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The human women sat down on the two red leather couches positioned in the middle of the stage, one on each. Crimson spotlights bathed them, making them look as though blood covered their skin. In perfect synchronisation, the broad bare male vampires crouched before their woman, lifted the opposite leg to each other and started to kiss along it from ankle to knee.

It wasn’t turning her on.

Lilah told herself it a thousand times over but the sight of the vampire couple fornicating at the front of the stage and the forced seduction happening behind them had her heart pounding and her nipples hardening against the tight top of her uniform dress.

“I need to question you about Victor.” Javier’s deep accented voice coming from behind her caused her to drop her broom and turn.

She panted hard, startled and trying to get her arousal under control so he wouldn’t sense it.

His dark brown gaze slid to the stage and then back to her.

Lilah quickly bent to pick up her broom. When she straightened, Javier’s eyes were on her dress, his pupils wide in the low light coming up from below. The moans on stage grew louder and she tried to ignore them and push the images of the couples out of her mind.

“Why did you hit Victor?” Javier said, more composed than she was. Didn’t the show affect him at all? He had crossed the theatre without pausing to watch and his eyes were fixed on her now. She had heard that he and his partners had been running the theatre for almost a century. He had probably grown immune to whatever was playing out on the stage.

“Because he was hurting Nia.” It came out blunter than she had intended and she added, “Sir.”

Javier’s eyebrow rose. “Victor said you had no grounds to strike him.”

“Then he’s a liar and a bastard.”

“He’s an elite.” The darkness in his tone was reprimand enough to Lilah. She bowed her head.

“My apologies.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at Javier so she glanced to one side when she brought her head back up. It was a mistake. The act on stage was getting hotter, with the two humans now kneeling on the couches and swallowing the rigid cocks of their partners as they stood before them. She ripped her gaze away and closed her eyes, figuring it was safer. That way she didn’t risk seeing the anger in Javier’s eyes or the debauchery on stage, and she could keep a clear head. “He was forcing himself on Nia and she told him to stop. When he didn’t, I hit him. I thought he might stop and block me.”

“He said Nia was cut. He was under the influence of his hunger. That is why he didn’t stop.”

That made sense. “Nia cut her hand on some glass. A mirror in the main dressing room had broken. We had to clean it up and she cut herself.”

He muttered a ripe curse in Spanish and stepped towards her. “Were you cut?”

Lilah opened her eyes, looked up into the dark pools of his, and shook her head. “No.”

The relief that swamped his eyes surprised her and sent fear into her blood. What if she had been the one to cut herself? Would Victor have tried to touch her and taste her instead? Would Nia have tried to stop him or would she have let him hurt her?

“You must be more careful around our kind,” Javier said and she nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes off his.

The moans from the stage grew louder and she blushed when Javier looked towards the performance.

“Will I be punished?” She tried to shut out the sounds. Javier’s gaze returned to her and he shook his head.

“Victor overstepped the line.” He frowned and turned quiet for so long that she couldn’t ignore the noises coming from the stage. She glanced across at them. Javier’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you like to watch them?”

Her eyes shot wide and she instantly shook her head. He stepped closer, slid his hand over her jaw in a way that had her shivering and her breath quaking, and carefully turned her face towards the stage. His thumb and fingers remained against her face, holding her gently, warming her down to her bones and causing a flood of arousal to sweep through her.

He traced his hand down her throat and stepped up behind her. What was he doing? She trembled under his touch, anticipating pain from it but feeling nothing but pleasure.

“Does it arouse you when you watch them fucking?” he breathed into her ear and she shivered, her eyelids dropping, a ripple of shock running over her skin at hearing him say such a thing.

“I don’t watch them,” she whispered, her voice barely there.

“You were watching them when I arrived.” He ran his thumb up her throat and claimed her jaw again. How long had he been watching her before he had said something and torn her attention away from the show? Had he enjoyed watching her while she watched the performance, unaware of his presence and his eyes on her? The thought that he might have sent heat into her blood that pooled in her abdomen, tightening it with arousal.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the show now but she wasn’t taking any of it in. All of her focus was on Javier where he stood behind her, so close that his hip was against her bottom. Why was he doing this? Why wasn’t it hurting her? Was there no pleasure in his touch, no sense of desire inside him as he ran his hands over her throat and pressed his body close to hers?

Lilah sharply turned her head towards him. He was so close to her that his breath skated over her lips, her chin touching his cheek. The darkness of desire in his eyes was unmistakable. There was hunger in his touch, in the way he forced her to face the stage again, clutching her jaw and lowering his mouth to her throat.

He drew in a long shaky breath and pressed his brow against the side of her head. “You smell so good... such a temptation.”

He wanted her. Her knees weakened beneath her, legs going slack at the feel of him pressed against her back, his hands firm on her body.

Lilah’s breathing quickened and she stared at the three couples on stage, her heart racing and blood thundering. Javier reached around her and slid his hand over hers where it gripped the pole of the broom. He took it from her and let it fall to the ground as he pressed soft kisses to her bare shoulder and the nape of her neck. They tickled, sending shiver after shiver through her, dizzying her.

This was so wrong.

But that only made it feel more right.

She had wanted him for so long, had craved the feel of his hands on her body, ached to know what it would feel like to be with him. She had never thought it possible though, had thought her bond to Lord Ashville would prevent it and pain her if she accepted the touch of the man she desired with all of her heart.

Javier licked the nape of her neck near her hairline, teasing her, and she couldn’t stop herself from arching her backside into him. He groaned and cursed softly in her ear, kissing it and nibbling it with blunt teeth.

“Watch them,” he whispered into her ear and licked the lobe, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. “Keep watching them while I touch you.”

She nodded and bit back a groan when he slid his hands down over her stomach and then around to her backside, palming it through her short dress. He suckled the lobe of her ear and then kissed her throat and ran his hands up her sides, pressing them in hard as he passed over her ribs. He cupped her breasts and stepped into her. The feel of his erection against her bottom sent a new hot flood of arousal pooling between her thighs. Was this really happening? She felt as though she was imagining it, as though it was a fevered fantasy brought on by watching the show and seeing him crossing the theatre towards her. It didn’t feel real.

“You cannot deny me this,” he uttered into her ear and she trembled at the command in his tone, the hunger that roughened it. “I will have you.”

Lilah didn’t want to deny him, but the thought that he wouldn’t let her only served to arouse her further, making her heart skip a beat as his strong hands kneaded her breasts through the confines of her short black dress.

She would never deny him.

No matter the consequences.

He was worth the risk.

And she would have him.

L
ilah almost covered her mouth to contain her moan as Javier squeezed her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the black material of her dress. She leaned back into him, trying to keep her eyes on the show, struggling to focus on it as he had told her to when he was setting her aflame with his touch. He groaned against her throat and licked the nape of her neck again, tickling and teasing her.

Her eyelids dropped when he skimmed his hands downwards, pressing them in hard when he reached her stomach and flattening his palms against her. He continued this time, his mouth dropping to the back of her shoulder as his hands reached the end of the skirt of her dress. He moaned again, apparently uncaring that there was an audience below them, watching the same show that she was. It was exciting to do this with him in the privacy of the box, courting the risk of someone seeing them, watching them as everyone else watched the performance.

He muttered something about the feel of her thighs and the sight of her in the dress and swept his hands along the length of her bare arms. She frowned when he lifted her hands and placed them on the curved edge of the box and held them there. He pressed his body against the full length of hers, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Still watching?” he whispered and she nodded, her eyes fixed on the three couples below. They were writhing together now, swapping partners, an erotic vision of lust as they licked, palmed, suckled and touched each other on the decadent gold and red set. Her breathing quickened again, chest heaving against the tight dress, her body alive with hunger and need, with the ache to feel Javier’s hands on her flesh, re-enacting what was happening below them on the stage.

Javier skimmed his strong hands down to her hips and raised her short skirt, his fingers curling the material into his fists. He tugged it up to her waist and slipped his hands downwards again, caressing her thighs. She gasped as he cupped her mound, holding it and drawing her backwards. He ground himself against her backside, the material of his trousers like silk against her bottom. He was so hard and she was so wet for him, throbbing with the need to feel him inside her, filling her just as the men on stage were filling the women with their long rigid cocks.

His hand shifted against her, rubbing her through her panties, worsening her ache for him. His other hand caressed upwards, trailing over her thigh and skimming along the waist of her underwear. He kissed her shoulder and whispered dark things against her skin, things that only made her want him even more.

“Do you want me inside you like that?” he breathed into her ear and she stared at the men on stage, watching as they took the women from behind, some of them bent over the red leather couches. She swallowed but could only manage a short moan as her response. “I want to be inside you. I’ve wanted it forever.”

God. She wanted it too.

She quivered under his erotic touch, writhing against his hand, seeking some relief from the pressure building inside her. She imagined what it would feel like when he finally claimed her body, plunging his cock in hard, his strong arms caging her against his body. It would be more arousing than anything she was seeing on the stage. She only hoped that this private performance didn’t end as the one below was due to—with bloodshed and death.

“Keep watching,” Javier whispered and then kissed her ear and slipped his hand into the front of her panties.

Lilah gasped and moaned, her breath hitching in her throat at the first touch of his fingers. He slid his hand into her plush wet petals, teasing her clit, and she leaned backwards into him, melting in his arms. He held her and ground against her backside again, thrusting harder this time.

“So wet,” he groaned and bit her neck with blunt teeth, staying there a moment as though he couldn’t bear to move. He swirled his finger around her, then growled and suddenly pulled his hand out.

Lilah jumped and clutched the edge of the box as he yanked her panties down to her ankles. He was rough as he pulled them off, tugging each of her feet up so swiftly that she almost fell. Her heart thundered, blood rushing through her head, colliding with her need for him and making her dizzy. He pushed the skirt of her dress up and groaned again as he kneaded her backside.

He came to stand behind her and she shivered when she heard him unzip his trousers. This was really happening. She swallowed to wet her dry mouth and shift the lump from her throat. Her hands trembled, thighs quivering when he touched them, his hands firm against her flesh. He lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the curved wall of the box, exposing her to the draught of the theatre.

The moans from the stage grew more heated but she still held her own inside, fighting the urge to join them. Javier didn’t hold back. He groaned as he caressed her thighs and his moan deepened when he reached her pussy. His touch was too much for her, bringing her too close to the edge. As if sensing that, he moved his hands away from her crotch and around to her bottom again.

When he touched her this time, it was with the head of his cock. He ran it down the crack of her backside, his breath cool and fast against her back and the nape of her neck, coming out in short pants. She tried to keep her eyes open but anticipation made it impossible. They slipped shut with the first caress of his hard length over her pussy and she bit her lip and tilted her head back as he ran the blunt head along her wet cleft, teasing and torturing her with it. It brushed the opening of her slick channel and then moved away, running up her backside again, sweeping over her anus.

She couldn’t contain the moan then. It slipped free, low and hungry, and Javier groaned in response. He nudged against her bottom, enough to tease her into wondering what it might be like to experience such a thing, and then lowered himself again.

“You’re not watching the show,” he said and she forced her eyes open, fixing them on the act.

Her teeth pressed into her lower lip. One of the males had taken centre stage, his female bent over before him. She clutched her knees, her backside high in the air, her blonde hair a curtain over her face. Lilah swallowed as the man took hold of his rigid length and nudged the head of it into the woman. The blunt crown of Javier’s cock entering her almost had her closing her eyes again but she kept them open, felt him easing into her inch by delicious inch as the man entered the woman below. Her moan joined the woman’s as Javier thrust the last few inches of his thick cock hard into her core, burying himself deep, stretching her body to accommodate him.