Before I can respond, my head is being turned by fingers grasping my jaw. Nicky’s lips descend on mine in a rush that makes me dizzy. A good kind of dizziness that has your world spinning and you can only focus on one thing until everything just stops.
Hungry. Demanding. Feral.
That’s how I would explain Nicky’s lips devouring mine. Almost punishing but he takes his time moving his lips against mine, like he’s sucking my soul out with each glide of his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
Just as quickly as it came, he stops just as fast and walks away like he didn’t just rock my world with the heat of his sculpted lips.
“Sweetheart, I need you to do me a favor.” Tey squeezes my shoulders and steers me through the club door. “I need you to prepare that sweet pussy for us because when the time comes we are going to stretch you so wide… at the same time.”
My mouth goes dry. That sounds painful but my imagination is running wild and I like the thought of feeling both of them moving inside me, stretching me past my limit until it hurts. It’s sick but I need to feel the pain to the point that my eyes water. I never wanted it before but since meeting the guys I know I’ll be closer to heaven than I’ve ever been, my body dripping with pleasure. Needing the space, I step away from Tey as the door slams shut behind us and I take that moment to glance around Diablo.
Dalton lets out a low whistle and heads towards the long, gleaming, black bar across the dance floor. Suddenly bright lights flicker on from crystals hanging from the ceiling like curtains. My jaw practically drops open at how classy and sophisticated Dom’s club is. I was kind of expecting a hole in the wall by the appearance from outside. The inside has three levels when I glance up, with red velvet couches on each level, and balconies looking down on the glowing dance floor.
“I didn’t know you owned Diablo.” Logan leans on the bar next to Dalton, his honey eyes tracking Dom as he goes behind the bar.
“I know you didn’t. The great Logan Russo wouldn’t dare set foot in my club if he would have known. I’ve watched you on my cameras a few times.” Dom raises a brow at Lo as if he’s daring him to start talking shit and sends a wink at me as he lines up shot glasses while pulling out a bottle of tequila.
“Little bitch, come over here and take a shot with us.” Dalton grabs the loops of my jeans and pulls me under his arm while Dom holds out a glass to me.
The guys follow my example as Dom pours each of them a shot like a pro. Tey hops onto the counter as I raise my glass to my mouth and pulls his knife out to twirl between his fingers without reaching for a drink. He notices me staring and answers my unspoken question with a shrug.
“Been through too many foster homes with alcoholics.” He watches me as I start to put the glass down and reaches around Nicky to place his fingers under my shot, making me throw it back in one swallow.
My throat fucking burns but I grew up on this shit around the compound and it goes down smoothly.
“Remind me to never challenge you in a drinking game,” Dalton mutters in awe as he watches me, his voice gravelly as he slams his own shot glass down.
“Burns like a bitch but keeps the demons away.” Dom salutes us and tosses his back like it’s water.
“I’ve been drinking since I was twelve years old. You have to get tolerance starting at a young age when you live with a bunch of criminals.” I laugh hollowly, sliding my glass to Dom for another.
The guys stay quiet, watching me shoot back two more shots before Dom nods his head for us to follow him. He starts climbing the stairs and Tey scoops me up, surprising me as he sprints up the steps after Dom.
We walk into a big office that overlooks the club down below with floor-to-ceiling, tinted windows. Tey spots the long sectional and sits down with me in his lap, turning me so I can lean my back against his chest. Dom walks towards his desk and leans back in his chair, watching me with his dark gaze that sees everything. Logan shuts the door and crosses his arms as he glances around, stopping on Dom with a glare, almost like he can’t help himself. Nicky sits on one side of Tey, crossing his ankle over his leg as Dalton sits on the other side of me on the couch and kicks his boots up onto the coffee table.
“Right. Okay. We are doing this,” I say, a warm buzz spreading through my body from the alcohol and making me sink further against Tey’s.
“How about you start with why the hell you were dancing naked for other men?” Logan asks in a tight voice, his chest expanding as he takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself.
“I wasn’t naked completely. I just wanted… No, that’s not it. Ineededto dance. You won’t understand.” I look away from Logan, glancing at the windows just as music starts thumping downstairs and strobe lights flash from each corner of the club.
“Then make us understand, Angel.” Tey squeezes me around my waist, his voice quiet like he’s almost scared that I’m going to shut down.
I just might.
“You guys understand what it's like growing up around powerful men. Men that get off on power and aren’t afraid to use that against their own sons. But you don’t know what it's like being a girl in a man’s world.” My throat goes dry and I avoid their gazes until Nicky speaks up next to me.
“I know more than you think. My father treats my sister like she is dysfunctional, a waste of space. Don’t think the masks we wear every day mean we don’t have our own battles going on behind closed doors. You know what Jin deals with in the human flesh trade.” Nicky lets me in, and when I finally have the courage to glance over at him, I see past the sharp edges of his beautiful face. Everything is raw, bared out in the open for me to see. His mask of cool indifference is gone, but only for enough time for me to see how much hurt and fury he’s hiding before his eyes harden, shutting me out once again. He hates this life too.
“I think I’m just starting to get that,” I tell him, reaching over to slide my index finger down his smooth jawline.
“Tillie… I need you to tell me why. My every waking moment is filled with you and the dreams I have of you in the kitchen with Payne. Everything he said… was it true?” Dalton stares down at the club as it starts to fill up and his reflection in the mirror is one of rage, as if all his muscles are made of marble.
“Yes. I–I don’t want you to look at me like I’m weak or pity me. This is my life and I’ve lived it every day, still waking up and getting out of bed. If you can’t handle my past and what’s happened, say it now.” I clench my fists in my lap, hating the thought of anyone looking at me like I need to be sheltered, locked away because I’ve seen too much bad to last a lifetime.
“The moment I saw the fire spark in your eyes, standing up to Logan without a hint of fear… I knew I’d have to make you my Queen. Not someone to stand behind me, head bowed, but a woman that bathes in the blood of her enemies with a smile while standing by my side. That’s you, mama.” Dom stares at me with admiration in his gaze, his words hitting me deeply.
That’s how he really sees me.
