Romeo The Mafia Casanova

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A tight grin stretched across the man’s lips. “All good, ma’am.” He drew in a thick Russian accent.

Growing up, her father had ensured she learned several languages-French and Spanish. But they never made it to Russia. He’d never stayed home long enough after she hit puberty.

“Otlichno.” Her terrible attempt at saying ‘perfect’ brought a smile to the towering hulk of a man tasked with ensuring the employees’ safety coming and going from work. The savage scars lining his face depicted a harsh past.

He nodded once her way before opening the door. Peaked walls with several dome lights running the length of the entrance revealed an empty corridor before her.

Good. She was the first to arrive.

She slipped into the dim entrance and like every night this Godforsaken summer, Rhia paused for a few seconds as the door snicked closed and let the cool air settle over her like a welcoming blanket of ice against her overly heated skin.

And for that one second, she forgot she willingly walked into the viper pit.

Rhia made her way down the short corridor where two doors stood on opposite sides. One led down another corridor and dead-ended at the main floor. The other opened to a room with a changing partition that offered privacy and a vanity that spilled down the full length of the wall to accommodate the extensive number of hostesses who tended the clientele. Inside these walls appearance was everything.

She ducked inside and made quick work of shedding her wraparound dress to reveal her less-than-modest leather uniform. She unclipped her hair and mused her curls. A quick touchup to her cherry red lipstick-another staple of her uniform-and she was done. Just as she left several hostesses arrived and followed, ready for a long night ahead. Many were just as young or younger than herself.

Another guard, this one hulkier than the last, held the velvet doorway wide and welcomed her with a dry smile the second her spiked heels touched the floor of the main room.

Black leather covered everything and nothing here was imitation.

Well, except for her.

She pushed deeper into the room and made her way to the far corner where she collected her tray and began her night.

A snap of a whip against flesh rents the air causing her skin to tingle and an uncontrollable shiver to skate the length of her body. Her nipples hardened behind the thick leather of her bodice as the members fell under the heady spell of sex intoxicating the large circular room.

Lights burned low and the evening moved into full unabashed sin.

One submissive after another gave over control to their DOMS. There had to be two dozen members participating in an open orgy while fellow hostesses mingled among the crowd with their trays of packaged cock rings and condoms.

She had to hand it to the men who operated the place, they didn’t miss a detail.

Everything from the domed ceiling to the carpeted floor screamed opulence and sex.

Cursing herself for getting caught up in the allure of the night, Rhia ducked her head from fear of being detected. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the growing sensation in the knots of her stomach of being found out.

The heavy weight of her curls slipped over her shoulder, and she used that moment to let the shadows of the dimmed room mask her. From there she watched as she had since day one, trying to determine how this place tied back to her family. More importantly, how men like Volkov and those in his criminal circle tied back to her and her father’s murder.

So far nothing, but she watched and waited. Desperate for an explanation or clue as to why her life lay crumbled around her feet, destroyed yet again.

Deep, soul-stirring, rhythmic music pulsated through an undulating crowd; pushing and pulling against invisible cords that forced the high-rolling and equally corrupt occupants to sway and grind.

The scent of leather and sex, rich and heady, poured through the room like molasses catching everyone in its sweet allure.

One unabashed woman lay across a leather bench, her hands cuffed to a metal bar. Three men feasted on her delicate mouth before strong hands flipped her around to her knees.

Rhia looked on as one of her lovers sank balls deep into the woman’s dripping channel, teased a few moans, and pulled out leaving her ready for the next. Another already taking advantage of her gasping opened her mouth. And back and forth they went.

Rhia shivered. The orgy wasn’t something new, but she could feel the weight of their attention following her as she made her rounds among the members.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, robbing the air from her lungs.

Husky moans twinned through the warm bodies to settle over the large room. The provocative sounds pulled her attention and for a few seconds she gave in despite the dangers, letting her gaze touch a woman with a man’s face buried between her legs. While another took one man in her mouth while a woman used a dildo to wring out a screaming orgasm from her.

She should be embarrassed looking on as men and women fucked in front of her, but the allure of letting go so profoundly glided along her senses. Every cry, every moan, or sound of leather slapping against skin made her swell with heated desire. She couldn’t pull her gaze away.

These kinds of fantasies belonged to people like the ones in front of her. No way could she hand over control-or trust- so freely.

Fear and determination forced her to knock her thoughts away.

She raised her chin and caught a slight movement beyond the glass wall that separated her from the men she stalked.

Rhia’s heart rattled violently in her chest. Finally able to pull her attention away from the scenes, she turned her face upward, and there they stood. Their piercing eyes leveled downward. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from the sight of their all-consuming presence.

The four mafia kings.

Dark. Ruthless. Powerful.

And her enemies.

Had they ever taken women here in the open? Exposed their darkest desires for others to see? She doubted it.

Men like them kept their lives private, but she was about to crack their world wide open for the world to see and every last king would pay handsomely for ruining hers.

She only had to figure out how.