Chapter 19 Velvet Trap #4
“Not tonight,” he said quietly, for my ears only. “But soon. When we don't have an audience. When I can take my time with you properly.”
I nodded, couldn't speak past the want.
He pulled me upright. Turned me to face him. His chest against mine, his cock pressed against my stomach, his hand wrapping around both of us.
“Watch them,” he commanded, loud enough to maintain the scene. “Watch what we've created here.”
I watched. Bodies everywhere. Pleasure building in waves. The carefully orchestrated chaos designed to distract Harrow while we stole everything he valued.
Dom's hand moved on both our cocks, stroking us together with possessive rhythm. His other hand found my throat. Squeezed. Cut off air just enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
His hips rolled. Grinding against me. His breath hot against my ear.
“You're mine,” he growled. Quiet. Vicious. Meant only for me despite the audience.
The possessiveness shouldn't have worked. Shouldn't have made my cock leak and my body arch into his. But it did.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped when he released my throat enough to breathe. “Yours.”
“Good boy.” His teeth found my shoulder. Bit down hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark me where the evidence would last for days.
The pain tipped me over. I came with a choked sound, spilling over his hand, over my stomach, pleasure slamming through me with force that made my knees buckle.
Dom held me upright. Kept stroking himself using my release as lubricant, his breathing gone ragged, control finally fracturing.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Cal—”
He came. Hot and wet against my stomach, mixing with my own release. His whole body shuddering, his hand tightening on my hip hard enough that I'd have fingerprint bruises tomorrow.
We stood there breathing hard. Bodies pressed together. Both of us wrecked and satisfied.
Then Dom stepped back. Became controlled again in seconds, like the orgasm had been just another part of the performance.
“Clean up,” he said. Voice steady despite everything. “Then get dressed. We're not finished yet.”
Someone handed us towels. We wiped ourselves down. I pulled my clothes back on with hands that weren't quite steady, the leather harness settling back into place, my mask still secure.
The scene continued around us. Other people still fucking. Still chasing pleasure.
And I stood there, dressed again, still wearing the evidence of what we'd just done on my skin beneath my clothes, trying to remember why I'd thought this plan was a good idea.
I moved back into the periphery. Back to work. Let hands touch me occasionally as I circulated, responded with enough heat to seem engaged while I executed the real operation.
Keycard cloned from the enforcer's jacket while he was distracted by someone's very enthusiastic performance near the bar.
Second audio bug placed under Harrow's chair when he stood to get a drink.
Phone accessed while the fixer was thoroughly occupied with Luka's particular brand of charm.
Each move executed in seconds. Hidden inside chaos. Invisible unless you knew exactly what to look for.
“All devices acquired,” I reported quietly. “Audio coverage complete. Ready for extraction phase.”
“Copy,” Dmitri said. “Office team confirms they've cracked the first phone. Pulling data now. VIP logs downloaded. We're ninety percent complete.”
The scene reached crescendo. Bodies moving together with orchestrated passion. Sounds filling the space. Dom at the centre of it all like a conductor directing an orchestra of flesh and desire.
Harrow watched with satisfaction. Like this was exactly what he'd paid for. Like he'd gotten everything he wanted.
He had no idea we'd just stolen his entire operation out from under him.
Then Harrow's phone rang. He frowned. Reached for it. Stared at the screen with growing confusion.
The enforcer noticed. Moved toward Harrow. They spoke quietly. Too quiet for me to hear over the scene's noise.
The enforcer's expression changed. Went from neutral to alert to dangerous in three seconds.
“Problem,” Troy's voice through the earpiece. “Enforcer just signalled outside. We've got movement in the corridors. Four men. Armed. This wasn't supposed to be part of his security detail.”
“Abort,” Adrian's voice cut through. “Everyone out. Now.”
The scene fractured. People sensing danger before understanding why. Dom's hand found my arm. Pulled me upright.
“Get dressed. Move fast.”
I grabbed my clothes. Dressed in motions that were automatic. Around us, others were doing the same. The orgy dissolving into organised evacuation.
Harrow stood. His expression had gone cold. “Nobody leaves until I get answers about what's actually happening here.”
The enforcer moved toward the door. Blocked it.
Dom stepped between me and Harrow. “We're leaving. Don't try to stop us.”
“I don't think so.” Harrow's voice was steel wrapped in silk. “Someone's been playing games. Someone's been stealing from me. And I want to know who.”
The door burst open. Four men in tactical gear. Faces covered. Weapons visible but not raised yet.
This had stopped being a trap we controlled. This was Harrow's counter-move. The ambush inside our ambush.
Dom's hand found mine. “Service exit. Behind the bar. Leads to the kitchens.”
We ran. Not subtle. Not quiet. Just fast. Dom clearing path with his body. I followed, cataloguing exits, tracking threats, navigating by the layout I'd memorised months ago.
Behind us, shouts. Footsteps. The sound of furniture overturning.
The service corridor was narrow. Dark. Dom knew it anyway. Pulled me through turns that would have disoriented anyone else. My memory filled in details his body couldn't communicate.
“Left here,” I said. “Then down. Fire exit at the bottom.”
We took the stairs three at a time. Burst through the fire door into an alley that smelled like rubbish and rain.
Adrian's car was waiting. Engine running. Noah at the wheel.
We dove into the back seat. Noah pulled out before the doors were fully closed.
Behind us, men emerged from Eden. Searching. But the car was already three blocks away and accelerating.
I pulled out the phone I'd stolen. Handed it to Adrian who sat in the passenger seat looking remarkably calm for someone whose club had just been invaded.
“Dmitri got everything,” Adrian said. “Logs, access trails, communications. And your bugs are still active. We'll hear every word Harrow says for the next two weeks.”
“Did the office team finish cracking the devices?” I asked.
“Yes. And they found something useful. A name. The clerk who sealed evidence in Lily's case.” Adrian turned to look at us. “Marcus Webb. Crown Court administrator. On Harrow's payroll for six years. Handles evidence suppression, witness intimidation coordination, and payment distribution.”
Dom's hand tightened on mine. “Where is he?”
“We're finding out now. But Cal's right about one thing.” Adrian's expression was grim. “Harrow's done playing. What just happened—the armed response, the attempted containment—that was escalation. Next time won't be intimidation. It'll be lethal.”
I leaned back against the seat. Still wearing the mask. Still half-dressed. Still processing the fact that we'd just executed a heist inside an orgy inside a trap and somehow survived.
Dom's arm wrapped around me. Pulled me against his side. I let him. Too exhausted and too wired simultaneously to maintain distance.
The car was silent except for the engine and London streets passing outside. Adrian sat in front, phone already pressed to his ear coordinating cleanup. Noah drove with focus that suggested he was deliberately not listening to whatever conversation might happen in the back seat.
Dom's hand found mine. Squeezed. I pulled away.
“Cal—”
“Not now.” My voice came out flat. Clinical. The investigator putting walls back up piece by piece. “We need to debrief. Catalogue what we got. Verify the devices are secure.”
“We will. But first we need to talk about what happened in there.”
“Nothing happened that wasn't part of the plan.”
“Bullshit.” Dom's voice was quiet. Controlled. But I heard the edge underneath. “You've been wound tight since we left Eden. Since before we left. Since Harrow—”
“Since Harrow participated? Since he touched me? Since you kissed him?” The words came out harsher than intended. “Which part specifically are we talking about?”
Adrian's head turned slightly. Noah's hands tightened on the wheel.
“Ravenswood,” Dom said. Not to me. To Noah. “My quarters. Private entrance. And give us space.”
“Understood,” Noah replied.
The rest of the drive was silence. Dom's presence beside me like pressure I couldn't escape. My mind cataloguing everything that had happened. Every detail. Every moment burned into perfect recall where it would live forever.
We reached Ravenswood. Noah parked near the private entrance. Adrian got out first.
“I'll have Dmitri pull the audio from the bugs,” Adrian said. “And start working through the phone data. We'll have preliminary findings by morning.”
“Thank you,” Dom said.
Adrian's gaze moved between us. “Try not to destroy anything important while you're working through whatever this is.”
He left. Noah followed. The car door closed. Then it was just us in Dom's quarters. Alone. No audience. No performance.
Dom locked the door. Turned to face me.
I was already moving. Pacing. Putting distance between us because standing still felt impossible.
“Say it,” Dom said. “Whatever's eating you. Just say it.”
“There's nothing to say. The operation was successful. We got what we needed. The rest is irrelevant.”
“The rest is you barely holding yourself together.”
“I'm fine.”
“You're not fine. You haven't been fine since I kissed him.” Dom moved closer. I stepped back. “Cal. Look at me.”
I did. Met his gaze with control that cost me everything to maintain. “What do you want me to say, Dom? That watching you with him made me want to rip his throat out?”
“Yes. Say that. Say something real instead of hiding.”