Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Eight

Raven

My heels clicked on the floor as I took in my surroundings. The atmosphere up here was significantly different from the first floor. I could still hear the music, but it was muffled, and the lights were dimmed out. It had an overall more intimate feeling.

There were couples cozied up in the seating booths lining the walls. The bar on the opposite end of the floor had several patrons exploring their surroundings. On the opposite end, there was a large walkway that led to a hallway where I'm guessing the play rooms and viewing rooms were situated. The layout was similar to the original club design, but I have to admit, this new and improved Luxe had my attention.

I curiously walked down the hall when a waiter with a fitted white button up shirt, plain black mask and black pants carrying a tray of drinks walked past offering me a drink. Delicately plucking the flute off of the serving tray, I nodded in thanks. The bubbly liquid fizzed against my lips and I told myself this would be the last drink of the evening.

My eyes strayed to a hidden figure in the shadows along the hallway. The heavy beat of the music downstairs now only felt like a thump of base vibrating through my body. It spurred me on bringing out feelings of want and desire. Upon further examination, the lone figure was two. A man and a woman tangled together in an alcove, exploring. Playing. Her dress had been pulled down to her waist, her breasts on full display and her n*****s pinched between the fingers of the man currently biting and nipping on her neck. Her leg was hooked around his waist and he was thrusting against her hips. Her moans had heat and flush rising up my neck. I didn't look away. I watched as she took her pleasure from him. Riding and grinding her hips against the man's thighs. It was so erotic that I had to swallow a lump down my throat.

"She is a pretty one, isn't she?" Dominic asked from behind me. When I turned to answer, I saw he was looking right at Nico. They were both standing behind me lazily leaning against the wall.

Nico, however, wasn't looking at the couple. No, he was looking right at me. He was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. His eyes were heated, and his head was leaning back as he crossed his arms over his chest. I fully spun around to face him, challenging him. I raised a brow though he could barely see it through my green satin mask. I felt a pair of hands land on my hips behind me. Dominic. They slowly trailed up the curves of my hips.

Dominic took extra care to caress each and every curve. I felt his breath hot in my ear as he explored my body. Nicos' eyes darkened as his eyes zeroed in on where Dominic's hands lingered. I turned to look at Dominic. Would they fight? Was Nico jealous? Instead of gathering answers, I was left with more questions when I saw Dominic wasn't even looking at me. No, he was looking at his best friend as he pressed the bulge of his erection into my ass. I had seen that look before. Chris got that same look when he saw someone he liked, someone he fancied. The characters in the books I read and sell took on that same expression. Were....are Dominic and Nico more than friends?

"Look at him, little devil. Let him see all of these pretty little curves. So soft. So delicate," he said as his fingers caressed my n*****s bare beneath the silk of my dress. I ignored the hatred I felt for him and leaned my head back against his shoulder as his fingers plucked and played. "Do you want to play?"

"I think the question should be, are you sure you can handle playing with me?" I countered as I spun around and flipped our positions. I had Dominic backed against the wall, and he had a wicked and playful gleam in his eyes. I spotted the knife tucked into his belt loop, and I was sure that when I pushed him back I felt the bulge of a gun. Dangerous. He was absolutely lethal. I could tell just from looking at him, even without the weapons. Those hands could cause pleasure beyond your wildest dream, but they could also be your worst nightmare.

I doubted Dominic would have allowed me to get the upper hand on him. He wouldn't have allowed me to move him if it wasn't what he wanted. I was strong, but I wasn't Wonder Woman. He grunted as his back hit the wall and his hands came to land on my hips and steady himself.

"Oh, spicy little devil. Is that all you got?" he taunted. He was enjoying this. Here I thought I was going to play them, ruin them, but it seemed like every move I made they had a response already formulated.

"Do you want to play, pretty girl?" Nico rasped and I jolted. I hadn't heard him approach. I hadn't even realized he was behind me.

"That depends. What is your version of playing?" I asked as I licked my lips and trailed my fingers from Dominic's shoulders and down his pecks. So strong. Jesus Christ. I pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants and slowly started to unbutton. He leaned his head back and watched with a lazy but seductive smile.

"Oh, there are so many things we could do. The possibilities are endless." Nicos lips pressed against my neck from behind me and I gasped and found myself tilting my head to the side to allow him more access.

My fingers shook as I freed Dominic from his shirt. My suspicions were correct when I spotted the gleaming metal of the gun. He raised a brow in question. Like he was asking, Are you afraid, little devil?

I had seen horrors and been through torment that even these two couldn't fathom. I can handle him having a few weapons. Especially having a slight idea as to what they do for a living.

My eyes caught on the ridges of each muscle on his torso and stomach. Dominic was truly carved from granite by the gods. His tawny skin glowed in the dark light of the hall and his bright smile gleamed. He grabbed my hand and ran it up and down his abs.

"How does he feel, pretty girl?" Nico whispered after his attention on my neck seemed to satisfy him. Before I could even answer, he chuckled. "Don't even deny it. He feels absolutely amazing."

Nicos' hand joined mine, caressing each ab before drifting up and pinching Dominic's n****e between his fingers. Dominic thrust his hips forward and threw his head back and moaned.

"That is one of his favorite spots to play with. Like this," he said, guiding my hand to do the same. The minute my fingers touched his n*****s, it felt like sparks ignited along our skin wherever we touched.

"Oh f**k" Dominic cursed. My eyes drifted to the movement of Nicos' hand and I gasped when I saw his fingers dancing along the edge of his belt loop before dipping lower, inside.

I had never been so turned on in my life. Here I was feeling one of Nicos hands on me, caressing me, while he had his hand in his friend. No lover. It was clear now. He had his other hand on his lover's c**k, and he started stroking him while I watched. I clenched my thighs together, feeling the throbbing and the desire forming in my center. I was in trouble. So much f*****g trouble.