inside, I threw our clothes onto the couch. “Come on, I’ll clean you up,” I said, right at the second my phone rang.
“I can manage, you get that,” Sofia replied, disappearing into the ensuite before I could protest.
The ringing cut off just as I reached for it, and as I picked it up, the screen showed five missed calls from Rafe.
My brows furrowed, but I didn’t have to wonder for long why he had called so many times when it started ringing again. I answered it after the first ring.
“What’s wrong?”
“Miles…” he said, a cough cutting him off. My entire body turned to ice. “I…I need you to…tell Sofe.” Another cough. “Tell Sofe that I love her…and that I’m sorry. I’m…sorry I couldn’t be a better brother…and…and protect her when she needed it. Please…look after her…for me.”
And then the line went dead.
Find out what happens with Rafe, Georgio, and the Kings in Rafe’s book!