Chapter 18
KINGSTON
Well, that was fucking something.
I figured this little outing would bore the shit out of me, but then my gorgeous wife decided to grace my cock with her hot and hungry mouth. Christ, maybe I should get us a Patrons of Lincoln Center membership and reserve this balcony box more often.
Then reality crashes back over me like a goddamn tidal wave.
I have to kill her father. Or I’ll be the one with an ice pick buried in his skull.
And I have a nasty fucking inkling that the Tribunal won’t be satisfied with only one O’Callaghan six feet under. My gut wrenches at the thought that this marriage was never about unity but betrayal and destruction.
I have to get into that Blood Vault. It’s the only way out of this shitstorm. The only way I can keep my power and… my wife.
I hate admitting it but there’s something between us, something I can’t ignore. She’s fierce and fiery with a tongue like a viper, but there are glimpses of what lies beyond her badass facade. I like them, look for them, urge them out so I can get more of an understanding of who she is.
Yeah, I’ll admit that at first sight, I thought she was a hot piece that I’d enjoy fucking and parading around. But she’s not some na?ve mafia princess. She’s independent, talented as fuck, and loyal. There are a lot of layers that I want to peel back, and I’m not just talking about her dress.
So… I guess I kind of like her. And we’re in this fucked-up mess together. Misery loves company or something like that.
And those glimpses I get tell me she might feel the same way.
If the Tribunal comes back with another ultimatum and I have to choose between Livvie and my own demise, I don’t know that I could pull the trigger so easily. I can rationalize icing Cormac.
He's a piece of shit who’s killed plenty of people, some innocent, I’m sure. My moral compass doesn’t usually point due north but I have good justifiable reasons for making the decisions I do.
I can’t justify hurting Livvie just because she’s been a bitch to me.
She pulls back, her lipstick smeared, her Irish green eyes glittering with deviance. “Someone could have seen us.”
“And would that make you hot?” I ask, my cock still half-hard.
Pink spots color her cheeks, her lips lifting. “Maybe.”
Yep, I’m gonna feed that kink right fucking now.
I tuck myself back into my pants as she checks herself out in a little mirror. She puts on fresh lipstick and I hold out my arm to her. She loops hers through it and we head back downstairs.
“So where are we going?” she murmurs, her fingers digging into my arm.
“A place to see and be seen,” I say. The cool whisper of air prickles my skin once we step outside. The SUV is waiting at the curb, the driver in position by the back door. He opens it and I help Livvie into the back seat.
“Take us to NV,” I say. “Back entrance.”
He nods. “Yes, Mr. Viacava. We should be there in about twenty minutes.”
I climb into the back and sit next to Livvie. “Champagne?”
“I don’t know. Am I going to need something harder to prepare myself for where we’re going?”
I chuckle. “Don’t be nervous. You don’t have to do anything. You can just watch. Or we can play. It’s all up to you.”
She flushes a deep red. “I’ve never been to a sex club before.”
“NV isn’t just any sex club,” I say, filling a crystal flute with champagne. I hand it to her and she downs it in one long gulp. I refill it for her, biting back a smile. “A good friend of mine owns it. He’ll take good care of us.”
“What if someone recognizes us?” Her eyes widen, apprehension flickering across her face as she takes the glass from me.
“Trust me, nobody will. And even if they did, it isn’t like they can take a picture. There’s total discretion in places like this, and NV is high-end. Very exclusive. Very elite.”
“Okay,” she says, drinking more.
She’s nervous. It’s really cute. And really uncharacteristic, too, which makes it even cuter. Hotter. All of the above.
“We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I say, brushing my fingers against hers. “It’s all for fun. If you go in there and it’s not your scene, we’ll leave. Get a late dinner.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Then maybe dessert.”
She rubs her hands down the sides of her arms, a nervous smile spreading across her face. “I’m good. I want to go.”
I glance out the window as we approach the club.
The driver swings around back as I asked him to, then he gets out and opens my door.
I step out and hold out a hand to Livvie.
Her spiky heel catches on the running board and she slips.
A squeal slips from her red lips as she falls into my waiting arms.
“Are you ready?” I ask with a grin.
She nods, the flush still in her cheeks. “As ever.”
I lace my fingers with hers and lead her toward the private entrance.
“Good evening, Mr. Viacava.” The doorman pulls open the door and ushers us inside the darkness.
I give him a nod. “Evening.”
“They know you by name? Jesus, do you come here that often?” Livvie says in a loud whisper, resisting when I try to pull her close.
“I told you, a good friend of mine is the owner. He makes sure his friends are recognized.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, moving in close to me after a second. “Likely story.”
We walk down one of the private corridors. Her hand clenches mine, and I see her study everything in our path as we move into the central part of the club.
She’s curious. Can’t stop looking at everything in our line of sight. I love that she’s not afraid, that fascination has taken over the apprehension.
I won’t let anyone touch her. She’ll be by my side every second we’re here. I want her to feel safe so that we can explore these pent-up kinks she will most certainly discover tonight.
Each room hosts a show with a viewing area, and on the other side, in the main area, are places for eager participants to create their own action.
We pass by a room where a rope bondage event is in progress. Livvie practically trips over her feet right outside the doorway as one of the dominatrixes winds one of her gold ropes around a captive.
Techno music pumps through the speakers, vibrating the floor beneath our feet. Livvie’s gaze is locked on the erotic scene in front of us. She steps in front of me and moves closer to the entrance, mesmerized. I slide up behind her and rest my hands on her slim hips.
I slowly run my hands down the sides of her thighs and she moves back against me, her ass rubbing against my cock.
I don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing but I’m fucking hard regardless.
She covers my hands with her own and inches them up higher, our interlocked fingers gripping the fabric of her dress.
Fuck me, she wants more than just to watch.
I lift one side of her dress high on her thigh and slip my fingers underneath it to play with the sliver of silk covering her pussy.
She’s hot. Wet. Moving her hips, pushing her cunt against my hand.
Oh fuck, I want her. Here. Now.
I slide a finger beneath the edge of the silk and run it along her slick, plump lips, toying just inside, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
She turns and looks up at me, lust pooling in her heated gaze.
“You like?”
“Love,” she breathes.
“It’s complete freedom,” I say. “No inhibitions, no judgments. You just do what feels good.” I rest my hands against the wall on either side of her. “Tell me what you want, Livvie. Do you want to keep watching or…?”
“Or what?” she asks in a breathless voice.
I lean toward her, my teeth nipping at her earlobe. “Or do you want to be watched?”
I hear the hiss of breath and bite back a smile. Shock? Maybe. But I think it’s something more. My dirty girl wants to be watched.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Livvie? Do you want me to make you come with my cock and my mouth?”
She stares at me, eyes transfixed on my face like she’s caught under a spell. “Yes.”
My hand moves against her plump pussy lips again, faster this time. “And do you want to be watched? Do you want everyone to see what I can do to you? What only I can do?”
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back as I finger fuck her in the middle of the rope play scene.
I pull my hand from under her dress and lead her down another corridor. There’s a keypad next to the door of one of the viewing rooms. The lock clicks and I push open the door.
It’s just dark enough, with dim wall sconces lining the perimeter. They cast a golden glow on the space, which is decorated in black and red.
One far wall boasts a collection of sex toys—whips, flogs, chains, handcuffs, blindfolds, ropes. Everything and anything imaginable. I catch Livvie’s jaw drop at the display.
Then she looks around. “I thought you said people could see us. All the windows are opaque.”
“In this room, yes. It’s less of a distraction for us. People can see in but we can’t see out.”
“Oh,” she says. “But they’re there.”
“Yes, my little vixen. They’ll see me fuck you senseless. They’ll see me feast on that sweet pussy until you scream. They’ll watch that beautiful pussy bob on my cock. They’re gonna see it all.”
A slow smile lifts her lips. She slides the straps of her dress down over her shoulders, then lets the fabric slip to the floor and pool around her feet.
She stands in front of me in a black strapless bra and matching lacy G-string.
I walk over to where she stands against the back of a couch and her legs fall open, beckoning me.
I undo my pants, lower my zipper, and pull my rock-hard cock out, the precum already beading on the head. She’s gorgeous, breathtaking, and I’ll always have this image of her etched deep into my memory, something I can always remember even if she hates me for the destruction I’ll cause.
I unhook her bra and slide her panties down her thighs. I pull them off one leg at a time until her bare pussy is on display.
Pushing a finger into her, I lower myself to my knees, licking a path from my hand to her ass, tonguing her pussy and making her scream, her entire body shaking in response. I do it again and again, fingering her at the same time, and she moans, the sound so fucking sweet.
She loved the symphony, but it’s nothing compared to this music.
I pull my hand free and carry her over to the bed set up in the center of the room.
After placing her in the middle, I drag my fingers down the front of her abdomen, taking her tits in my mouth one at a time and flicking the nipples hard enough with my teeth that she screams out.
I reach for her pussy again, driving my fingers deep.
She clamps down on my fingers, pulling and squeezing and tugging.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Fuck me, Kingston.”
Pulling my fingers free, I wrap them around my cock and pump it, then shove her thighs farther apart. I run the head against her hot wet slit and she moans, thrusting her hips high.
“Naughty girl. You love this. You love knowing everyone out there is watching you take your husband’s big fat cock in your pussy.”
“Yes,” she rasps, her hand gripping me tight.
I straighten and strip down the rest of the way until we’re both naked. The hunger in her gaze makes my entire body throb. “Like what you see?”
“Yes. You know I do.”
“Good, because I fucking love what I see. You are perfection, wife.”
I rise up over her and line myself up with her pussy. And then I push into her. She’s so tight. Christ, the first time we fucked it was hot hate sex but it was over too damn fast. I won’t make that mistake this time.
I wrap my arm around her, sliding it beneath her as I pull out. Then I drive deep, my cock stretching her wide. Her walls close tight around me like a glove, her legs clamped around my hips. I drive into her, again and again and again, harder, deeper until she’s screaming for release.
But I want more. I roll her so she’s on top of me. Her thighs tighten around me and she rides me hard, swallowing my cock and clenching her muscles with every push and pull. I flip her again, pressing her back into the mattress.
She tugs my hair, digging her fingers against my scalp, sucking me in. I attack her mouth in a violently passionate kiss, devouring her like she’s dinner.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s more than sex, more than need, more than possession. It’s electric, an all-consuming force, and it’s wrapped around me tight, driving me deeper, harder, until we’re climbing to that ultimate rush of release.
On my back again, her long hair brushes my skin when I circle her hips over me. She milks my cock with every thrust into her, dragging her pussy lips to the head of my dick and then sinking all the way down again.
We come hard. Her screams pierce the stillness as she clenches down on me, over and over again. Waves of euphoria ripple through me. I grip her hips, grinding her clit against my cock as I erupt into her.
A low growl rumbles deep within my chest, and I can’t focus on anything except my undoing…
And hers.
But when she collapses on top of me, her body pressed against mine, her face nestled against my neck, I realize there’s a lot more at stake than just my future as the head of the Viacava family.
“Wow,” she breathes, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin. “Was that, like, ridiculously hot, or is it just me?”
“It was hot. But you are, too.” I grin and give her ass a smack.
She yelps and it’s almost relaxed. Comfortable. Sure, there are people jerking themselves off there, using our sex fest as inspiration for their own orgasm chases.
But aside from that, we were completely connected and in sync. No animosity. No biting words. Just lust and passion and hunger.
I hang on to the sensations coursing through me as we clean up, redress, and walk out of the playroom. Livvie snuggles against me, and we walk to the back entrance, talking low and laughing like…
Shit. An actual married couple.
Who the fuck would have ever guessed it?
We exit the club and the driver is outside the truck. He nods at us and opens the back door. Livvie sways a little when she steps onto the running board. I hold her steady and nuzzle her ear.
“Did I fuck you so hard that I threw off your equilibrium?” I murmur.
She giggles breathlessly. “I think you did.”
I’m so focused on the way her eyes glitter and her cheeks glow that I don’t notice the car pulling up behind us. I barely hear the driver yell my name.
And I don’t feel any pain until the crack of bullets tears through me and sends my body crashing to the ground.