His Wife: A Dark Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 2)
His Wife: Chapter 17

You get those moments where everything that lights up your senses seems surreal, like a dream where you know you’re dreaming, but you don’t care. You allow it to be real. You let yourself get swept away by the fantasy, losing yourself in it even though you know reality could snatch you from it at any moment.

This is one of those moments.

I’m vaguely aware of Alexius’ hand on my back as my gaze drifts from one corner of the room to the other. The music is sensual and erotic, a coiling cadence that reflects the image in front of me—a cage suspended in the air, the girl locked inside, gagged, tied, naked, and on her spread knees. The champagne bubbling in the glasses of masked guests lounging on luxury sofas feels like it’s flowing through my veins, electricity crackling inside me. The lust. The sex. It’s seeping through my pores, caressing my skin. It’s penetrating my blood.

The guests aren’t just men. There are women staring at the caged girl, their eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Golden hues from the dim light spread a vibrant opulence throughout the room. The combination of elegance and sex is more intoxicating than a single element I see before me.

It’s easy to see that the girl in the cage is aware of the eyes on her, the guests drinking her in. It’s thrilling her to know the sight of her naked body in submission is igniting a palpable lust among the crowd. She’s relishing the sensation of their gazes crawling over her.

In silence, Alexius and I move around the room. I’m speechless, taking it all in, and he’s allowing me to without distraction. My body is buzzing, picking up every ounce of sexual tension from everyone around us, and when he reaches to touch the small of my back, I gasp as sparks ignite in my belly. His touch is electric, a sensation I could easily get lost in.

Alexius nods in the direction of a man standing across the room at the far end, and the cage starts to lower as it slowly turns so everyone can see her from every angle. Her small body is displayed in a way that makes her seem like a tame animal, a dream for those who do not crave the hunt and simply want their loot to fall in their lap.

With his hand still on my back, Alexius applies the smallest amount of pressure, urging me to walk closer to the cage. I’m tense and thrilled simultaneously, my insides knotted with nervous energy.

The woman in the cage is beautiful. Her jet-black hair is tied in a sleek high ponytail, perfectly exposing the flush in her cheeks and the long lashes framing her dark, hooded eyes. Rosy lips are clasped around the red ball-gag, and she radiates with a sexual allure that reaches past the golden bars of the cage. There’s no need for her to stand and sway her hips for me to know her thin waist and full ass make for killer curves. She’s a goddess. A siren, and she has everyone here under her spell—including me.

A thin gold chain is tied around her neck, the delicate strings hanging down her back. I lick my lips as my gaze lowers to her full breasts. Her luscious pink nipples are erect, practically begging to be sucked and lapped until raw. The lights reflect off the gold bars, and it dances across her breasts, teasing down the trail between them. She’s so exposed, her naked body on full display. But it’s in her dark brown eyes that I see the enjoyment, that she’s indulging in sin just like the rest of us.

Abruptly, Alexius pulls me back against him, and I gasp when I feel how hard he is.

“Do you see how wet she is?” Alexius murmurs against my ear, his hands resting on my waist. “Her cunt is glistening.”

I lean my head to the side, staring past her parted knees while Alexius grinds his hips, his erection hard and insistent against my ass.

With her knees spread apart, I take in the lustrous folds of her shaved pussy coated with a sheen of wetness, the delicate pink flesh swollen and inviting.

“She’s turned on,” Alexius says. “She loves having eyes on her, knowing there are wet cunts and hard cocks in this room because of her.”

Staring at her wet cunt makes me hyperaware of my own, bare with no panties and throbbing with an ache to be filled. And the longer I look, the more turned on I become. This woman’s arousal is intoxicating, tingling along every nerve ending down my spine.

“Is your pussy wet, stray? Like hers?” He snakes his palms up to cup my breasts, and I whimper with bated breath. “Is your body primed to get fucked? Or would you prefer to watch her cunt get filled first?”

I moan in response. I can’t help it. The thought of watching this woman get fucked, her pussy filled up, it’s a mind-trip that has my body bursting at the seams, desire soaking my thighs while it blooms in my core.

I close my eyes when Alexius’ lips touch the nape of my neck, chills traveling down my spine at the feel of his tongue lapping against my skin. “This is just a taste of what this place has to offer, the tip of what I want you to experience here tonight.” Through the fabric of my dress, he pinches my nipples, and I let out a breath. “The question is, are you ready for it?”

The way my body hums, the way my skin is electrified and sex soaked, there is no denying it. I want more. I want to delve deeper into this world that seems so far away from ours—a world where nothing but depraved desires and sordid seduction matter.

“I am.” The words roll from my tongue with the same amount of heat that has my blood simmering.

“Good girl.” I can feel him smiling as he kisses my neck once more. “Come on.”

He takes my hand. It’s warm and comforting, a reminder that he’s here with me. We’re unraveling together.

My pulse is all over the place, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest, a mess of things I’ve never felt before. It’s exhilarating, but a sense of unease lingers. Alexius is used to sex clubs and erotic acts that could make some cringe with disgust while others drowned in fantasies just like this. But to me, this is all new, unchartered territory, and I’d be lying if I say I’m not intrigued.

We’re halfway up the stairs, and I’m not sure if it’s my sweaty palm or rapid breathing, but Alexius seems to sense my unease as he presses my back against the stone wall, crystal blue eyes piercing my soul, a dark abyss that swallows me whole. It’s like the world stops spinning whenever he looks at me this way—like I’m the one thing that keeps his heart from dying, and he hates me for it. He despises the control his affection toward me has over him.

“Don’t be afraid of it.”

“Of what?” My voice is nothing but a soft thrum of insecurity.

“This.” A rough hand slips inside the slit of my skirt, cupping my bare pussy in his palm, and I bite down on a moan. “Don’t be afraid of what turns you on. Of what your body is telling you it wants.” A single finger slides through my wet slit, spreading my arousal as he teases my clit with a single torturous touch. “I brought you here because this is my fucking playground, and you and I,” he slides a finger effortlessly into me, extracting a moan from my lips, “we’re the same, Leandra. We’re both predators. You just love to act like prey. But that’s all it is. An act.” His finger slips out, leaving my pussy aching for more.

He leans his head to the side, studying me. “Don’t you see? That’s why we enjoy tearing each other apart, why we fuck like savages, making it hurt while our bodies burn with ecstasy.” Sex drips from his lips, seduction clinging to his every word. “Nothing that happens here tonight can be wrong when it’s something we both replace pleasure in. Nothing. Don’t be afraid of what you want. Take it,” he bites out. “This is my kingdom, Leandra, and I brought you here because I know this is where you belong. The fearless queen who walks beside her savage king.” As he leans closer, his cheek touching mine, his intoxicating scent smothers the air I breathe. “The world is unraveling, stray. We might as well unravel with it.”

It’s the way his finger dances across the sensitive bud that almost makes me come, and I realize just how fucking turned on I am. But before pleasure explodes, his hand is gone, and I’m watching him trace that same finger along his bottom lip, a feral look in his gaze—wild and untamed—like a beast about to rip into the bloody flesh of his prey. The spiral staircase is dimly lit, and a window behind Alexius allows a sliver of soft moonlight to trickle in, painting his silhouette with a diamond glow. The contrast of striking light and dark shadows plays across his face. He’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, a force no one can withstand. I’m lost in how my body responds to him and his touch as if I’ve always been his.

He steps back, but the air is laden with tension that could snap us both in half. “I’ll say it again so it can sink into your pretty little head. Nothing that happens here tonight can be wrong when it’s something we both replace pleasure in. Just remember my rules—”

“You want me to act without inhibitions, yet you give me rules,” I challenge.

“Those rules aren’t to spoil your fun. It’s to protect lives, stray. If another man touches you, I will—I repeat, I will give you his heart on a silver motherfucking platter.” He traces a finger down the side of my face. “So, if you value the life of others, you’ll abide by these rules. Understood?”

There it is again, the thrill, the power that singes my flesh, knowing I control the amount of blood my husband will spill for me. His wife. His queen.

Maybe he’s right. Perhaps I’ve been a predator all along.

ALEXIUS

Since the day I arranged our trip to Italy, I couldn’t stop thinking of what it would be like to bring Leandra here to Mito. To have this experience with her and embrace the sinful art of not giving a fuck. To indulge. I knew I’d never be able to take her to Myth. Not just because of the murders, but because there’s too much history between those walls. My history. I don’t want my wife around the place where I fucked and fornicated my way through life for years. And I’d imagine she wouldn’t want to be around the women I’ve shared with my brothers. So, bringing her to Mito was the answer to my desire to share this with her. We’re the same. We want to push boundaries, tread on the edge, and have the freedom to dance in the dark…with each other.

It was a risk, I knew that, and that’s why I didn’t make the final decision until the night I had her on her knees licking champagne off my cock. That’s when I decided that this night had to happen.

I’ve watched her, studied her every expression since we walked in here, and not once did I see anything but curiosity, thrill, and excitement. I saw the desire in her eyes as she watched the girl in the cage, the way her cheeks flushed and lips parted with subtle breaths, I knew she was turned the fuck on. Her body proved it when I slid a finger through her cunt five seconds ago, her body writhing against the tower wall, her legs unstable on the stone stairs.

When I felt how wet she was, how the simplest touch against her clit almost made her come, I knew I made the right decision to bring her here. I know my wife. I know what she needs, what her body needs, what she craves—even if she doesn’t know it yet herself.

But she’s about to replace out.

Heat emanates from her as I lead her up the stairs to the third floor, through the first door. My cock is throbbing for release, my blood searing with excitement and anticipation. But my own needs will just have to wait. Tonight is about her, about what she wants, and giving her what she craves.

The room is dimly lit, darker than the rest of Mito, the lights barely touching the white carpet with their golden hues. The scent of lavender is stronger here, more potent as the air in the room has no windows to escape through.

I watch Leandra as her gaze sweeps across the room, taking in every corner, every detail. Her hand tightens in mine, and I would have mistaken it for unease if it wasn’t for the hunger that beamed from her hooded eyes as she takes in the scene in front of us. Two naked bodies, a man and woman, kissing, their arms around each other in a warm embrace as lechery clings to their glistening skin.

“What is this?” Leandra asks but doesn’t take her eyes off the couple.

“Exhibitionism and voyeurism often go hand-in-hand.” I pull her close, moving her to stand in front of me, my chest flush against her back. “I figured since we like being watched so much, it’s time to turn the tables and be on the other side of our little…sinful delight.” I grin as her body stiffens. The delicate vein in her neck pulsing rapidly tells me the idea of watching intrigues her, and I’m willing to bet if I slip a finger between her legs right now, she’d be drenched.

“Do they…do they work here?” Her voice is nothing but a whisper.

“No.” I allow my hand to slide gently down her naked arms. “They’re like us, stray. They’re a married couple who enjoy being watched. Do you see it?” I trace a finger back up her right arm as my left hand rests on her waist. “Their gazes are locked on one another. It’s as if we’re not even here, and it’s just them, lost within their own desires. They want us to watch them fuck.”

The erotic sound of my wife’s gasp sends a thrill down my spine straight to the tip of my dick. Her arousal is intoxicating, the way her body emanates the lust that fills her veins. Leandra is beautiful on every given day, but when desire consumes her, she’s a fucking vision.

“Alexius, I—”

“Shhh, stray,” I murmur against the skin of her neck. “Watch.”

The man guides the woman onto the padded bench in the middle of the room. She lies down on her back, blonde hair fanning around her partly covered face. The white mask she wears is adorned with tiny silver studs, her dark brown eyes burning with life. As the man’s gaze rakes over her naked body, it’s like he’s laying eyes on her for the first time. There’s affection. There’s love. There’s trust. And I can only assume the name inked on the inside of his bicep, Mia, is the name of his beloved lying on the bench, her body ready for whatever he plans on giving her.

The man wraps his hands around her ankles, easing them up so her knees bend, then gently pushes them to the side to spread her thighs, giving Leandra the perfect view of her glistening pussy. He circles the bench, his slow movement and silent gaze creating the most palpable atmosphere. Mia can barely control her breathing as her chest rises and falls. As he takes his place by her head, glancing down in her eyes, he reaches out and cups her breasts, Leandra sucking in a breath right at that moment.

Her reaction is enough to make my dick throb, and I’m no longer sure if I’ll be able to wait for the final event before fucking her.