Page 76 of Paved in Venom
“The women were all staring at you and your brothers, and then they seemed confused when they saw me with you instead of some drop-dead gorgeous model. I was just thinking that I wanted to tell them I was just as surprised as they are.” I give a soft laugh, but Danil doesn’t join in. His lips don’t even curl up the tiniest bit. He’s not happy with what I’ve just said.
Instead of saying anything, he closes the distance and kisses me slowly. I hear a couple of the women let out surprised gasps, but I no longer care about any of them or what they think. I’m too busy kissing the man I’ve fallen completely in love with. He kisses me slowly, lighting my body on fire with every stroke of his tongue. When he pulls back, I’m breathless and his eyes are dark with barely contained lust.
“I’m the one who’s unworthy to stand next to you, sladkaya. Don’t ever forget that, and don’t ever let someone else make you doubt how goddamn perfect you are. You are mine, baby, and I don’t ever want anyone else standing next to me.”
He gives my bottom lip a soft suck. “Can you still feel my cum between your legs?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because thanks to that kiss, I’m soaking wet, and I know it’s not all from my arousal. He’s mixed in there, too, just like he wanted.
“Good. Let it remind you who you belong to and how fucking much I love you.”
I nod and let out a shaky breath. This time when I look up at him, he smiles and gives me a wink before wrapping his arm back around me and leading me to where his brothers are waiting by the door. The two bouncers at the entrance look like they could take down anyone or anything who tried to fuck with them or cause trouble. They’re intimidating as hell in their dark, tactical-looking clothing and fierce eyes that are taking in every fucking detail around them.
When they look at Danil and his brothers, though, they immediately drop their eyes and give a respectful nod before speaking to them in Russian. They open the doors for us, letting us in while the others are forced to wait, and once we’re in, I look back and watch as they start to frisk the next person in line. They are taking no chances with this club.
Stepping inside, I’m momentarily stunned by what I see. I knew the outside looked nice, but I was still thinking it would look similar to the Red Viper, but this place is nothing like that. It’s huge and open and aside from all the nearly naked women, it looks downright classy. There are three large stages, each with a pole dancer as well as a few poles placed strategically around the place—all of them currently occupied by gorgeous dancers who are defying gravity with every move they make.
My insecurities all start to come back, but Danil leans down and whispers in my ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, sladkaya. None of these other women even fucking exist to me.”
I smile and kiss his cheek, whispering how much I love him against his dark stubble. He gives my ear a soft bite and then leads me to one of the long bars. There’s a gorgeous blonde behind the counter, pouring drink after drink without missing a beat. When she sees Danil and his brothers, she gives them a big smile and says something in Russian.
Danil switches to English and says, “Mila, I want you to meet Simona.” Danil looks at me and winks. “She’s married to Timofey, one of our best men.”
I look at Mila, who’s beaming with pride from the compliment Danil just gave about her husband. I smile at her and say, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she says, and I know that sexy accent is going to earn her a hell of a lot of tips. She looks from me to Danil and gives a small smirk before saying something to him in Russian.
When she sees my confused look, she leans closer and says, “I’m just teasing him for falling in love. He was always so adamant he never would.”
“She proved me wrong,” Danil says, smiling down at me.
Mila laughs while she pours us all a drink. I gladly take mine, knowing this is going to be a long night. While I sip it, I turn back around and take a better look at the club. The lighting is low enough to feel intimate but not so low that it’s annoying. There’s a main area in front of the stages that’s filled with small curved seats and tables so people can watch and order some food and drinks, but there’s also other more private areas spread along the outside of the room.
When I scan the corners of the room, I see several men getting lap dances, but there’s also a few that just seem to be enjoying a nice meal while they watch the beautiful women around them. Looking up, I see another level that’s built into a large circle so they can look down and see everything that’s happening below.
“The VIP section,” Danil whispers. “That’s where we’ll be spending the evening.”
“Fancy,” I say, making him smile. When I see a couple of hallways along the back wall, I ask him, “Where do those lead to?”
Leaning down so our faces are lightly touching, he says, “One leads to the main office and the dressing rooms, and the other is filled with private rooms that people can use.”
“Use for what?”
“Whatever the hell they want as long as it’s consensual. Every woman who works here is Russian and under strict orders to pretend to speak very little English. They’re spying on these men for us, but some of them aren’t going to have a problem with doing extra if it gets them more money. It’s their choice, though. Vitaly made it very clear that it’s not expected.”
I look around at the beautiful women, so many of them are just sitting on men’s laps, smiling and grinding, playing into the part of just being a decoration. God, it’s the perfect cover. These men already think of women as being beneath them, and they’re going to let a lot of information slip out once the drinks start flowing.
“I’m going to walk around and make sure everything’s going like I want it to,” Vitaly says. “I’ll meet you guys upstairs later.”
He walks off with a grin and immediately starts shaking hands and laughing with a group of men who’ve just sat down at a nearby table. He’s damn good at this. No one suspects he’s anything but a club owner who loves to surround himself with beautiful women. Some also think he has an interest in trafficked women, but none of them suspect he’s actually plotting to take them all down.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby,” Danil says when his brothers start walking towards the stairs in the corner. We’re almost to them when I hear a very feminine voice yell Danil’s name.
“Fucking hell,” he groans before turning us both around.
The woman walking over to us with a big smile on her face is stunning. She’s petite with pretty, long, blonde hair, and a body that I would seriously consider killing someone for. I know how amazing it is, because just about every inch of it is exposed to me thanks to the sparkly pasties and jeweled thong she’s wearing. Her dark eyes are glued to Danil, and I see the desire in them, and it really pisses me off. My first thought is that she’s an ex-fling, and god that makes my heart hurt.
When Danil feels my body stiffen, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’ve never fucked her, sladkaya, and I never wanted to,” before he kisses my cheek and pulls me even tighter against his body while standing back up to face the woman who’s not looking quite as thrilled as she just was.
