Destructive

by Jessica Prince

  With a snap of my hips, I thrust my cock as far as it will go, causing her back to arch, lifting her chest of the desk. I set a brutal pace, fucking her as hard and as fast as my body will let me. With my eyes clenched shut the whole time, I’m able to imagine the feminine moans are coming from Marley and not this insignificant woman who’s currently in front of me.

  Yeah, that’s doing it.

  Jesus, if just thinking of Marley while I’m fucking someone else feels this good, getting inside of that tight little body will damn sure kill me.

  “Oh, God, baby. You’re so fucking good.”

  I yank back on her hair harder than necessary and hiss through clenched teeth. “I said. Don’t. Fucking. Talk.” I punctuate each word with a punishing thrust.

  The entire time I’m pumping into Tatiana, Marley is the only one on my mind. It’s like she’s burrowed herself into my brain and won’t let go. Nothing I do can erase her image. I pick up the pace, trying to pound her face out of my head. I’m just starting to feel that tingle in the base of my spine when a loud knock on my office door breaks my concentration.

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

  “What?” I yell out, not bothering to stop.

  I don’t give a shit about anyone coming in and seeing Tatiana’s naked ass up in the air. Maintaining her virtue is the last thing I care about. All I want is to get off and get her out of my office.

  “We got a problem, boss,” Aldo’s deep voice calls.

  I turn just in time to see him stepping into my office and shutting the door, a grim expression painted across his face.

  Perfect. Just what I need.

  “Handle it, Aldo. Whatever the fuck it is, just take care of it.”

  He gives his head a slight shake. “This isn’t something you want me to handle, man. Trust me. You need to take care of this yourself.”

  Tatiana tries to turn her head again, causing me to tighten my grip on her hair to a painful level. I never stop thrusting into her during the exchange with Aldo.

  “Jesus Christ! Fine, but can I have a fucking minute, please?”

  Shooting me a mock salute, the corner of Aldo’s lip twitches slightly. The motherfucker actually has the nerve to smile!

  “You got it, Gabe.”

  And with that, he’s gone, leaving me to blow my load in peace.

  ***

  My mind can’t even process what’s going on in front of me. I’m struck completely speechless.

  Needless to say, Carmen doesn’t have that same problem. “Holy Christ on a cracker! It’s a fucking sex club!”

  All around us, people are in various stages of undress. Moans of ecstasy can be heard over the thumping bass of the music coming out of the speakers around the room. At the bar near the back of the room, people are milling about, speaking casually to one another. Then, I turn my head to the right and see a woman lying back on a chaise lounge, completely naked with a man’s face between her legs. In every direction I turn, people are having sex in some form or another.

  Spinning around, I pin Carmen with the most serious glare I can muster up. “What the ever living fuck, Carmen? You brought me to a sex club?”

  She raises her hands in the air to ward off a potential attack from me. “In my defense, I had no clue it was a sex club, Marley.”

  She looks almost contrite. I say almost because a mischievous gleam in her eye tells me something’s up.

  “But,” she drags out before saying, “now that we’re here, what’s the harm in having a little looksy?”

  “Have you lost your damn mind?” I yell, drawing very unwanted attention from some of the people around us. I lower my voice and whisper-yell, “We’re leaving. Now. Just because you got the password from somebody doesn’t mean we should be here. Aren’t there rules to places like this?”

  Carmen waves her hand through the air like my concerns are unwarranted. “Just relax. No one knows we aren’t members. What’s the big deal?”

  “I’ve seen Eyes Wide Shut. I know exactly what the big damn deal is!”

  “Pfft. That was an exaggeration.”

  I put my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes. “You sure about that?”

  Carmen is still looking around the room, like she’s a kid in a candy store. “No,” she says nonchalantly. “But I still want to check it out. Just one lap around, then I promise, we’ll leave. Please, please, pretty please.” She’s jumping up and down with her hands clasped at her chest.

  At that point, I would have agreed to anything just to get her to stop making a scene.

  “Fine. But one lap, Carmen. I’m not kidding. And so help me God, if I walk out of this room with any mysterious stains on my person, I’m going to rip off your arm and beat you to death with it.”

  I turn away from her and start walking. I want to make this lap as fast as possible. I’m walking at a fast clip, trying to get it over with quickly. I’m sticking as close to the wall as possible when a large shadow crosses my path. I look up at the person looming in front of me. My eyes scanning up, up, up until they finally come to rest on a face contorted in anger.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Just freaking perfect!

  “Uh,” is all I manage to get out.

  Carmen chimes in from behind me, “No. Effing. Way! Aldo, you’re part of a sex club? Gotta tell ya, I did not see that one coming. Who knew you were such a kinky bastard?” She sounds way too excited, given our current situation.

  The look on his face alone has me cowering away from him.

  I attempt to take a step back, but my efforts are thwarted when one of Aldo’s ginormous hands flashes out and grasps me by the arm. His other hand reaches for Carmen before he starts to drag us away from the great room.

  “Hey! What the hell?” Carmen demands. “We didn’t do anything wrong. We were just leaving. No need to manhandle us.”

  She’s still arguing and struggling uselessly against his grip as he pulls us down a quiet hall and into what looks like some sort of waiting area. A black leather couch takes up the wall to the right of the door we just came through. Other than the couch and two matching high-back leather chairs, the room is completely sparse. The door we just came through is connected to a wall of glass that gives the perfect vantage point into the great room, and there’s another door off to the left.

  Aldo unceremoniously tosses us onto the couch as if each of us weighs nothing. “Does Gabe know you’re here?”

  Again, I’m at a loss for words. “Huh?”

  “What does Marley’s pretty-boy stalker have to do with anything?” Carmen asks.

  I glance between her and Aldo just in time to see both of their eyes grow wide.

  “Holy shit!” Carmen screeches. “Hotty McSex-on-a-Stick owns this place, doesn’t he?”

  What? Gabe owns a sex club? I can’t wrap my brain around that.

  Aldo remains tight-lipped, which only eggs her on more.

  “Oh my God, he totally does!” She turns her body toward mine, a Cheshire cat grin spreading across her face. “Babe, you’ve totally got to put out for this dude now! This is exactly the type of in we need to become members here!”

  She’s absolutely giddy at the idea of becoming a member of some exclusive high-class sex club. I, on the other hand, have no desire whatsoever. The thought of regular ole straight-up vanilla sex is enough to send me into a panic attack. Staying in a place like this any longer than necessary is sure to give me a heart attack. And what’s worse is that this is Gabriel’s club. That thought irks me worse than anything else. I’m not sure if it’s simply the idea that his name is attached to an establishment such as this or if it’s the idea of him actually participating that bothers me more.

  I try to quickly push the thought out of my mind. He’s nothing to me. I couldn’t care less that he owns this place.

  Yeah, right. I might as well call myself on my own bullshit with that one.

  “You’ve lost your goddamn mind if you think I’m havin
g any part if this, Carmen,” I finally respond, causing her smile to morph into a frown.

  “You’re no fun, you know that?”

  Movement from the corner causes me to turn to Aldo.

  “Stay here, and don’t fucking move.” Turning his back to us, he quickly knocks on the other door before opening it and stepping inside, leaving Carmen and me alone.

  “What do I have to do to get you to live a little, babe?” Carmen asks moments after Aldo disappears into the other room.

  “Try not bringing me to a sex club. How’s that for starters?” I hiss back.

  “It’s not like I knew what it was,” she claims, crossing her arms over her chest and sinking into the back of the couch in full pout mode.

  When I don’t bother replying, she remains quiet for a several seconds before speaking again.

  Carmen could never sit quietly for more than a handful of seconds. “Aldo’s kind of hot, huh?”

  All I can do is look at her like she’s grown a second head.

  “What?” she asks defensively. “He is…for a giant.”

  Honestly, if I were to really think about it, Aldo isn’t a bad-looking guy at all. Despite being absolutely massive in stature, he has a very handsome face. Nothing like Gabriel’s but handsome nonetheless. It’s just the visual of Aldo and Carmen together that has me thrown.

  “Car, you’re five-two. The man is over a foot taller than you are, and he outweighs you by at least a hundred pounds!”

  The grin that spreads across her face can only be described as sinister. “Finally—a man who hopefully won’t break by the time I’m finished with him.”

  I just roll my eyes and sit back on the couch. Seconds later, the door opens slightly, and Aldo squeezes his massive frame out of it. He shuts it before I can get a glimpse of what’s behind the door.

  “He’s tied up at the moment. Just sit tight for a bit.” Aldo takes a seat in one of the high-back chairs like nothing’s wrong and then crosses his huge arms over his equally huge chest.

  Is he kidding? The last thing I want to do is sit in some waiting area of a sex club owned by the man who’s been pursuing me relentlessly for weeks—a man I haven’t been able to get out of my head in just as long—so I can be scolded like some child.

  Carmen must have the same thought I do because moments after the words come out of Aldo’s mouth, she taking action. “Screw this bullshit. I’m not sitting here all fucking night like I’m waiting for the principal to call my mommy and daddy.” In a flash, she’s on her feet and moving toward the door Aldo vacated not long ago.

  One thing you have to understand about Carmen if you have any hopes of maintaining a friendship with her is that the woman is like a freaking Tasmanian devil! Trying to stop her from doing something is like trying to catch the wind.

  Poor Aldo didn’t even stand a chance.

  Before he even has the time to unfold his large frame from the chair, she’s already across the room and swinging the door open. From my spot on the couch, I have the perfect vantage point into what looks like an office. Right there, in all his glory, is Gabriel pounding into some dark haired woman he has bent over his desk. I can barely hear his expletive-laced rant at being interrupted over the moans of the woman on the desk.

  Within seconds of Carmen pulling the door open, chaos breaks out. Between the woman shrieking at the invasion of privacy, Aldo yelling at Carmen, and Gabriel yelling at Aldo, I can’t make out a single word anyone is saying, not that I’d be able to pay attention anyway. I’m too stunned by what I just saw to move a muscle—let alone, speak. I feel like all the wind has been knocked out of me. I know it’s ridiculous, but seeing him with another woman like that actually hurts. I’m not naïve enough to think I was ever anything special to him, but such a large part of me wanted so badly to give in to him every time he pursued me that this almost feels like a betrayal.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I know the exact moment he realizes I’m in the room. Recognition flickers in his eyes before they fill with something else.

  Is that shame?

  Almost as quickly as it appears, it’s replaced by something else. Fury flashes in his eyes so bright that I can see it clearly from all the way across the room.

  As if she doesn’t matter at all, the woman on the desk is disregarded. Gabriel pulls out and stuffs himself back in his pants, zipping up quickly as he stalks over to where I’m sitting. Carmen and Aldo are right on his heels. All I can do is sit, frozen by the expression on his face.

  “What the fuck is this?” he demands, grabbing me by the arm and jerking me up to stand.

  I flinch at his tight grip and try to pull my arm back, but it’s pointless. He has an iron grip on my arm, and he isn’t letting go anytime soon. Even though he’s holding on to me, his attention is focused solely on Aldo, and from the looks of it, Aldo is just as pissed as Gabriel is.

  “I asked, what the fuck is going on?” he directs to Aldo.

  “I found these two wandering around the main room, boss. No clue how they got in here.”

  I pull at my arm again, but all that does is draw Gabriel’s attention away from Aldo and straight to me. I can’t help but cringe at the unchecked anger in his eyes.

  “How the hell did you get in here, Marley? And don’t even think about lying to me.”

  I open my mouth, close it, and open it again, doing my best impression of a goldfish.

  Before a word can come out of my mouth, Carmen steps in. “First of all, you need to let go of her arm right fucking now before I break it. Secondly, it’s not like we broke in or anything. I had the password.” She crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a look that says she’s ready to go to war with the guy.

  His fingers loosen on my skin, but he doesn’t let go. “How did you get the password?”

  “From a friend,” she fires back.

  Gabriel’s eyes narrow on Carmen. “What friend?”

  Carmen tilts her chin up defiantly. “I’m not telling.”

  So not the right thing to say.

  “This isn’t a game, little girl!” Gabriel seethes. “That password is for members only. This is the most exclusive club in Chicago. People here go to great lengths to protect their anonymity. Do you have any idea the trouble the person who gave it to you is in?”

  “All the more reason not to tell you,” Carmen insists. “Besides, it’s not like we knew what kind of club this was. And you don’t need to worry about me or Marley saying a word to anyone about what we saw here tonight.”

  At that moment, I manage to find my voice. “We didn’t even really see anything. We were only in that great room for a couple of minutes before Aldo found us and dragged us in here.”

  Gabriel spins his head to look at me. “You don’t belong here.”

  I don’t think it’s possible for me to be more pissed off than I am right now. With those four little words, he just spoke volumes on how highly he thinks of me. He’s just like most other men in my life. He just wants to use me and toss me aside like I’m nothing.

  “No shit, asshole. If you’d let go of my arm, we’ll gladly get the hell out of here.”

  I give my arm a hard jerk, trying to break loose from him, but it does no good. He refuses to let go, and all I want at this second is to escape this fucking club and this man who makes me feel things I should never, ever feel.

  “Marley—” he starts but is interrupted by the girl he was fucking on his desk just seconds ago.

  “What the hell is going on, Gabe? Who the fuck is she?” She jabs her finger in my direction, staring at me like I’m something she just scraped off her shoe.

  I didn’t think it was possible to hate her more than I did when she was bent over Gabriel’s desk, stuffed full of his cock, but obviously, I was wrong because I’d give anything to claw her eyes out right now.

  Holy fuck, when did I become jealous?

  “You can go now, Tatiana.”

  Tatiana recoils at Gabriel’s cold dem
eanor. “Excuse me? Just who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

  Gabriel and Tatiana start to argue with each other.

  “Dude,” Carmen whispers, coming over to stand next to me, “is it just me, or does she look exactly like you?”

  I turn from Carmen and look back at the bitch currently waving her finger around in the air while going off on Gabriel, studying her intently. Huh, Car has a point. This chick is about my height, and we have a similar build with the exception of her obviously fake boobs. Her hair and skin tone are about the same color as mine, too.

  I’m still trying to process whether or not I should be freaked out by our similarities or if I am just looking for something to cling to when Gabriel finally releases my arm and stalks toward the other woman.

  “Bitch, I said, get out! That means, pull your fucking dress down and get out of my sight, not stand here and argue like you’re someone important.”

  He jerks her by the arm, much rougher than he had with me, and pulls her to the door leading to the hall that goes into the great room. He yanks it open and shoves her through like she is just a stray animal that he doesn’t want to waste his time with before slamming it shut and turning back to us.

  “You,” he says, pointing at Aldo, “take that one home. Now.” He flicks his wrist in Carmen’s direction and then turns to me. “I’ll drive you home.”

  “I don’t think so,” I say at the same time Carmen yells, “The hell you will!”

  “Enough!” Gabriel shouts. “Aldo, get her out of here!”

  Aldo makes a move for Carmen, but she isn’t having any of it.

  “Lay your big gigantor paw on me, and I’ll rip it off and beat you to death with it.” Then, she turns to Gabriel. “Listen here, asshole—”

  Mid-rant, Aldo bends his knees and tosses her over his shoulder like she’s a rag doll. She screams and yells, beating on his back with her tiny fists, as he carries her to the door and leaves, effectively sealing Gabriel and me in the room together.