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Chapter 58

TAKE ME

ELENA

I look down at the skimpy, black drona P’m womb and wonder for the millionth time what in the everliving f**k I’m doing. In all my nineteen years of living I’ve never done anything this bold or out of charactor or completely and terly Insano.

Maybe that’s the problem, though.

Maybe that’s why my life has become as h**r a housebound eighty-your-old’s, and that’s most definitely why I’m still walking around with my hymen fully intact my p***y mome untouchable than the dann Mona Lisa.

With that image firmly in place and freely mixing with other horrific glimpses of my knees becoming permanently locked together, I take a deep, shaky breath and force my a** out of my car. I look up at the large building that’s shrouded in darkness and try to get my heart rate under control. There’s nothing showy abord the place. It’s just a big, plain building with two very large bouncers at the front. But other an that, you’d pass it by without so much as a glance.

The only reason I knew about it is because I overheard one of my mom’s friends talking about the wild time she had here. They’d been whispering over their coffees, then graving heads huddled together and giggling like a couple of d**n schoolgirls. I could hour Mary whispering from where I was hiding in the hallway. Her divorce had just been finalized, and she’d wanted a change. Well, she got one all right. From what I heard, she got f**ed good and hard while a crowd of people watched her. She’d said it was the most liberating thing that’s over happened to her.

I’d been instantly intrigued.

I’m not sure I want a roomful of people watching me lose my virginity, but I do want to get f**ed, and this sex club is just the place to make that happen. With as much bravade as i can muster, I walk up to the bouncers, letting my hard nipples lead the way, I didn’t bother with a bra, so when two sets of eyes land on me, they immediately fall to my bouncing **ts,

One of them gives me a lecherous smile and not so subtlety adjusts his stiftening ***k. “Looking for a fun time tonight, beautiful?” he asks, and I do my best to not cringe. It’s not that he’s unattractive, it’s more that I’m just not feeling it, and tonight, I need a super strong

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alpha who’s going to knock me on my a*** These two just aren’t it.

“Maybe,” I say, giving them both a flirty smile.

guess it depends on what I find inside,”

“We need your ID, sugar,” the other man says, giving me a wink as I pass it over. He studies it for several seconds before handing it back. “When you go inside, the woman at the front. desk will get you all set up and show you where to go.”

Before I can walk off, he adds, “If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you can always come back out here and we can show you a good time.”

I smile politely, but there’s no way in hell I’ve come this far to get f***ked by two security dudes in the parking lot. Once I push open the doors, I’m greeted by a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a red dress that’s even skimpier than mine, and that’s saying something.

“Good evening.” she says, flashing a row of perfect 1.

1 smile back, feeling a little more ugly with each passing second of standing next to this goddess answering all her questions, and paying the cover charge. When she finally points. me to the set of doors on the right, I’m tempted to just run away and get back in my car and forget 1 ever tried this b***it idea, but I force my high-heeled feet through them, not

having the faintest clue what to expect on the other side.

Thumping dance music hits me as I look around the darkened room. I’m surprised by how much of a regular nightclub it looks like. Well, aside from all the stripper poles and half- naked women dancing on them. Strike that. Fully naked women dancing on them. I suddenly feel a bit overdressed, which is not something I ever expected to feel in a dress that looks lot more like a nightie than anything that should be worn out in public.

I’m not seeing anyone having sex, but there are a lot of hidden corners and closed doors, and I can’t help but be curious about what is going on in the dark. I’m still looking around, wide- eyed and an obvious newbie, when I feel a large hand on my lower back and the deepest, s***t voice I’ve ever heard in my life.

“You look lost, little one.”

1 let out a soft gasp at the sound of his voice. My god, he even has a slight accent, and when I turn my head and look up at him. I swear the room gets a whole lot hotter. He has dangerous alpha written all over him, and I can feel my panties soaking in real-time. His blue eyes study me while I take in the sight of him from his chiseled jaw to his short, dark hair that’s lightly speckled with grey, and the broad shoulders that his suit accentuates. The spicy smell of his expensive cologne isn’t helping me to focus.

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“Yes, definitely lost,” he says, not even waiting for me to respond. “Come with me, pet.”

He keeps his hand on my lower back, flattened and practically extending across the whole length of me as he presses harder, leading me further into the club. One finger rests right on the curve of my a* and I can’t think about anything else. I feel that touch vibrate right to my achy, swollen c**t, and I’m so f***g wet I can feel it on my inner thighs.

Guiding me to a leather chair, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap so I’m sitting sideways across his thighs. I let out a startled yelp, noticing the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly as he ran his eyes over me. I squirm a bit, realizing that I’m sitting on a stranger’s lap, and when I feel his very large, very hard c**k press against my a**, I give him a startled, wide-eyed expression that makes him laugh.

He tightens his arm around my waist and rests his other hand on my thigh in a possessive. grip that’s sending little sparks of pleasure straight to my p**y. His thumb caresses my skin as his blue eyes study me.

“I’ve never seen you in my club before. What’s your name?”

“Oh, this is your club?” I look around, blushing when my eyes land on a couple in the corner. The woman is straddling the man, and judging by the way her hips are rocking, I’m pretty sure they’re f**. “Um…” my voice trails off until a deep laugh brings my eyes back to his.

“Your name?” he asks again, and I can see the amusement in his eyes.

He’s finding it hilarious that I’m so out of my element.

“Elena,” I tell him. “What’s yours?”

“Nikolai.”

“You’re Russian?” I ask, tying together the name and the s**y-as-f**k accent.

“Yes.

“And you own this club?”.

“Yes.’