14. Lena
The club is even more packed than I realized as Devin and I pass through the center of the dance floor, his fingers interlaced with mine, keeping me close to his back. The crowd parts for him as if he’s royalty while he flashes a smile to everyone, putting on a show with his bright gold mask and blue eyes. Men and women both watch him, their curious stares raking over me. My skin heats at the thought of people joining us in the Underground, but I try to push those thoughts away. That seems like too much, and even just thinking about going back down there might be, too.
We finally reach the other side of a set of stairs leading to the next level, where Devin escorts me up like a gentleman, his hand never leaving mine. I can feel the intense gazes of the people in the booths around us as we make our way to the back corner, sliding into a giant U-shaped booth. The red neon lights around it give it a seductive glow but seem to create more shadows to hide us from plain sight.
The music back here is quieter but still loud enough that it will mask our conversation. Even though I can’t see anyone, and my mask partially conceals my identity, I still feel like I’m being watched. “Are you sure this is safe?” I ask as a waitress dressed in a fitted corset and a micro skirt approaches us.
She stands at the edge of the booth, keeping her eyes slightly down as Devin answers me. “Other than being in the penthouse, being out in the open like this with me is the safest you’ll be. There are eyes and ears everywhere.” He gestures for the waitress to approach us as he orders himself a whiskey neat and a glass of white wine for me.
She hurries off, clearly making our order a priority. “You know that’s what I’m worried about,” I say, thinking about everyone in this club who will continue to watch our every move tonight.
Devin relaxes back and places his hand on my exposed thigh, his thumb tracing circles across my skin, watching people move about. “About the being seen with me or being out in the open?” My cheeks redden as I open my mouth, but he just laughs, the sound like black velvet.
His phone buzzes on the table, but he keeps his eyes on one booth in particular, watching a man who has himself at the perfect angle to look right at us while still being discreet. Devin cocks his head toward me, eyes still on the stranger. “I have a feeling that every member of Obsidian that’s here tonight is well aware of who you’re with, and I can bet that Matty knows now, too.”
I try to swallow around the lump that’s formed in my throat, and I feel my body start to tremble as the pressure of the eyes in the room begins to crush me under their weight. I know that I’m technically safe while I’m here, but I’m fucking terrified to make a move without the thought of someone trying to kidnap me. “Why didn’t Tony come down with us?” I ask, trying to change the subject from the fact that I’m a sitting duck.
Devin inches his hand up my leg, letting his fingers spread to my inner thigh, causing aching heat to build at my core. “He has a few things to take care of and may join us later. But he’s not one for the club scene and tends to make people nervous with his presence.” He clocks another man who repositions himself in another booth, eyes now directed toward us. “And right now, love, we want to look like the prey, not the predators.”
He watches the room and nonchalantly traces his fingers across my inner thigh, his touch sending heat throughout my body. I shouldn’t be this affected by his touch, but it’s all I can manage not to straddle his lap right now and put on a free show for everyone here. The pull between us is undeniable. “Is it necessary for you to touch me like this?” I ask, nearly breathless, as my pulse races.
He smirks. “Would you rather me touch you like this?” His hand slides under the slit of my dress, right between my legs, and he cups my pussy. I gasp as his lips curl into a lupine smile. “Oh, Lena, you’re already so fucking wet.” He leans over, brushing his nose against my jaw, and nips at my ear. Heat floods through me, and I let out a yelp. “And we’ve only just begun.”
“Devin, please,” I gasp out as his finger traces along my panty line, making my thighs tremble.
“Beg for me one more time, love, and I’ll fuck you right here.” He traces his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’ll give them something they can really report on.” He brushes his lips against my skin before pulling away, keeping his hand between my legs, and continues to tease me.
The server approaches with our drinks. My pulse quickens more as I try to shift away from his hand so she won’t see, but he presses his fingers harder, holding me in place as she sets our glasses on the table. She seems none the wiser as Devin hands her a tightly rolled bill, which she slides between her breasts and gives him a polite smile, but I’m not buying it, considering there’s a sex club beneath our feet—not to mention the things I’ve seen happen on the dance floor here, she definitely knows who’s fucking who at every booth.
Devin slides my glass of wine in front of me before he grips his glass and brings the drink to his lips. He takes a sip and makes a show out of licking his lips. My shaking hand grips my wineglass and I take a tentative sip because I am very picky about my wines. It’s one of the things that I picked up while being pranced around high society and flying into private wineries. I learned from the top Sommeliers in the world, and while I have no problem throwing back the cheapest tequila in the seediest bar, I’m a total wine snob.
But, h oly shit, this is the most delicious wine I’ve ever tasted. The burst of flavor on my tongue is like mangos and honey, coating my mouth and making me groan at how complex the flavor is.
“What is this?” I ask, the surprise ringing out in my voice. “It’s the most delicious wine I’ve ever had.”
He watches me closely as I take another sip. “It’s a blend from our private winery in France.” He taps on the table, and as if she were waiting in the shadows, the server brings the entire bottle to the table. “I heard through the grapevine that you liked sweet white wine, and I thought I would deliver one of the best I could get my hands on—one of my own creations." He winks.
I smirk at him over the rim of my own glass, mirroring him. “Were you waiting all day to say that line to me, or did it just come to you?”
He chuckles before letting his fingers slip further past my panty line. “I have been waiting all day to do and say a lot of things to you, love. My wittiness is just an added bonus.”
I nearly spit out the wine as he circles my entrance. “Devin,” I say, careful not to say please because I don’t want to try and call him on his bluff about fucking me right in this booth.
He relaxes back, his whiskey in one hand and my pussy in the other. He slowly pushes a finger into me, my breath hitching as he curls it, hitting my G-spot. My head nearly falls backward, and I clamp my mouth shut to stifle a moan. I look around the room because I can feel the eyes that were on us before seeming to be watching more intently. “Devin, they’re watching,” I say as my fingers curl around his wrist.
He gives me a grin as he continues to play with my pussy. “Let them watch, love.” He doesn’t give a fuck as he shifts slightly and kisses across my jaw and down my neck. He nips at my pulse point, and a shiver wracks through me as his tongue swirls around the spot. He nips, sucks, and licks across my skin hard enough that I know he’s leaving marks. “Lena, your pussy is fucking soaking me, you dirty, dirty girl.” He groans against my skin as he adds another finger to his assault.
I slide down in the booth, opening my legs more as the warm buzz of the wine takes over. I take a large drink, finish off the glass, and nearly drop it on the table. He chuckles into my neck as he sets his own drink down on the table, letting his now free hand cup my breast. Hungry eyes from onlookers set my skin on fire as his touch singes me. My nipples harden beneath my dress, aching with need as he pinches one between this thumb and forefinger.
Between my legs, his thumb slides over my clit, and my hips hitch as pleasure rushes through me. “Devin,” I whimper as I reach over and palm his hard cock, Devin groaning from the contact. The need to come becomes too much to handle. “What if I said I want you to fuck me in front of all of these people?” I ask with desperation in my voice as his teeth scrape across my skin.
He rasps a breath. “I’d say that none of them will live to see the light of day afterward.”
I squirm as the pleasure builds between my legs, tightening my grip on his cock. “But you had me spread for all to see in the Underground,” I breathe, cupping his length.
He starts to pump his fingers faster, his thumb hitting my clit with every thrust. “That’s not the same as fucking you in front of these pieces of shit who aren’t even worthy of having their eyes on you now.” He bites my neck hard, and I groan as he swirls his tongue across the spot, soothing the pain. “When I fuck you, Lena, it will not be in the middle of this club.” He pumps even faster. “It will be where I can tie you up and use your body in the most diabolical ways of pleasure. I will have you begging to come, and it will be dirty and raw.” He slides his hand from my breast, his fingers wrapping around my throat.
“What is this now?” I ask, my breaths coming out erratic as I teeter right on the edge, ready to throw myself over.
“This is me giving you a taste of what’s to come,” he says, pumping his fingers in time to each word. “And to give these bastards something to talk about.” He presses his thumb against my clit, and I see stars as I suck in a raspy breath. Pleasure shoots through me like an electric shock. I bite my bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as I come. Hard.
His mouth is on mine, lapping up the blood that spills from my bite mark. His tongue invades my mouth as I groan with the final aftershock of my orgasm. He sweeps his tongue through one last time before pulling away. My breaths are heavy as he slips his fingers from between my legs, licking them clean as his eyes stay locked with mine, and letting out a satisfied groan.
“Devin.” My voice is low as I run my hands down my dress, attempting to straighten myself up. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “That was…”
“Incredible?” he offers, flashing me a smile as he finishes licking his fingers clean from my cum. “Just wait until I make do with my promises.” His gaze slides from mine, scanning the room and smirking as four different men stand up from their booths and leave the area.
Still lounged back, he places his hand back on my thigh, my pussy still pulsing. He picks up his whiskey and throws back the remaining contents before leaning forward and pouring me another glass of wine. I nurse it as we sit in silence, watching the people around us, the music thumping through the space.
It’s not long before I see a flash of long, dark hair, and before I can blink, Tasha is sliding into the booth next to me. She grips my chin and looks my face over, her fierce eyes flicking past me to Devin. “Did you just fuck her in front of all these people?” she asks sharply.
Devin shrugs, his fingers pressing into my thigh. “What makes you ask that?” he asks slyly.
She makes a show of taking a deep breath. “Because it smells like sex, and she’s covered in bite marks and hickeys.” I gasp, pulling my face out of her grip and slapping a hand over my throat. “Oh yeah, and fresh bruises from your hand wrapped around her throat.”
I look at him, but he just gives me a smirk, as if it’s nothing. “Devin,” I bite. “What the fuck?”
“That’s next, love.” He leans in, lightly kissing my cheek.
Tasha pushes his face away with her hand and he looks almost stunned. “Tasha, what the?—"
She leans in, interrupting him. “Do you know what you’ve just done?” she says lowly, but her words have a sharp edge. “Every person in Obsidian either watched you in real-time, or they’re seeing it from the videos they were taking of you.” The anger in her voice rises. “You are acting like a sex-crazed high schooler, Devin.” She quickly slides out of the booth, attempting to block us from view as more eyes flicker our way.
“Don’t you have work to do?” he grits out. “We’re enjoying our evening.”
She crosses her arms, pushing her hip out. She’s drop-dead gorgeous and extremely lethal in her black mesh corset with roses embroidered just large enough to cover her nipples, paired with a pair of Palazzo pants that make her already long legs look even longer. Her black, strappy pumps look sharp enough to take someone's life.
“I thought you would like to know that you’re being summoned to a meeting downstairs.” She tosses her long hair over her shoulder, giving me a wink. “But if you’re too busy trying to get yourself killed, then I’ll just have Tony take care of it.”
Devin’s eyes flash, giving me an apologetic look. “Tasha, please take Lena back up to the penthouse,” he says as he slides around the booth, standing and straightening his clothes, the bulge in his pants is still prominently on display.
I look between them, my eyes narrowing. “No.” They both look at me. “Wherever it is that you’re going, so am I.”
“It’s not safe, love,” he says, helping me out of the booth. My legs wobble beneath me, my limbs heavy. He watches me for a moment before his gaze flicks to Tasha, her face hardening.
“I think she should be a part of this,” Tasha says as she links her arm with mine, standing in solidarity. “I don’t think she should be kept in the dark about things that concern her and her safety.”
His jaw tics, picking his phone up off the table and shooting off a few texts. He finishes and drops his hand to hang at his side as his other tucks into his pocket. I look him up and down and can only appreciate how handsome of a man he really is. He seems as though he constantly walks a thin line, but being on the edge seems to be his baseline.
He pockets his phone and laces his fingers through mine. “Fine,” he grits out, “but if I feel like it’s getting to be too much, you’re going up to the penthouse with Tasha. Capisce?”
Tasha rolls her eyes, but I hold his gaze as I say, “ I will decide when and if it’s too much. Capisce ?”
His eyes flare as he looks down at me, his expression heated. I wait to see anger flash, but another emotion seems to take over before he blinks it away.
“Capisce.” His voice drops to a dangerously low tone, one that sends a shiver across my skin. He nods to Tasha who leads the way back across the club to the private elevator. Devin pulls me close to his side, his arm tightening through mine, making it clear that if anyone attempts to take me, they’d have to go through his first.
And even though I have no idea what I’m about to walk into, no matter how terrible it might be, I can’t be a weak bystander in this game that Matt’s playing.
No. I must be the Queen .