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The red light bounces on his bald head and glistens on his sweat-coated skin, reminding me of the asshole who lured Amethyst and her friend to the hotel.
“Sir.” He smooths down his leather waistcoat. “This throne is reserved for members only.”
I tilt my head up at him, my lips lifting in a smirk. He straightens, trying to assert his dominance, but it’s a pathetic attempt.
He isn’t Nocturne. There’s a look in a man’s eyes when he’s been to prison, forced to endure the lowest dregs of society. It’s a raw instinct that never truly fades, even years after being released from captivity. The bald man doesn’t have it. He’s never faced that primal desperation born from the will to survive.
“Is that so?” I ask, my voice so low he has to lean forward to listen.
When I flash him a grin, he must see something in my eyes because he lowers his gaze. It’s just as I thought. Any man who dons a costume on a Friday night to unleash his darker desires is no threat. He’s just a lamb dressed as a wolf.
Amethyst presses her lips up and down my shaft, her fingers groping at my fly. It takes every effort to keep my attention on this time-wasting idiot, but this is part of my plan.
“My lady and I want a bottle of Armagnac,” I say.
He hesitates, his throat tensing under my gaze. “Sir, table service isn’t?—”
“You interrupted my scene,” I snarl, my voice low. “Since there’s no sign on this seat saying it’s reserved for members, I can only conclude you’re here to serve me.”
His breath quickens. Even in this dim light and from my vantage point on the throne, I can see his blue eyes dilate. My brow arches. Reactions like this are a surefire sign he has submissive tendencies.
I lean back on the throne, staring so intently at the man that he’s forced to lower his gaze. He shifts on his feet, his fingers toying at the neckline of his leather waistcoat.
“Be a good boy and get me that drink,” I say.
He lowers his gaze and swallows. “Yes, sir.”
“And while you’re there, book us some time in the screen room.”
His eyes widen at my request, and his pale cheeks turn pink. With a nod, he scrambles off the podium. By now, a crowd has formed around our platform, and Amethyst gazes out at them, her cheeks equally as flushed as the club attendant’s.
“Everyone’s watching us,” she says, her eyes dancing.
My smirk grows. “Want to watch them see you come?”
“How?”
“Take out my cock,” I growl, leaning back to give her room.
Her delicate fingers fumble with my belt and zipper, and she reaches into my fly and eases out my erection. I groan, wishing we were alone so I could bend her over the throne and pound into her tight, wet heat until she screams my name loud enough to pull down the ceiling.
But we're not. We’re on display, observed by dozens of eyes, if not multiple cameras installed around the club. I want Amethyst to get off from being watched, but without sharing any part of her with these unworthy voyeurs.
She leans forward, running the flat of her tongue up my Jacob’s ladder. Pleasure surges through my veins, and I can’t help but shudder.
My fingers knot through her hair as she swirls her tongue around my crown and laps at the patch of skin beneath my Prince Albert.
I could come just from the sight and feel of my little ghost, but tonight is all about getting Nocturne’s attention. And pleasing Amethyst. She’s worked so hard on developing her escape and combat skills that she deserves a special reward.
“Show them how much you can take,” I growl.
Nodding, she swallows my shaft deeper until my crown hits the back of her throat. Her eyes water, but they remain trained on mine.
“Good girl.”
The crowd closes in, trying to see more, but I keep my body angled to protect her privacy. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman trying to mount the platform, but someone yanks her back into the crowd. Sending a silent word of thanks to the operatives watching our back, my focus drifts back to Amethyst.
I allow her to continue for a few more strokes, her head bobbing as I clench my jaw, fighting back the urge to release. It’s not just about her mouth—it’s her submission. Her wanton desire to take my cock in front of all these hungry eyes.
