Chapter 21
Idig through the black velvet pouch that was handed to me once we cleared security. The club’s name is printed on the front in the signature blue of Sable Lakes University.
I pull out a packet of tissues with the club’s logo on it first and think it’s a weird thing to place in a goody bag. Next, I pull out some ribbon, also with the club’s logo printed on one side of it. At this point I’m confused as fuck as to what these two items are for until I feel around and find a tube, grabbing it out of the bag I look over it and realize it’s salted caramel flavored lube.
“Oh my god,” Saskia squeals and giggles. “Look at these.” She holds up four cards, each with different positions on them.
“They’ll come in handy.” Damon, who is beside me, snatches them out of Sass’s hand and studies them, a wide grin on his face.
Reaching into the pouch, I pull out the same four cards with the same sex positions on them. The back of the cards has the club logo on it also.
“It’s like a little care package.” Saskia opens the lube and squeezes a little onto her tongue. “Yum! Tastes really good. I might have to use this later tonight.” She winks at me.
Sitting in a booth with the Queen and King of the Diamonds Frat, knowingly pissing Sin off, is the highlight of my night so far. I know he’s been keeping a watchful eye on us, making sure I behave accordingly. I look at Sass across the table sitting between her king and jack and can’t help but notice the difference between how she’s treated and how Charlotte is treated.
“How’s my tattoo looking?” Hunter reaches over the table and grabs my hand, pulling me forward. “It’s healing up beautifully.” He admires his work.
“It’s so stunning. I’m in love with it.” I beam.
“I’ll happily tattoo any part of your body you want. Especially because I know it will piss your brother off.” He turns my hand over and runs his fingers over the tattoo on my inner wrist.
“He’s not really my brother but I might just take you up on that offer. I think this might be my new obsession.” Hunter lets go of my hand and winks at me playfully.
“Anything that pisses Sin off gets my tick of approval,” Sass says, her attention diverting to some guys approaching our booth.
They’re tall as fuck as they stand next to the table and shake hands with Axton and Hunter and reach over me to shake hands with Damon, sitting beside me.
“And who do we have here?” The hot blond guy with neck tattoos holds his hand out for me. The veins on his muscled and tattooed arms stick out and I can’t help but admire them. The arm he’s extended is covered in skulls and vines, it’s the most stunning piece I’ve ever seen.
“Hey, I’m Monroe.” I shake his offered hand.
Admiring my tattoo he bestows me with a dazzling smile. “I’m Theo Manning from the Clubs Frat and this is Lincoln and Caden. Which house do you belong to?”
“She’s a Spade, her brother is Sinisa Vitiello,” Saskia quickly answers.
A wicked gleam shines in his eyes as he studies me for a moment. “Interesting. I’ll see you around.” He saunters off with his two friends trailing behind him.
“Stay away from that one.” Saskia shoots me a look when she catches me checking him out.
Holding my hands up in defense. “I was just looking.”
“Trust me. He’s unhinged as fuck. His four dads are part of some secret society and his mom is the leader. They’re fucking scary.”
“Four dads.” I look at her confused.
“Four times the psycho. He comes from St. Ivy and he brought his own jacks from his high school. Fuck knows what happened to last year’s King of Clubs.”
“They disappeared,” Damon adds.
“What, just up and vanished?” I turn and look at him in astonishment.
“There’s rumors, but you shouldn’t be too surprised, your frat lost their whole house.” His stare is intense and I try to ignore the fact that this is the second time someone has mentioned previous members of the Spades Frat disappearing.
“I’m going to get us drinks. What do you guys want?” Grabbing the velvet pouch and my bag, I scoot to the end of the booth.
“Get me whatever,” Saskia answers.
“We’ll have some whiskey, thanks Monroe,” Axton says as I make a beeline for the bar.
The place is packed and it’s hard to meander through the crowds to get to the bar the farthest away from Sin and grab the champagne first. I wait my turn to be served and lean against the bar when someone presses up behind me, their arms extending and gripping the bar on either side, caging me in.
“It should have been me,” he whispers into my ear and I know it’s Rome from just his voice, I can hear the hurt, anguish and raw need in it.
Turning around in the small space, I look up into his hooded gaze and am met by a burning fire ignited in his stare. He pushes himself into me, pressing my back against the bar, making my heart thud erratically against my chest and my insides clench in yearning.
“Rome.” I place my palms onto his abs and they tense under my touch.
Leaning down so his face is closer to mine, he studies my face for something I hope he sees. I know we both can feel it, this feels different to all the other times we’ve been in such close contact. The sexual tension mixed with anger bouncing between us is about to explode and I know I’m not imagining it.
Without saying a word, he takes my hand and drags me through the crowd. I go willingly, not even trying to escape his tight grip on my hand. He leads me upstairs and I know there are eyes on us, watching every movement, but I don’t give a fuck. I need to talk to my best friend in private.
We hurriedly walk past at least half a dozen doors before he stops abruptly in front of one that has a carved wooden plaque on it with Bentley Suite stamped into the wood. Rome digs into his pocket and retrieves his card, swiping it across the lock. It clicks loudly and without hesitating, he pushes the door open and drags me in after him.
“Rome,” I say in the pitch black room. Memories of my stalker at the party and flashes of his balaclava concealed face ramp up my anxiety when the dim lights suddenly turn on.
Rome is on me at once, gripping my waist in his large hands and walking me backward into the wall. My gaze is fixated on the dark inferno behind his eyes and it takes me a few seconds to remember to breathe. Drawing in a lungful of air, I barely have time to exhale when Rome’s mouth crashes into mine. He’s hungry and rough, devouring my whole body with his hands and mouth. My eyes flutter shut as I give in to the years I’ve wanted to be eaten alive by this man.
Running my hands through his tousled dark hair, I pull him closer to me, not wanting this to be a fever dream again. In my mind this isn’t real, this couldn’t possibly be real as he never wants to touch me like this.
Breaking the kiss, he moves back slightly to stare at me, struggling to make sense of the turmoil in his mind. “Monroe,” he breathes heavily.
I stand wrapped in his arms wanting him to kiss me again, but I don’t dare move, scared if I make the slightest movement this all will go up in a cloud of smoke and I’ll wake up. His tongue slides across his bottom lip as he tries to form words, but his voice is lost. Swallowing hard, I watch the movement of his throat and wonder when he’ll come to his senses.
He”s so close, I can feel his heart racing through his chest, he’s as anxiety riddled as me. But I can’t let him change his mind, this is us now. I don’t care if this breaks us afterward, I need this more than I’ve needed anything. His gaze darkens, drawing me in further and drowning me in his desire.
Rising up to press my lips to his, he groans into my mouth but doesn’t pull away. I explore his lips with mine, and he responds with the same neediness. Our bodies are entwined together, pulling each other tighter, both afraid this will end any minute.
Rome’s tongue dives into my mouth, dancing with mine as he moves us toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. He slides my dress from my overheated body allowing it to pool at my feet, and at the same time I unbutton his shirt, ripping a few buttons off in my haste. Breaking the kiss, he tears the rest of his clothes off, never taking his hot gaze off me.
He steps into me as I stand there in just my G-string, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. “Are you sure?” he asks with doubt etched into his voice.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper into the night air.
Without hesitating, he lays me down onto the silky sheets and nestles between my legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He peppers kisses up my neck, over my jawline until his lips touch mine again.
I grind my hips against him and he hisses into my mouth, pausing his kissing and pressing his forehead to mine. I push up again, needing the friction of him between the apex of my legs. I can feel his hardness pressing against me and I slowly move my hand to reach between us. Rome doesn’t move but he doesn’t stop me either. The deep line between his eyebrows begs me to stop but I don’t. I grip his thick cock in my hand and every muscle in his body tenses.
“Fuck.” He buries his head into my shoulder as I stroke his long thick cock. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“I want you, Rome. I’ve wanted this forever.” I position the head of his dick against my panties and rub myself with him.
He jumps up, kneeling between my legs and in one motion, pulls my panties off. Leaning over me, he opens the draw and searches for something in it, revealing a black condom packet with the club logo on it. He tears it open and keeps his carnal gaze on me as he sheathes himself.
Hovering over me, he glances down to where his hips meet mine and slowly drags his gaze over my stomach, lingering on my breasts and finally his eyes settle on mine. Something behind his darkness tells me he is still unsure about this. “I’m going to get skinned alive for this.” His uncertainty turns to something devious as he grins down at me and presses his body to mine.
“Please,” I almost beg and roll my hips under him.
Positioning his tip against my opening, he pushes in slightly and I wince. “Tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He pushes in a little further, not taking his eyes off me. “I want to watch you take all of me.” He peppers gentle kisses against my lips.
“Please don’t stop.” I moan into his mouth, kissing him deeply and rocking my hips against him.
He takes this as permission and pushes his cock into me slowly. I gasp in response and roll my hips to let him know everything is okay. My nerves wash away in the heat of the moment, and I run my hands up his back and wrap them around his neck as he slowly moves in and out. The stinging and burning is bearable and I realize I’m still slightly sore from last time. I ignore the slight pain and move in time with him, letting him know with my body that he can pick up his pace.
Moaning into my mouth, he cups my breast in his large hand and kneads it in time to his slow deep thrusts, pinching my nipple between his expert fingertips and sending sparks of desire through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, my pussy clenches around his dick as his movements deepen and quicken, making my veins tingle with each thrust. The overwhelming emotions and sensations building inside me as he hits my clit with each movement, has me clawing at his back.
“I’m so fucking jealous I wasn’t the first one to fuck your tight little cunt,” Rome growls as he grips my ass in his hands, and angles my body to deepen his thrusts. “Tell me it should have been me.”
“It was always meant to be you,” I breathe deeply as his pounding intensifies.
“This pussy is mine, Monroe. You’re fucking mine.” His voice vibrates through his chest as he moves, biting down on the sensitive flesh on my neck.
I cry out in pleasurable pain, trembling from the intensity and it sends me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me in shockwave after shockwave of pure pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” I choke as my pussy pulsates around his dick.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. This dick is all yours,” he groans as his thrusts deepen and he comes inside me, burying his face into my shoulder. “Are you okay?” he breathes as we come down from our high.
Hugging him tighter against me, I close my eyes and try to catalog every movement, feeling, scent and emotion in my mind. “I am. Are you okay?” I twirl his hair around my fingertips as we lay there holding on to each other, his semi hard dick still inside me.
“For now. When Sin finds out I touched you, I will probably be dead.” He chuckles against my sensitive skin.
“Fuck him.”
He moves so he can look at me, his gaze satiated and relaxed. “I’ll worry about that later.” He places a chaste kiss against my lips as he slides his dick out of me and removes the condom. “Now, come here.” He grabs me around the waist, pulling my back against his abs and engulfing me in his huge frame.
We cuddle for what feels like forever but at the same time not long enough. Laying in his arms, I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, and I do all I can to suppress my emotions. A small intake of breath followed by a sniffle alerts Rome to my crying.
“Baby, hey. Are you crying?” He turns me and cradles me into his chest, his arms wrapping around me in a protective hold. “Did I hurt you?” The concern and anguish in his tone makes me want to cry even more.
“The opposite. It was perfect. I’m just a ball of emotions.” I giggle and sniffle my runny nose, it’s the most unromantic noise in the silence of the room.
“It’s okay. Let it all out.” He rubs my back in slow circles, the feeling of euphoria is what I imagine this to be.
“We’re going to have to get up and get dressed.”
“Shh, let’s pretend we have all night.” He snuggles into me, his face buried in my hair. “You smell so fucking good, like you were just thoroughly fucked.”
“The shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes.” I shake my head slightly.
“Always the truth, baby.”
“So, what now?”
“What do you mean?” His voice becomes lazy, like he’s half asleep.
“With us?” I know it’s probably the last thing he wants to discuss after what we just did.
“You want to talk about it now?” He moves to look me in the eyes. He looks vulnerable, unsure even, in the way he’s seeing right into my soul.
“I do. I’m worried this is going to change things for the worse,” I confess.
“Are you serious? This is the best fucking thing that has happened to me and Little Rome.”
I stifle a giggle. “Did you just call your dick Little Rome?”
“I did.” He presses his hips into me, the corner of his lip quirks up slightly, obviously proud of his nickname.
“You’re an idiot. Oh my god.” I throw my head back and laugh.
“Hey, be quiet, you’ll hurt Little Rome’s feelings.” He presses feather light kisses over my throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he had feelings.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.
Our tongue’s chase each other, the sensual and raw emotions flowing through us has me wanting him to devour me again. We break apart and lock eyes, a dark and intense yearning flits between us, coiling and wrapping itself around my heart. I know this man is going to break my heart one day. I can feel it. “Please don’t hurt me. I can handle all the fucked up shit thrown at me, but you hurting me might tip me over the edge.” My deep and raw thoughts escape my heart.
His forehead rests against mine, his gaze an inferno as he stares into my soul. “Monroe. You are my everything. You have been since we were kids. I will never intentionally hurt you.”
“Promise?” I whisper.
“Promise, baby.” He kisses me gently on the lips. “We need to get dressed and go back to the Spades’ house.”
Groaning as he unwraps himself from around me and climbs out of the bed, I watch him locate our clothes that are strewn across the floor. I glance around and notice the red light in the corner of the room. “Is that a fucking camera?” I pull the blankets over my tits in horror.
“It is. I’ll have the recording wiped.” Rome pulls on his pants and gathers my clothes for me, bringing them to me on the bed. Leaning down he grins at me, and I don’t know what is suddenly amusing.
“What?”
“Some people like to watch. Others like to be recorded. All rooms have a camera, mostly for safety reasons.” He hands me my clothes.
“What else is there in this place?” I look around in curiosity.
“It’s a sex club. You imagine it, this place probably has it.” He pulls his shirt on and slowly does the buttons back up, missing the few that I tore off.
“Can we try out different rooms?” I waggle my eyebrows at him.
He leans down and presses his fists into the bed. “I’d happily fuck you every which way to Sunday. Get dressed.” He kisses me before he continues to get himself dressed.
Climbing out of the bed, I almost feel self-conscious as I pull my G-string back on, but when I catch the carnal fire that is Rome’s face as he watches me, it makes me feel a little less embarrassed and a lot more confident.
“Need some help?” He stalks toward me with one thing on his mind.
“No.” I yelp as he smacks my bare ass, making me jump and my huge tits jiggle.
“That sounded like a yes.” He pulls me into him, my tits pressed firmly against him. “You are so fucking beautiful. Every inch of you.” He runs his hands over my ass and squeezes my cheeks hard.
“Ouch!” I squirm against him.
“Oh baby, that is nothing compared to the pleasurable pain I’m going to inflict on you next time. Tonight was all about taking it slow. Next time I’m going to devour every fucking inch of you and make you see stars.” He crashes his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply.
He stops abruptly, leaving me wanting more. Looking up at him I ask, “is that so?”
“I can’t wait to fuck this sassy mouth.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip and grins down at me. “Get dressed, before someone comes looking for me with a carving knife.” He winks and lets me out of his grip.
I don’t like that Sin holds such power over him, but I know it’s not my place to interfere in their friendship. “They’ll know what we were doing up here, they watched us walking up the stairs.” I look at him, waiting for him to reply.
He simply grabs my hand and leads me out of the room, down the long darkened hallway in the opposite way we came and out through a fire escape. “Come on.” He jerks his chin toward the back of the building once we’re outside. “I’ve got a driver waiting to take you back. I’ll go back inside and get the footage wiped.” He leads me into the darkness.
“You’re not coming with me?” I worry.
He stops and turns to look at me. Grabbing my face in his palms, he angles my face up to his and kisses me. “I’ll see you later.”
One of the blacked-out Range Rovers pulls up and the front passenger door opens to reveal Connor, and Alistair in the driver’s seat.
“Get in.” Connor waggles his eyebrows at me.
“Don’t start,” I laugh and move so Rome can open the back passenger door for me. “Please be careful.” I know I don’t need to worry but Sin is so unpredictable, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something fucked up to Rome.
“Make sure she gets home safe.” He leans in and kisses me again, no hesitation in front of these two frat guys. “Later.”
“Bye.” Rome closes the car door and I’m plunged into darkness as the Range Rover pulls away.