VEDA
I ‘d never made an ass of myself in a club this nice before, but that’s exactly what I planned to do tonight. If I was about to leave this world, I
was going out with a bang. And this was the perfect dress to do it in.
The place had three levels. On the main level, where we were, women wearing scraps of material just barely wide enough to keep them legal hung upside down from ropes high above the heads of the crowd on the dance floor, shifting to new poses along with the music before twirling to “oohs” and “ahhs” from the crowd below. A man in tails and a top hat on top of the bar misted the dancers to keep them cool, and shot girls in sexy tuxedo shirts and tight black shorts and heels walked around with sparklers stuck in the corners of the trays they carried.
Above us were more tables overlooking the dance floor at a level with the acrobats. And on either side of the club, just inside the front doors, stairs led down to a third level. As we walked past, I quickly looked away, not wanting to know what happened down there.
After Luca dropped five hundred cash to secure us a table behind the roped off area right off the dance floor, I flagged down the waitress, not caring if I seemed rude. Yelling above the heavy beat of the dance mix playing, I ordered a lemon drop martini and a shot of their best tequila.
“Make that two shots.”
I looked over to find Luca holding out a hundred-dollar bill toward the pretty, dark-haired, brown-eyed waitress, but his eyes were on me.
“And keep them coming,” he told her.
“Yes, sir.” Taking the cash, she moved to the next table, where Enzo and Tristan sat with their backs to the wall.
As we waited for our drinks, I watched the dancers, trying desperately to keep my mind off of what was going to happen, and failing miserably. By the time the waitress showed up with my alcohol, I was trembling violently and having trouble breathing. Tequila spilled over the edge of the shot glass as I lifted it to my lips with a shaking hand, and I nearly cried with relief when the nasty stuff burned its way down my throat, warming my insides just enough to keep me from breaking down completely. I wished I’d never overheard them talking. I wished I didn’t know this was the night I was going to die. That this was only Luca giving me one last night out.
“Veda.”
I turned my head to find him in the chair right beside me. I searched his face, silently begging him to tell me everything was okay. That he’d changed his mind. Hell, maybe even that he loved me. But he said none of those things.
Blue eyes seared my skin everywhere they roamed, from my eyes to my lips and lower, to my breasts and even my legs, burning with something I didn’t understand. Unable to take the intensity of his gaze, I tried to turn away, but his hand shot up and gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
Slowly, his thumb rubbed my bottom lip, smearing my lipstick as the tears I could no longer contain slipped silently down my cheeks.
His mouth came down on mine, hard and hungry. He tasted like salt and tequila, and my hands came up to grip his shirt. I meant to push him away, I did. But that’s not what happened. Instead, I hung on tight. Like maybe if I could hang on tight enough, he could keep me here with him.
Breaking off the kiss, he kept his hand on my jaw, holding me still as he put his mouth near my ear. “You make me weak, vita.” He pulled back just enough to bring his face into focus. Still holding my jaw, he brought up the fingers of his other hand, shoving one into my mouth and rubbing something bitter on my gums. He pressed a hard, fast kiss to my bruised lips and released me.
I began to panic and tried to rub off whatever he’d just put in my mouth, but he grabbed my wrists and held them in my lap. “Leave it.”
“What is that?” I yelled over the music.
When he saw my terrified reaction, he frowned and took my face between his hands, forcing me to still. “Shhh… just relax,” he told me. “It’s just something to help you have a good time.”
I tried to get my racing thoughts under control. “You drugged me?” I didn’t do drugs. Never had. The one time I’d tried to smoke pot, I’d hated the way I’d felt the entire time and had sworn off everything except an occasional alcoholic beverage ever since.
He brushed my hair off my face in that way he always did. “It’s okay,” he told me. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Trust me.
I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it. That was the most absurd thing I’d ever heard in my short life.
Luca suddenly stood. “Come on.” Taking my hand, he brought me to my feet, then leaned down and said something to Enzo. He nodded and stood also, but didn’t follow us as Luca led us out onto the dance floor and took me into his arms. His left hand took my right, tucking it beneath his jacket against his hard chest as his other hand splayed wide on my lower back.
Even in my heels, the top of my head barely came to his jaw, and I felt small and insignificant in the crowd of people. I held myself stiff at first, concentrating only on holding back the screams that threatened to burst free. But gradually, I gave in to the music pulsing through my veins as we swayed to the beat in the small space we were allotted by the crowd.
Luca was an amazing dancer. Or maybe I was just high. Either way, it didn’t really matter. I don’t know how long we were out there. I only knew that with every minute that passed I relaxed more and more, my body molding to his like I was meant to be a part of him. I found myself smiling as I tilted my head back and watched the lights spin around us. Something warm and wet touched the side of my neck. His lips and tongue. It felt good, so I moved my head to give him better access.
His hand slid down until he was cupping my ass, and he pulled my hips closer until I could feel him against my stomach, hot and hard and swollen. I slid my hand around the back of his neck, holding his mouth to my skin as he bent me back right there in the middle of the dance floor, his lips and tongue burning a trail over my collarbone and lower, until he was stopped by the material of my dress. With a growl I felt more than heard, he tugged at it with his teeth.
“Luca,” I moaned. I wanted him. Right there on the fucking dance floor. I didn’t give a shit who watched. But apparently, Luca did, for he suddenly righted me so fast the room spun and I almost fell on my ass. However, his arms were still around me, holding me up until I could do it on my own.
And then we were moving, dancing our way through the crowd. I laughed with delight as he maneuvered us through the throng of dancers, shoving people out of the way with one arm when they wouldn’t move.
The next thing I knew, we were in a dark hallway and Luca had me pressed up against the wall. His mouth came down on mine. Hard. Hungry. Wiping everything from my mind but what was happening this moment. His hands were on my outer thighs, lifting my skirt so high I knew anyone who walked back there would see my navy lace underwear.
“Touch me, amore.”
He sounded desperate, almost pleading, and euphoria swept through me to hear it, to know he needed me like I needed him. When I got too caught up in the colors of my thoughts and didn’t react fast enough, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his cock. My fingers locked around him, and I was rewarded when Luca tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting my head so he could ravage my mouth.
Footsteps sounded to my left, and before I knew what was happening, Luca had his gun pointed at the guy, his other hand still wrapped in my hair and my hand still around his cock. “Find another fucking bathroom,” he growled.
I giggled as the guy put up his hands and slowly backed away. Jesus Christ, what the hell was wrong with me?
Oh, yeah. I was drugged.
We were moving again. Luca walked me backward through a doorway, kicking it shut with his foot. I glanced around and saw a sink with a long, black counter next to a couple of open stalls. Urinals lined the opposite wall.
The heavy beat of the music pulsed through speakers in the ceiling. The fluorescent light above us flickered, only one dim bulb still working. But for a men’s room, it wasn’t as gross as I’d expected.
Luca’s hands were in my hair, and his mouth came back to mine. My lips were already swollen and bruised, but I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back with all the love in my heart. I felt absolutely euphoric. I knew it was the drugs, but I didn’t care. At this moment, I wanted to believe the illusion.
He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, his hands traveling over my back and down to my ass and back again. My blood surged to the surface, sensitizing my skin until I could feel every tiny nuance of his touch. I wanted to be naked. To feel the soft material of his suit against my skin. I could’ve been kissing him for seconds or hours. I had no idea. I just knew it felt so fucking good…
With a desperate moan, he pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he told me.
Before I could ask him what he was sorry about, he spun me around and placed both of my palms flat on the counter on either side of the sink. He kicked my feet apart, spreading my legs, then he pulled my hips back. My lace panties were ripped from my body. His hands were on my thighs, and I felt the cold air from the A/C on my bare ass and the head of his cock sliding through the folds of my pussy. I shivered with expectation, every nerve in my body tingling. There was pressure as he pushed inside of me, giving me no time to adjust to his size. I gasped as he pulled out just a little, then pushed in again, a little further this time.
Lifting my head, I watched him in the mirror as he worked his way inside of me. His jaw was clenched. His eyes on my ass. When he finally slid all the way in, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. Blue eyes shot up, meeting mine in the mirror, and I was shocked at what I saw there.
Sorrow. Desperation. Anger.
Before I could ask him what was wrong, he dropped his eyes and started to move. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me from behind, fast and hard, until it was all I could do to stay on my feet in these damn heels. He fucked me like he was trying to exorcise a demon, and maybe he was.
Bending forward, he reached around me and pulled down the material of my dress, exposing my breast and pinching my nipple hard. I cried out at the pain, but it was followed by a swift surge of desire as I heard him growl behind me.
On and on, he fucked me, his hands on my ass, my hips, my breasts, my shoulders… until my arms and legs were shaking from trying to hold myself up. But he didn’t relent. If anything, he fucked me harder.
“Veda…” My name was a plea on his lips, and then he slammed into me one more time as he cried out. His arm came around me and I felt the weight of him sag against my back as he braced his other arm on the sink, holding us up.
I felt every drop as he came inside of me, and I’d never felt more a part of him than right now, at this very moment. I didn’t come. I didn’t have to. I felt our souls touch.
When he could breathe again, Luca pulled out of me, and a sense of loss surged through every cell of my body. “Stay there,” he ordered. “Don’t move.” I watched him in the mirror as he tucked himself back inside his pants. Then he grabbed some paper towels out of the basket on the sink, wet them under the faucet, and stepped behind me. He was gentle as he washed the slickness from pussy and thighs, and when he was done, I straightened, and he helped me pull my dress down.
Luca’s phone rang. His eyes met mine as he put it to his ear, and I watched with something akin to fascination as they froze over again, like a slowmotion film of the Caribbean turning into a glacier. The man who had just fucked me so desperately disappeared. “Yes, we’re ready.”