Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Seven

Raven

I sat at the bar waiting for the bartender to bring me my drink. I needed a shot of liquid courage to even fathom doing what I had planned. I was going to seduce both Nico and Dominic. I had no plan in mind. Not yet. Was I going to go for them separately? Would I try to wrangle them together? Could I even handle both of them together? Would they even want me in that capacity? Would they recognize me up close?

I had a feeling they would if I took off the mask. I looked completely different, but my facial features were roughly the same. My eyes were still the same shade and shape. My lashes were still thick and long. My lips were still the same. Plush and delicate. I checked my Dexcom app for my blood sugars before drinking. I never got drunk, choosing to stick to one or two drinks at most. Too much alcohol had the effect of lowering my blood sugar too much, especially if I hadn't eaten a sufficient meal beforehand.

I smiled when my numbers looked good and pocketed my phone back into my clutch bag and set it on the counter at the same time the bartender set my drink in front of me. I had opted for a simple red wine and savored the bittersweet taste of it on my tongue as I took a small sip. I watched the throng of guests on the first floor out of the corner of my eye. There were some people who looked familiar behind their masks, people I had seen and even played with in this club before the change in ownership. The half skull masks were nowhere to be seen. Not yet, at least.

I took the moment of reprieve to steel my nerves and plan how I wanted tonight to go. Chris had seemed entirely confident in his assumption that they wanted me. Their heated stares and the way they watched me dancing with him was what he called "an absolute certainty" and to be fair, he had never steered me wrong before. He had worked up enough courage to approach the guy he had been watching in the booth, and they had disappeared half an hour ago.

I spun around on my bar stool and watched bodies writhe on the dance floor to the seductive music. I had to admit, the new owners had done an amazing job with the renovations and the overall atmosphere here. Sipping on my wine, I eyed the crowd. I made sure the slit in my dress was exposing enough thigh and my breasts were perking beneath the silky fabric. I fought the urge to go to the bathroom and touch up my makeup. I knew I looked like sin on heels tonight, and I needed to let loose.

There was a domineering presence beside me and I smirked to myself while lowering my lashes. Without even turning my head, I knew he would be next to me.

"Whiskey. Neat," the dark and raspy voice said as he tapped the sleek wooden bar top.

I crossed my legs ensuring that even more skin was showing. The low lighting of the sconces gave a seductive view. My tattoos gleaming on my legs like a map of artwork leading higher and higher, disappearing to a spot you would only see if you stripped me bare.

When the drink was placed on the bar top, I felt a caress of skin along my bare shoulder. I suppressed a shudder, but I couldn't stop the goosebumps from popping up wherever his fingers touched. I leaned back and pulled my hair over my opposite shoulder and exposed my skin to his view. I could almost feel the heat of his stare grazing every visible inch of me.

I felt someone pluck a strand of my hair up off of my shoulder on my opposite side and jumped. f**k. I hadn't expected both of them to approach at the same time. Stupid. I should have known.

"What is such a beautiful creature such as yourself doing all alone in a den full of monsters?" That voice was as dark and dangerous as the devil himself. The voice reminded me of someone completely and utterly in charge. Nico. I had no doubt in my mind that this was Nico. Nico was whispering in my ear and playing with my hair. Holy f*****g s**t.

"Who says I'm not a monster?" I countered and he chuckled. The sound sent a jolt right between my thighs. God, I was horny, and I needed to get laid and get the hell out of here. I felt the heat of a body on my right before a different and equally attractive voice filtered into the shell of my ear.

"If you're a monster, then what would that make us?" The voice was strong and held a sense of playfulness. Dominic.

I turned and stared into the warm brown eyes that were visible through the skull mask covering half of his face. I had always enjoyed the mask kink thanks to all the books I've read. Somehow, this made him look even more dangerous than I knew him to be. Warning lights flashed in my mind. Danger. Warning. Proceed with caution. I ignored them. The part of his face that was visible gave me hints to how much he had changed in the last ten years. Stubble covered his golden tanned skin and his jaw line had only grown stronger with age. The fabric of his white button up shirt was stretched tight along the muscles of his chest. Muscles that you only got from physical hard work and genetics instead of spending hours in a gym. My mouth watered as I looked him up and down, and I couldn't stop my tongue from peeking out to wet my lips. His eyes zeroed in on the movement and heat flashed in those dark irises.

"My prey," I whispered as I gracefully got off the stool and strutted towards the middle of the dance floor. Without waiting for either man, I started moving my body to the beat of the music. The song So Far So Fake by Pierce the Veil played over the hidden speakers and I couldn't help but give a coy and sly smirk at the fact that these two dangerous men had followed me with interest to the middle of the floor. They watched from a distance as I moved my hips.

When the beat slowed down to a seductive tone, I felt a pair of hands land on my hips behind me. Fingers gripped the flesh tight and I threw my head back against the hard strong chest behind me. Brown eyes flashed in front of me as a separate pair of hands caressed my waist from the front. We moved as one unit together. Nicos' body behind me felt strong and sure, Dominic's predatory gaze had my entire body heating from the tips of my toes to the delicate curves of my ears.

We danced and danced. Moving and figuring out how each of our Chemistries meshes. Surprisingly, we fit well together. We moved as one, somehow one of us knowing exactly how and when the other would. No one stepped on any toes, no one butted heads or stumbled. They were confident and sure in every movement and that only spurred me on.

"If we're your prey, I'll gladly let you devour me," Nico whispered in my ear behind me and I gasped as his lips found the lobe of my ear before nipping it with his teeth. "Though, I think you'll find that you'll be as much under our spell." The song changed to Forbidden Fruit by Tommee Profitt and the delicate piano strokes from the intro seemed to enhance the intimacy of the mood between the three of us.

"Is that so?" I said, reaching my hand up and caressing the skin of his nape, grinding my hips against him with an extra hint of flare. I felt the bulge in his pants before his grunt of appreciation hit my ears.

"Oh, pretty girl, we know so," Dominic said as he spun me around and dipped me low. His hand splayed on the space between my shoulder blades, stopping me just before I hit the floor. I arched my back in his hold and slid my knee up his hip, keeping up this heated dance. He pulled me back up and our faces were less than inches apart. Our panting breaths mixed and combined, and my hair was blown off of my face. I felt fingers dance along the edges of my mask and I spun out of their hold. I looked over my shoulder as I put an extra sway in my hips walking towards the stairs to the second floor beckoning the two to follow me.

If we were going to do this, we would play by my rules. My way. My mask would stay on. I had never been one for being in charge, rather preferring my partners to take control but I needed a strong enough personality to bring out the submissive side in me and I was putting them to the test.

Dominic and Nico took sure and controlled steps towards me. They swaggered with the power and arrogance of someone who held power and knew it. People parted out of their way as if they could sense the danger emanating off of them. Eyes averted and people avoiding their gazes while also admiring their beauty from afar. I placed one heeled foot on the stairs keeping my gaze over the back of my shoulder at them before turning and making my way upstairs, daring them to follow.