Page 30 of A New Days Don

“If you want to accomplish anything this evening, you are going to have to conceal the fact that you are an officer,” I tell her, and unease twists her beautiful features. I sigh, then pick up my pants, showing her the gun I keep strapped to my ankle and the dagger strapped to the other. I take the gun sitting on my desk and place it in the waistband of my pants, “We aren’t going out unarmed, not that you would have to worry about being attacked. Most of the people we are going to see tonight will not be out to hurt you, and if they try, I have no qualms putting them six feet under.”

Her beautiful eyes widen once more, giving me a full, unrestricted view of them. It’s only now, as I stand this close and see them in the fluorescent light of my office, that I notice the few strands of green slicing through her blue irises.

This isn’t the first time she has seen me with a weapon, but I suppose the threat was a little intense. Uncertainty filters across her face before that stubborn shield of indifference and professionalism hides her feelings from me.

I almost growl in frustration, but I hold it back for her sake.

“I want my gun.” She insists, and I raise a brow.

“Better find a way to hide it then.” I walk to the door, “You can put all your official police gear in the closet there. It will be secure.” I point to two large cabinet doors, “Then come with me. We are going to see if any of my girls have some clothes for you to wear. Your role this evening is a party girl out for a night with her charming boyfriend.”

Her eyebrows raise so high that it’s almost comical. I laugh at the reaction, making her cute nose scrunch in defiance, as I leave the room. Before she can say anything more, the door shuts between us.

While I stand waiting for her, I listen as she shuffles around the room, piquing my interest, but I stay put and patiently wait for her to put her gear away. If she is looking for anything, she won’t find it. When she pops out, she is left in a maroon V-neck that hugs her breasts and toned stomach and a pair of black police standard uniform pants that hug her ass in all the right ways.

“You can’t keep any of that.” She grumbles, and I raise my hands in surrender.

“And here I thought I was about to acquire a bulletproof vest five sizes too small.” I muse, which earns me a glare, “We will only be out for a few hours. When we come back, you can pick it up before you go.”

With a hand placed firmly on her lower back, I guide her into the main room, sticking close to the shadows to stay out of sight of the patrons. On the other side of the curtain, we are met with a shroud of darkness and dim lighting. Blue and purple beams down on the couple playing on the chaise in the centre of the room, while women and men kneel scantily clad next to their dominant partners.

I feel the moment the shock of my club sets in for Mila. Her back stiffens, and her breathing becomes shallow.

The man on the stage gently caresses his bare female, running a cat of nine tails up her waist, teasing both her and the audience as they chat amongst each other. I return my attention to Mila to watch her eyes bounce from person to person, before settling in on the female mewling in desperation.

I am about to whisper words of encouragement when I notice the way her skin becomes spackled in goosebumps and the way panic and lust war beneath her blue eyes. She is breathtaking like this. Confused yet turned on. Panicked yet aroused. Skittish yet wearing her strength and will as armour.

I lean over, murmuring low next to her ear, “This way…”

If I wasn’t standing so close to her, I would have missed the way her breath shudders and the whispered question, “What are they doing?”

I don’t think I was meant to hear her thoughts. No, in fact, I know I wasn’t meant to hear her. But I am the last person to deny a woman what they want, and something tells me, despite the fear thrumming deep inside of her, this sight allures her.

I look back at the couple. He has now tied her wrists together. There is a crack of the whip, and Mila jumps at the same time the female cries out her pleasure. I don’t linger on the couple, when I look back at Mila, the panic and fear seem to have taken over whatever trance she was in. It’s instinct when I pull Mila close to me, keeping her back pressed to my front. When she looks up at me with her dazzling blue eyes, she looks ready to question me, but instead, I take her chin in my hands and force her to face the couple. The man snaps the whip again, and his sub becomes breathless as she wordlessly begs.

With my lips against her ear so she can hear me over the thrumming, erotic music, I murmur, “That is Alexei and Iris. They enjoy having people watch them play and often entertain the crowd. Looks like Iris was being a little brat today.”

With each word I whisper, Mila’s body reacts. First with those tiny goosebumps that beg me to touch her, then hitched breath, and a full body tremble. She tries to turn to face me again, but I don’t allow her to. I keep her gaze on the scene, while my other hand grips her hip to keep me from doing something stupid in the dark corners of my club.

She isn’t ready for that. No matter how badly my cock throbs as I watch her pink, saliva glistened lips part in shock and awe.

Images of Mila on her knees, looking up at me with her mouth glistening and open the way it is now, waiting to accept my cock, float through my mind. Goddamn. Those images are enough to make my knees weak for her.

Alexei finally gives Iris what she wants, slipping his fingers down the seam of her ass and then dipping them into her pussy. She moans in bliss, but it does nothing for me. Not when Mila spins in my grasp and pushes her face into my shirt. Her body trembles against me, and I know that she has had enough, but it isn’t fear that she exudes. It is an overwhelming level of lust and arousal that makes my own body light up with electric need.

“Follow me,” I offer her my arm and when her soft hand slides against the silky fabric, surprise and more confusion cross her features.

She snaps out of whatever delicious trance she was in. Her expression returns to the stone-cold indifference, and those walls that keep her guarded fall back in place. Yet she doesn’t remove her hand, allowing me to lead her to the opposite hallway. The breathless moans of pleasure being left behind.

Chapter 13

Mila

I should be feeling proud of myself right now. Standing in a club, being around dozens of men with lust-filled eyes, without an ounce of panic to be felt. Yet, my body is buzzing with a different kind of hum, one that makes me shift restlessly on my feet as I wait for Massimo by the door of a massive employee dressing area.

The woman speaking to him is tall, with her platform heels on, she is about as tall as Massimo himself. Her body is lush with curves, and the glittering silver dress she wears does nothing to hide the intimate details of her body. She stands confidently, regardless of her state of undress, in front of the man who is starting to get under my skin in ways I never expected.

It’s not that he isn’t handsome, because the word alone doesn’t do justice to describe the Adonis he is with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and strong hands that are currently crossed behind his back, drawing my eyes to his defined bottom. It’s that the last time I looked at a man and felt even a sliver of attraction was that fateful night six years ago.