Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ezekiel
“It’s always a pleasure to do business with you,” Leonardo approaches me after the girls finish their dance.
“The pleasure is ours,” I smile politely and shake his hand. “Thank you for visiting the Eden on your short trip.”
“Where else would I get such a good service?” He winks, his eyes drifting to the dancers that are still seated on the chairs, laughing and talking. They all had a drink that Leonardo insisted on and I hate to admit that seeing Riley enjoy her time with Leonardo didn’t make me happy.
“That’s true,” Malachi agrees.
“Speaking of VIP treatment,” Leonardo continues and I already know where this is going. “Can I take Chloe to my favorite room?”
“Yes, of course!”
Chloe has been with Leonardo every time he visited since she started working here. She adores the Italian Don and enjoys spending time with him. If it were another girl, one that didn’t specifically state that she is open for this type of services, I would say no without even thinking about it.
“I guess the real party is only starting,” Leonardo laughs as he walks away to Chloe. I notice him whisper something in her ear and her face lighting up, before both walk out of the room.
“Can we trust him?” Malachi’s voice is distant even though he’s standing next to me.
All I can focus on is the confused look on Riley’s face as she watches Chloe leave with Leonardo. I can’t blame her. I’ve guaranteed her that she will never be forced to sleep with the guests, and now she is witnessing one of her collogues doing just that.
“Zeke?” Malachi’s shout snaps me out of my thoughts. “Is everything okay? Did you hear what I just asked?”
“Uhm,” I turn around to face my brother. “Can we trust Leonardo… Yes, I think we can.”
The two other men leave the room, heading to the bar. If there’s one place Leonardo goes without his bodyguards, it’s his favorite room at the Eden. We don’t allow anyone to watch what is happening in the private room.
A little later Malachi leaves as well, with Mia and Roxy following soon after. Riley is about to follow them, but I approach her and she quickly uses the tiny robe to cover herself suddenly aware that she’s naked underneath.
“Follow me.” My voice is almost a whisper, not wanting anyone but Riley to hear me.
To my surprise she does what I say without protesting and when we arrive at the restrooms, I close the door behind us and turn to face Riley.
“What you just witnessed is only for the girls who want that kind of arrangement,” I start explaining before she even gets to ask any questions. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, okay?”
She swallows, the confusion on her face still evident. “Jena said that Chloe knows this guy quite well. Is that common here?”
“It depends,” I explain. “Chloe has been with Leonardo various times, but there were also other girls that were with him aside from her.”
“So eventually, I might also be pushed into…”
“No!” I cut her off before she finishes that sentence. “Neither you nor any other girl will be forced to do anything unless you yourself ask to do it.”
“Okay,” She looks to the floor, still nervous.
Just as I’m about to head out and return to my office with Riley following close behind, I hear her speak again, her voice trembling.
“Wait, this is the VIP room?” She points to the blurred glass door, right next to the room where she was performing a few minutes ago. Even though the glass is blurred, you can clearly see what’s happening inside.
“Yes,” I nod.
“But anyone passing through this hallway can see them.” She sounds intrigued as she speaks. “Isn’t that inappropriate?”
“It’s designed for girls who enjoy to be watched,” I explain. “There is also a hidden room that offers a viewing spot to the VIP room.”
“That sounds…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
“It’s right here,” I point to the room we just walked out of. “You just need to dim the lights and remove the expensive painting from the wall.”
“Wouldn’t it be weird to watch?”
“Not really,” I shrug. “And the girls inside don’t mind it. Do you want to see it?”
Instead of speaking, Riley nods, her eyes still not meeting mine.
I take her hand and we both go into the private room and I close the door behind us.
Riley watches in awe as I remove the giant abstract painting from the wall, revealing the large one way glass on the wall.
I pull over two leather chairs and place them to face the glass window, signaling for Riley to sit and then make myself comfortable in the other chair.
Through the glass, the room is dimly lit, but the view is clear. Leonardo is on his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping Chloe’s hips as he goes down on her. Chloe’s eyes are shut, her head thrown back against the pillows, completely lost in it.
I shift my eyes from the glass to Riley, who’s staring at the sight, her throat moving as she swallows hard. Her breath is hitching in the quiet room as her chest heaves. She looks almost intrigued as her lips part slightly and her fingers tighten in her lap.
She is turned on.
The realization hits me like a fist to the gut, making the blood in my veins turn into liquid fire. She really wants this.
Suddenly, she gets up fast, her chair scrapping against the floor. “I can’t watch this,” she whispers, her face pale, completely shaken by her own reaction.
I don’t stop to think before getting up and getting between her and the door. The air between us is charged and suffocatingly hot.
“Riley?” My voice is lower than I mean it to be. “What’s wrong?” I don’t touch her, but I lock her in place with my gaze.
“It’s too much, I…” Her voice is trembling as she clutches the silk robe tighter around herself. “I don’t know why I reacted like that.”
“How did you react?” I take a slow step closer. My eyes drop to her mouth, watching her lips tremble, before snapping back to hers again.
“I wanted…” She chokes on the words, looking up at me with raw confusion and a dark, heavy desire she can’t hide.
“You wanted it,” I finish for her and the tension between us breaks.
I close the remaining distance, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. I pull her into me and slam my mouth onto hers.
The kiss is charged, desperate and hot, like both of us have been starved for centuries.
She lets out a soft moan against my lips, her hands flying up to bunch the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer.
I slide my tongue past her lips, tasting her while my other hand grips her waist through the thin silk, dragging her hips flush against mine.
I break the kiss just enough for the both of us to breathe, my forehead resting against hers. “Not here.”
I grab her hand, open the door, and take her straight to my office.
Once we’re inside, I slam the door shut, locking it with a sharp click.
I back her up until her legs hit the leather sofa, then gently lay my body on top of hers.
My hands cup her face as I bring my mouth back down on hers.
This time, the kiss is hungrier, neither of us holding back anymore.
Riley whimpers into the kiss, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her hips tilting up into mine like she’s begging for the ache to stop. I can see how badly she wants this.
When I pull back an inch, my thumb tracing her bottom lip, I can see that her eyes are dark, completely dilated.
“Do you want me to do to you what he was doing to her in there?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation. “Please, yes.”
I smile at the desperation in her voice, losing the last thread of my control.
I proceed to untie her tiny robe and take it off her, leaving her only in the tiny G-string.
As I drop to my knees between her thighs, the lace on her skin makes my mouth water and instead of taking it off entirely, I pull it to the side, just enough so I can place a gentle kiss on her folds.
Her body trembles the moment I touch her skin.
“Look at me, Riley,” I command, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still.
She does as I say and looks down at me, her eyes glassy with need.
“Good girl,” I lean in and press my mouth against her.
She lets out a sharp gasp, her fingers instantly getting tangled in my hair as she’s pulling me closer.
Her pussy is incredibly sweet, tasting like pure, raw desire and I feel my dick twitch as I lick her juices off her thigh.
When I return my attention to her clit, I use my tongue in long, deep strokes, finding the tight little knot that makes her back arch off the sofa.
“Zeke…” She cries out, her hips jerking on instinct.
“Stay still,” I murmur against her wet skin, tightening my grip on her thighs. “Let me feel you.”
I see that she’s getting closer, the muscles in her legs tightening and her breathing turning into short, frantic pants. She’s right on the edge, her body shaking under my hands, and that’s when I stop and pull back completely.
“Zeke, please,” she whimpers, her eyes flying open in desperate confusion. “Don’t stop.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I grin as I climb back on her and kiss her again.
She arches her body in a desperate attempt to rub herself on my crotch, but I lock her down, my arm firm on her hip.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice is weak as she begs.
“Tell me how much you want me to make you cum,” I whisper in her ear. “Show me how badly you want it.”
“I want you to make me cum,” she trembles as she’s crawling with her nails on my back. I quickly unbutton my shirt and she pushes it off my shoulders, taking a moment to trace my tattoos with her finger. “Really badly…”
“Good girl,” I smile, sliding back down between her legs.
This time I press my tongue flat against her, taking a deep, wet lap from her opening all the way up to her clit. She doesn’t hold back the loud moan as her fingers burry straight into my hair as her hips lift off the sofa.