42. LACEY #2
How did he know? I’d never told him I had fantasies about being watched—but then, Nik always seemed to know things about me I didn’t dare speak aloud.
I arched my back for him, turning my attention to the crowd below. No one was looking. Good. Maybe I could make it through this without—
I glanced toward the stage. The bass player turned his head slightly, angling his gaze up at us.
My pulse spiked, but my focus quickly shifted when Nik’s finger made one last slow, claiming pass over my stretched rim before he pulled it away, leaving me throbbing.
His warm hand skimmed over the curve of my hip.
Then he gripped me firmly, guiding me to arch even deeper over the rail.
I glanced back over my shoulder. Nik’s eyes caught mine in the low light, unblinking as his hand went to his fly, dragging down the zipper.
He reached inside and wrapped his fingers around himself, tugging his cock free.
It was already fully hard, thick and veined.
The sight made my knees threaten to give.
He let me look for only a beat before his lips curved up in a sinful warning.
“Eyes forward, little lamb.”
He stepped closer to me, using one hand to anchor me by the hip while the other guided his cock to my hole.
When the blunt crown pressed into my tight ring, my breath snagged in my throat.
Even after having the plug inside me for a long while, my body resisted, the sting sharp and hot as he pushed forward.
I gripped the rail, my hips twitching at the alien stretch.
“That’s it,” Nik murmured in approval. He leaned over me, his chest a wall of heat at my back. “Take my head like a good girl.”
A choked gasp escaped me as the widest part of him slid past the opening, my body clenching hard around him before I disciplined myself and pressed to open up again.
Then he retreated just enough to make my muscles ache with the loss before he pressed in again—penetrating in small, measured thrusts, teasing me with the promise of more.
His lips brushed my ear. “Look to your right…by the bar.”
I forced my gaze over. My pulse vaulted when I saw them—a man and a woman, late forties maybe, leaning into each other with lazy smirks, drinks in hand. They were watching .
My heart kicked against my ribs. This was really happening.
Nik’s hips rolled with the bass drum from the stage below, the slow pulse of it syncing with the slide of his cock breaching me. The sting blurred into pressure, then into heat, and finally into something deeper that made my pussy weep.
“Good,” he praised, his hand leaving the rail to find my breast. He kneaded just enough to make my nipples pebble. “You see that? The way they’re drinking you in?”
I swallowed hard, my body tensing with anticipation as his fingers skimmed lower, tracing my stomach before diving between my thighs.
My clit throbbed under his circling touch, and with every shallow drive of his cock, the pressure mounted—two intense sensations, two points of surrender—building toward something that made my brain go quiet and every nerve stand on end.
Then he started pushing deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met my cheeks and his thick length was buried to the hilt inside me.
The warmth of him, the size of him, the delicious ache—it made my breath come in shaky pants.
I felt so impossibly full as his cock forced every nerve in my tight ring to buzz.
“Perfect,” Nik groaned, his voice ragged in a way that told me I was undoing him. “So fucking tight around me. My queen. My little lamb.”
He slipped a single finger into my soaked pussy. The relentless fullness behind and the deep stroke in front sent shockwaves through me. He dragged his palm across my clit with every pump of his cock. The friction became almost unbearable.
A sound I didn’t recognize ripped from my throat. I clung to the rail, rolling my hips back into him over and over before I could think better of it.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
And that was when I saw them.
Not just the couple now.
The bass player had turned his head mid-song and had his eyes locked on us.
A woman in a red dress stood frozen on the dance floor, a drink halfway to her lips.
Two men near the edge of the dance floor, suits open and ties loose, leaned on the railing and smirked, as if settling in for the show.
Farther back, other faces in the crowd angled up toward us, their expressions varying from shock to outright hunger.
My cheeks burned—but not from shame. This was the same high I got on stage, multiplied a thousand times. They were my audience. This was my performance.
“Yes,” I heard myself gasp, the word breaking into a moan as Nik’s fingers worked me harder and his cock continued its slow, punishing rhythm.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his bruising grip shifting to my hips. “Make them watch. Make them wish they were me.”
The words lit something primal in me, and I shoved my ass back toward him, letting my dress ride higher as the lights from the stage fell over me, open for all to see him taking me.
His pace quickened, each thrust sending me a shot of pleasure. My knuckles ached from my grip on the rail, my thighs trembling. The music swelled, and the crowd below became a blur of color and light as my pulse hammered in my ears.
The tension inside me wound tight, each drag of him over my tight ring a promise of the explosive release to come. The bass thumped in my chest. The eyes on me burned into my memory.
Nik’s growl in my ear tipped me over.
I shattered, my scream swallowed by the music, my whole body convulsing around him. Stars exploded behind my eyes. My pussy clenched around nothing, my ass gripping him in desperate aftershocks.
Nik jerked once, twice, and then spilled himself inside me with a groan that was pure possession.
My head fell forward, and I gulped air, every nerve electric.
His hands moved to grip the rail on either side of me, and he stayed there, buried deep, his chest a solid wall against my back, until the last tremor left me.
Soft kisses brushed the nape of my neck.
“My queen, look up and see the appreciation of your subjects.” Each word was laced with pride.
I lifted my gaze—
The bass player was on one knee, head bowed, fist raised.
The couple clapped slowly, the woman licking her lips.
The two men near the edge of the dance floor tipped their glasses toward me, grinning.
Others stared openly, as if we’d stolen the oxygen from the room.
Nik’s chuckle rumbled through my spine. He eased out of me, the loss leaving me achingly empty, and smoothed my dress down before pulling me back into the steel cage of his arms.
His lips grazed my ear. “Lacey…you’re the perfect woman for me. I love you, little lamb. I love your willingness to please me, your wicked sass, the color you bring to my existence. You are my everything.”
Emotion caught in my throat. I spun in his hold, cupping his jaw with my hand, and kissed him hard—because I knew exactly how much those words cost him.
“I love you too, Nik,” I whispered against his mouth, my chest aching with the truth of it.
His gaze searched mine for a heartbeat before his lips curved up in a slow, dangerous smile. “Come on, little lamb. Let’s get you upstairs so you can clean up… Then maybe I’ll get myself a drink and a smoke before we finish our night.”
The promise in his tone was unmistakable. He hadn’t had nearly enough of me.
He caught my hand and tugged me along the narrow aisle of the balcony, cutting through the crowd packed against the railings.
My face flamed as I realized more than a few people turned to watch us go—their eyes lingering on us like they knew exactly what Nik had just done to me.
My skin prickled with embarrassment…and satisfaction.
We reached the elevator, and the moment the doors slid shut, Nik pulled me against him, kissing me hard. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, his knuckles brushing through the slickness between my legs.
“Mmm,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine. “I can feel my cum leaking down your leg. All warm and messy, marking you as mine.”
He dragged his fingers through it and reached up to smear it across my lips. “Lick them clean so you can savor exactly what you’ve been fucked with,” he growled, and I complied. The tangy flavor of both of us on my tongue made me shudder.
Then he kissed me hard again. A moan filled my mouth.
He pulled away and fisted my hair. “Hell, I might have to fuck you again before we leave—drag you into the center of that dance floor, hike your dress up just enough, and fuck you slow and deep while everyone sways around us, clueless they’re dancing inches from your orgasm, leaving you dripping for a second time. ”
God help me, the image scorched my brain—me, in the center of the crowd, music pounding, strangers brushing past as Nik fucked me like we were alone. My cheeks burned, but the heat pooling lower told the truth of my desire.
The elevator chimed, and when the doors opened, Nik stepped back, settling his palm on the small of my back again and guiding me out. When we passed the office door, he nodded toward the hallway. “Bathroom’s just there. Go clean up for me.”
By the time I returned from the bathroom, he wasn’t alone.
Lucian was beside him, in front of the wide window overlooking the bar below.
They stood with their arms crossed, drinks in hand, heads bent slightly toward each other.
It was the kind of ominous exchange that reminded me of who Nik was, even if I couldn’t hear a word of what they were saying.
When I stepped closer, they turned at once, commanding masks in place.
“Evening, Mrs. Volkov. Married life looks good on you,” Lucian said smoothly. “Would you like me to fix you a drink?”
I glanced at Nik. His unreadable blue eyes flicked over me, then to Lucian.
“Actually,” Nik said with a smirk, “we’re on our way out. Our night is just getting started, and we’re already running late.”
Lucian’s mouth quirked up into an amused grin, as if he knew exactly what that meant. “Then have a great night.”
Nik’s palm was firm between my shoulder blades as he guided me toward the elevator. Once the doors slid shut, I tilted my head toward him. “So…what’s the grand plan for the rest of the night?”
His side-eye was lethal. “Plan? You think I need one? After what you did tonight, I’m going to take you home, bend you over the first surface I see, and fuck you until you forget your own name. That was just the opening act, my wife. Now I’m going to give you the encore.”
We quickly moved through the crowd and stepped out into the cold night air, straight into the chaos of the city.
Saturday-night energy pulsed through the street—music blaring from somewhere down the block, shouts and laughter rolling over the crowd.
Paparazzi were clustered near the club’s entrance, their cameras flashing like lightning in a summer storm.
The sidewalk was so packed that people spilled onto the street.
Then—
“Nikolai Volkov!”
The shout cut through the noise, sharp enough to make Nik pause mid-step.
We turned, and there was the mayor, weaving through the press of people, his hand outstretched in a too-bright greeting. “Just the man I wanted to meet.”
Nik released my hand to shake the mayor’s.
And in that instant, everything fractured.
A surge of bodies closed in—paparazzi, men in dark jackets—hands shoving and pulling. I was pushed backward. My heels snagged the grate on the sidewalk, and Nik’s head snapped toward me, his eyes flashing murderously, even as someone grabbed his arm.
“Lacey!” he shouted, his voice a sharp command.
Two men closed in on me from either side, seizing my arms in a brutal grip. I thrashed and twisted, scraping their skin with my nails, but they dragged me into the crush of bodies, undeterred.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” Nik’s roar split the air.
Gunshots cracked, sharp and terrifying. The crowd screamed, scattering in every direction. My pulse thundered in my ears, and white-hot panic erupted in my chest as the world around us was reduced to utter pandemonium.
I caught a flash of Nik—he was shoving one man off, breaking another’s hold with vicious efficiency—but the tide of people shoved me farther away.
“Nik!” I screamed, my voice swallowed by the stampede around me.
Something slammed into the back of my head. Pain exploded, blinding me. My knees buckled, and the world tilted.
The last thing I heard before darkness took me was Nik’s voice, rough and ragged—
“Get your fucking hands off her!”