Married to the mafia boss Series

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Charlotte

The club lights bounce off the walls, creating that electric vibe I’d always loved about The Dark Odyssey.

Every time I came here, past or present I was always impressed by the place and all that the guys had done. They truly, truly had done a remarkable job.

Tonight was no different to any other night and I was enveloped in music and the urge to get sucked into my fantasies.

Maybe a little too much.

Christ… with my mind spinning after my little off-the-charts sexy rendezvous at Gabe’s office I went shopping after. I went shopping by myself and picked up the little number I’m wearing.

A sexy as hell red negligee from Victoria’s Secret, red kitten heels that match and I bought my own mask. You always got a mask at reception but most people came with their own. I did that tonight and while the thought was thrilling I felt a little …Just unlike myself.

Or unlike the me before Antonio. Lingerie was a must in his house on a daily basis, but I’m not thinking about that.

Not tonight.

I’ve come far. I’ve had sex with Gabe several times and it feels like I’ve fixed that part of my brain that I thought was broken. I’ve had sex with the man more times than I can count in the short space of time that I’ve been home and it feels to me like it’s been the first in the whole ten year span. It feels like he’s the first and only man I’ve ever been with. Everything that happened in the in between is what I’m shoving to the back of beyond.

That’s what I’m telling myself and it seems to be working because I know what tonight will be like, I just don’t know how it’s going to play out.

It’s exciting though.

I got here five minutes ago and was ushered to Gabe’s private booth. Different from the VIP lounge he shares with the guys.

I’m on the second floor, where I would have seen him that first night, so it fits. Makes sense that he was standing here. Now I’m here I can see all the décor and it is very impressive indeed.

There’s a large leather sofa and a table for drinks. A bar area with bartenders who greet me and give me a cocktail and mostly what I can see from here in full force is the view of everyone on the dance floor and the people around having sex.

Across from me are a row of three booth areas that look like this. I’m not sure how I’m going to fair here tonight because inside them are people having group sex. The combinations are one woman with three or a max of five guys.

Like always when I’ve been here, I find myself torn between the question of watching or not, then I find that I can’t tear my eyes away from what I’m looking at.

What gets me though tonight is the emotion they all share and I can tell straight away from the way they touch each other that they couldn’t have met here tonight.

Also none are wearing masks.

My attention is on the woman in the booth with four guys.

I don’t know why but I’m fascinated with the attention she gives them and what they give her. It’s a direct contrast to the first level below me where I can see one of the waitresses being fucked by two guys wearing masks. They share her between them and they seem ruthless about it.

The people in the booths though are different and it dawns on me that maybe they’re all in a relationship.

Fuck… are they? How would that work?

I watch now as she sits on the guy in reverse cowgirl so he can plunge into her ass, then the other guy she was kissing plunges into her pussy. They start fucking her, while the other two guys go either side of her, she starts sucking the guy on the left’s cock while she gives the other guy a hand job.

I’m looking at them, my fascination through the roof but I can’t help but be aroused too.

Sharing… it’s all sharing. Is that what Gabe is into?

Is that what he did through the years?

Charlotte don’t be stupid and naive. I’m a long way from either of those.

The man is one of the owners of a very raunchy sex club that caters for the wealthy and people who can afford the seven hundred dollar entry ticket.

Yes… seven hundred dollars. I couldn’t believe it myself when I read it online. That’s the ticket for the sex dungeon.

Gabe is deadly, devilishly handsome, drop dead gorgeous, sex god of course he must have lived like a king with his harem of women over the years.

Why wouldn’t he?

Even if he remembered me, hope was lost when it came to us.

I press my lips together as the woman I’m watching orgasms. It’s the pleasure filled look on her face that gets me and as she does the men switch around so everyone can get their turn to fuck her.

“I don’t remember you watching like that.” Gabe’s voice makes me jump and I turn to see him standing paces away from me.

“Hi.” I smile at him and feel my cheeks burn with heat from the fascination I must have shown the group of five.

He walks up to me and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s brief but effective and I see he likes what I’m wearing.

He takes the drink out of my hand and settles it down on the table so he can spin me around slowly and check out what I’m wearing properly.

My negligee is definitely of the daring and truly adventurous variety. The kind that got me instant attention the minute I took off my kimono.

I did that when I walked into the main section of the club and took the elevator up with the lady who brought me here.

“Good girl, you know what I like.” He gives me that cocky smirk of his and tilts his head to the side as he continues to appraise me. The negligee is a mix of satin and lace in a baby doll style. The satin covers my nipples and forms a band around the midsection under my breasts, making them look bigger.

The rest of it is lace. Very sheer lace that allows you to see through to the thong I thought would drive him crazy.

“Glad you like it.” I try for nonchalance as if I dress like this all the time.

He tilts my chin toward him and holds my face like he’s studying me. “You were watching the group. Does it bother you?”

“No. It doesn’t.”

“Then the look on your face must have been fascination,” he surmises.

“Can you blame me?”

He releases his hold on me and smiles wider. “And what fascinated you?”

“Everything. They all look like they could be in a relationship.”

“They are.” He confirms and I can’t help the surprise that washes over me.

“Oh… all… of them?” I raise my brows.

“Yes. It works and they share.” He looks back out to them and then back to me. “This is the part of the player’s lounge reserved for groups in a relationship. There are only three booths and they book one for the whole night similar to how the rest of the cubicles work, it’s booked for the night by those using it, different to the other areas.”

The way he talks about it is so ordinary, like we’re talking about office space or something mundane.

Being in the whole scene now is definitely fascinating but it just makes me wonder what the thoughts are behind it. I never asked before.

“Are you fascinated too? With sharing a woman, or… being with more than one?” He’s far from stupid and knows the question I’m trying to ask.

It’s a hidden question I have no right to ask because we weren’t together. Although I would never class my situation as married, it was. I got married.

So Gabe was entitled to live out whatever fantasy he wanted, and with anyone he wanted to live it with.

“I was,” he confesses and as much as that little mantra ran through my head I can’t help the feeling of a stone dropping in the pit of my stomach at the declaration.

“Oh.” Is all I can say then I look around the booth and see it properly for the first time. It’s made exactly like the booths across from us, his space just takes up the whole area.

He’s had women here, more than one. Maybe more than two.

He must see my mind racing and catches my face again.

I try to smile and fail.

“Was… Charlotte,” he repeats with emphasis on the word ‘was’. “As in past tense.”

“So… not now?”

I think of the woman at the office earlier and wonder if he was ever with her. He gave her an answer I’m not likely to forget and damn was I ever on cloud nine when I heard him say it. It still leaves me wondering though if he’s been with her.

“The only person I will share you with is myself. I’m too selfish and not into sharing anymore. Not when you belong to me.”

“Belong?” I decide to be playful because belonging sounds so damn good it scares me because of how bad I want it. “Your month could end and I decide I want to move to Timbuktu, then I wouldn’t belong to you.” I tease with a chuckle, but he gives me a wild smile that’s not quite filled with humor.

“Goddess, you can move to the moon and tell me no all you want baby.” He leans close to my ear. “You could hook up with Tom, Dick, and Harry, but you’d still belong to me.” He gives a sexy wink that I smile at.

“Okay, glad for the clarification.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I do with things that belong to me…” He takes off my

mask and sets it down on the table next to my drink. “I like to show them off. I’m a prick that likes to show off, especially …” He stops, reaches for me so he can hold me close and moves right near my ear. “When I have the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm I like the world to know she belongs to me.”

My damn mouth waters and I can’t talk.

The rawness in his gaze gets me. It’s almost animal like, like a predator looking over its prey.

What he does next makes my voice fade away into the ether along with my mind.

He tugs on the little straps holding up my negligee and pulls it down my shoulders so my breasts pop out.

Then he pulls it all the way down so it floats down my body and pools at my feet. The next thing to come off is my thong.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The feral, carnal look that fills his eyes as he looks over my naked body sends a shudder through me.

“I like to show off her body. So the world knows she belongs to me,” he adds.

I’m stuck and I can’t think past the fact that I’m naked in front of people, and his penetrative stare. Both are too much.

The bartenders can see me and so can anyone else who’s looking on, and there are people looking.

The air on my nipples tickles them but his fingers squeezing my breasts makes them diamond hard.

His smile turns sinful hot and he lowers to suck my breasts and lingers there so I can feel pleasure. That steals my thoughts away. He runs his tongue across the swells of my breasts and my whole body feels like it’s on fire, hot fire like I’m standing next to the sun.

A whimper falls from my lips as his tongue taunts across the taut peak, a shard of undiluted pleasure races through my body and spikes all the way down to my aching pussy.

Once again I want him inside me. I want his ruthless cock inside me, fucking me the way he took me today on the desk of his office.

I want the fantasy of getting lost in him.

I want him.

His wild suckle makes me arch into him. As he puts his arm around me to bring me even closer I close my eyes and allow my head to fall back.

God, I want him so bad. I want him so bad and never want him to stop touching me.

I’m left greedy for more when he pulls away leaving me panting, my mind buzzing with wild sexual energy that ripples from me to him.

Energy and excitement fuel with anticipation when Gabe starts undoing the buttons on his shirt.

What is he doing?

Is he seriously doing what I think he’s going to do?

That is the problem – the one problem – with being with a wild man who does whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

He’s unpredictable and I never know what the hell I’m in for until he hits me with it.

He backs off his shirt and I run my hands down his powerful chest. My fingers start tracing the definition in each muscle, allowing me the pleasure of exploring him.

He reaches out, traces my mouth with his thumb and secures his hands on the cheeks of my ass.

“I will also fuck you in front of the world so they know you belong to me.”

My breath hitches and my whole body blushes from the scandalous idea.

Christ, he’s being serious as fuck.

My heart stills but I’m so taken with the idea of him fucking me out in the open like this in front of everyone that I can’t breathe.

My eyes are glued to him, watching with the wildness that takes me. He undoes his belt buckle and sheds his pants and boxers, unleashing the length of his perfect cock.

My lips part with awareness but all thought of caring about who’s watching drains from my mind when he picks me up and sits down with me straddling him.

He takes my face and brings me in for a kiss that finishes the job of erasing my awareness.

Opening my mouth, I let his tongue tangle with mine in a clash of passion, and I groan from the exhilaration.

With my lips still on his he lifts my hips and thrusts his cock into me, balls deep, buried to the hilt. I only leave his lips to cry out from the impact, much to his pure satisfaction.

He growls with it and smiles with the wicked sin I see brimming in his eyes.

No one has to ask if the kind of sinful ideas are the type that will lead you straight to temptation. And, there will be no turning back. No matter how hard you try.

He chuckles as he starts moving inside me. He doesn’t allow me to ride him like he usually does when we’re in this position. Instead, he grabs my ass so he can get a good grip and starts to fuck me.

I’m quivering as his hips thrust out and in, his cock spiraling friction through my pussy and up my body each time he pounds into me. It’s exhilarating and mind-blowing and I allow myself to get lost in him as I bounce up and down in his lap.

I’m lost in him. Lost in the sea of pleasure. Lost in the high as he gives me orgasm after orgasm.

Then things change up as he fucks me faster. With one hand on my ass and the other smoothed up the back of my neck, he fucks me with a surge of manic pounds that makes me writhe against his untamed grip. We both get lost in the rhythm and the burst of ecstasy and I cry out at the same time he growls his own release.

Oh my God…

What the hell?

How the hell can every time feel like some mind-blowing experience that leaves me breathless, bamboozled, greedy for more?

Gabe smooths his hand up the back of my neck and the sexy smile returns to his face.

Pleasure makes me dizzy as his cock pulses inside me, and I relish the feeling of his hot cum.

He rests his forehead against mine, as his breathing steadies mine does too, the both of us climbing back down from the place we went to. He holds me to him in that possessive manner and smiles against my lips as he kisses me.

“I need more. More of you baby, always you, ” he beams.

“You can have me,” I breathe.

He pulls back to look at me and the look in his eyes is different. “I hope so.”

The way he looks… his words… he means he hopes I’ll choose him when our month comes to an end.

He said he wanted to make me fall for him again, but what he doesn’t realize is there was no time at all that I stopped loving him.

Not once. All this time and nothing whatsoever changed the way I felt about him.

I’m just scared. That’s what it is and this one month arrangement is me trying not to be.