Chapter 36
Army
I’ve damned myself.
Leeva in the dress I bought for her… Pure perfection. Pure sin.
Gauzy panels of fabric drape from her shoulders to the floor, secured at her waist with a belt. Everything important is covered from prying eyes.
And the eyes at Hedon are prying. Anytime I look away from her, I find multiple people are staring openly at my siren.
The dress is crimson and matches her lipstick.
And I can’t wait to see that lipstick smeared as she takes my cock deep in her throat like a good fucking girl while she rides the Sybian Saddle.
I get hard just thinking about how I’ll wrench orgasm after orgasm from her until she’s sobbing my name and begging me to come all over her.
I love coming all over her skin, and I love that she loves it, too.
Although I’d love to fuck her bare and come deep inside her. But as much as I want that—and dare to hope that I’ll survive so I can have a future with Leeva where she’s the mother of my children—I’d never use her lust to convince her.
I know the emotional and mental anguish she experiences, fearing getting pregnant again and losing a child.
And the fact that she’s started to let me finger-fuck my cum after I’ve spurted it onto her skin is a small step.
She’s on birth control, so logically she’s protected from getting pregnant right now, but I know when it comes to fear, logic and reason aren’t always driving the actions.
So for now, I’m happy to wear a condom and come all over her skin until she’s ready for more.
We’re in the main room of Hedon, and I sit in a wingback chair, pulling Leeva onto my lap.
She turns to give me a questioning look.
Her beautiful amber eyes shine through the pale-gold mask that covers her entire face.
It’s designed with delicate vines and flowers, etched with subtle cracks and shadows—innocence, with just a hint of darkness, the perfect blend of my little dove and my siren.
Her dark hair is unbound, and she looks exquisite. Ravishing.
And it’s intoxicating to be the center of her attention.
Even in this club, where there’s no shortage of scenes to draw your attention, she’s only looking at me.
And the way she looks at me tells me I’m the center of her universe—the only thing that matters.
And that’s the biggest and best mindfuck of my life.
Her fingertips trace my mask that covers my entire head and neck. It’s a matte black skull with fractures of light that mirror the delicate cracks and shadows etched into hers.
“Watch, siren.” I motion to the scene in front of us.
She squirms on my lap. “Don’t you want to go to your private room?”
I had told her everything about Hedon: how the Havoc Guardians secretly own it, how everyone thinks I have special privileges because they believe I’m sleeping with Riveria, and how I have a private room that I never use…not until her.
I love that she wants to go there and ride that saddle. Truth be told, I want to, too. I just want to torture her first.
I know watching others turns her on, and she knows that I refuse to touch or play with her out here.
“Good girls wait,” I say darkly.
Her eyes dart between mine through our masks. I know she’s not seeing Hayes, her best friend, right now, but the hedonistic sex god she’s labeled me.
I lean closer, wanting nothing but to rip these masks off so I can ravage her mouth. “You’ll do as I say, then I’ll reward you.”
I can tell she grins under her mask. “STFUATTDLAGG.”
I nearly choke on a laugh. “Yeah, you’ll ‘shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good girl,’ won’t you, siren?”
A silky strand of her hair brushes over the side of her breast as she nods.
“Good girl,” I growl, and she shivers.
I position her how I want her on my lap, with her back to my front. Her legs are spread and hooked around the outside of mine, the panels of her dress arranged so she isn’t exposed.
“Watch the couple, siren,” I say into her ear, making her shiver again.
A man and a woman are on a sofa in front of us. He’s worshipping her for all to see. Spreads her wide as he eats her out and plays with her breasts. Even though they know they have an audience, the woman’s eyes are only on her man as he devours her pussy like it’s his last meal.
I’m aware of who this couple is; they’ve been members since we opened. They’re strictly monogamous, never engaging in play with others, but they love an audience. This is what Hedon is—a safe place for those to embrace their kinks and what brings them pleasure, whatever that is.
The woman comes while chanting, “I love you,” staring deep into her lover’s eyes. She smiles and welcomes him with open arms, as he slides into her, moving within her in such a way that can only be described as making love.
Making love wasn’t something I had ever done before or understood until Leeva asked me to make love to her.
Leeva trembles, turning to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes glisten with her unspoken need and love, and suddenly, the energy between us is entirely different.
The intense and insane need is still there, but I know that when we go into my private room, we won’t be using the Sybian Saddle…at least, not right away.
Because the unspoken words between us are clear: she needs me to make love to her, and I need it just as badly.
“Please.” Her single word comes out as a whimpered plea.
“Anything for you.” My words are thick with my love for her.
I’m careful to keep her dress arranged so none of her is exposed as we rise from the chair, and I take her hand and interweave our fingers, just like our souls are interwoven together.
They had been since I first met her when we were twelve, but now there’s an unrelenting and unbreakable bond there as well.
I pull her tight to my side, but then I go rigid.
In place of love and desire, a new emotion washes over me.
Dark. Murderous. Fury.