Page 58 of The Mafia Marriage Contract

“Good evening, Mr. Viacava.” The doorman pulls open the door and ushers us inside the darkness.

I give him a nod. “Evening.”

“They know you by name? Jesus, do you come here that often?” Livvie says in a loud whisper, resisting when I try to pull her close.

“I told you, a good friend of mine is the owner. He makes sure his friends are recognized.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs, moving in close to me after a second. “Likely story.”

We walk down one of the private corridors. Her hand clenches mine, and I see her study everything in our path as we move into the central part of the club.

She’s curious. Can’t stop looking at everything in our line of sight. I love that she’s not afraid, that fascination has taken over the apprehension.

I won’t let anyone touch her. She’ll be by my side every second we’re here. I want her to feel safe so that we can explore these pent-up kinks she will most certainly discover tonight.

Each room hosts a show with a viewing area, and on the other side, in the main area, are places for eager participants to create their own action.

We pass by a room where a rope bondage event is in progress. Livvie practically trips over her feet right outside the doorway as one of the dominatrixes winds one of her gold ropes around a captive.

Techno music pumps through the speakers, vibrating the floor beneath our feet. Livvie’s gaze is locked on the erotic scene in front of us. She steps in front of me and moves closer to the entrance, mesmerized. I slide up behind her and rest my hands on her slim hips.

I slowly run my hands down the sides of her thighs and she moves back against me, her ass rubbing against my cock. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing but I’m fucking hard regardless. She covers my hands with her own and inches them up higher, our interlocked fingersgripping the fabric of her dress.

Fuck me, she wants more than just to watch.

I lift one side of her dress high on her thigh and slip my fingers underneath it to play with the sliver of silk covering her pussy.

She’s hot. Wet. Moving her hips, pushing her cunt against my hand.

Oh fuck, I want her. Here. Now.

I slide a finger beneath the edge of the silk and run it along her slick, plump lips, toying just inside, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

She turns and looks up at me, lust pooling in her heated gaze.

“You like?”

“Love,” she breathes.

“It’s complete freedom,” I say. “No inhibitions, no judgments. You just do what feels good.” I rest my hands against the wall on either side of her. “Tell me what you want, Livvie. Do you want to keep watching or…?”

“Or what?” she asks in a breathless voice.

I lean toward her, my teeth nipping at her earlobe. “Or do you want to be watched?”

I hear the hiss of breath and bite back a smile. Shock? Maybe. But I think it’s something more. My dirty girl wants to be watched.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Livvie? Do you want me to make you come with my cock and my mouth?”

She stares at me, eyes transfixed on my face like she’s caught under a spell. “Yes.”

My hand moves against her plump pussy lips again, faster this time. “And do you want to be watched? Do youwant everyone to see what I can do to you? What only I can do?”

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back as I finger fuck her in the middle of the rope play scene.

I pull my hand from under her dress and lead her down another corridor. There’s a keypad next to the door of one of the viewing rooms. The lock clicks and I push open the door.

It’s just dark enough, with dim wall sconces lining the perimeter. They cast a golden glow on the space, which is decorated in black and red.