8
Aiden
In my lifetime I’ve had no end of beautiful women.
I’ve had so many they all seem to blur into one. I almost thought I’d seen them all and could no longer be swayed by a pretty face until my eyes landed on the angel by the bar with her decadent body and face to match.
Her platinum hair is the kind I’d lace my fingers through as she sucked my cock with those pillowy red lips, and I’d enjoy every moment of watching those exotic indigo eyes stare back at me as I cum in her mouth.
Fucking hell, everything about her screams temptation and sin, and if I were my normal self I wouldn’t be sitting here in this meeting just looking at her. I would have already had her up against the wall with my cock buried deep inside her and my name falling from her lips as she cried out from the pleasure I’d give her.
Women throwing themselves at me at my own club, or wherever they see me, is nothing new to me. Neither is finding one staring so openly at me I can almost read her mind.
There’s only a few things a woman like that could be thinking about in a sex club, and I’m actually amazed she’s made me think of sex too.
For six weeks I’ve been so focused on my pursuit to find my son I’ve pushed aside everything including all desires of the flesh I indulged in on a nightly basis.
Fucking to forget the past almost became my motto. In fact, I’m fairly sure I could say it was. Then things changed when I learned Aleksei survived the fire and it snapped me into action.
It made me focus and I’ve been working tirelessly ever since.
This woman however, with her lithe body, perfect tits, and shapely hips has made me miss the feel of a woman beneath me as I own her body and make her mine.
She’s made me miss the pleasure of dominating a body like hers after a hard fuck.
While she’s looking at me, there’s a fucking innocence about her that makes me sure she’d be shocked by what I am thinking.
There’s no way she could know who I am, or what I am.
If she did, I doubt if she’d look at me that way.
Despite the tug of seduction hardening my cock and desire curling low in my belly I look away, probably sparing her the grief of meeting me.
I’ve already missed what Damien is saying about his proposal and I don’t have a clue where our conversation is going after my zone out to indulge on the platinum haired beauty.
I was in the middle of setting my own terms, now I can’t remember what the fuck I was saying.
He wants to purchase some of my diamonds from Sierra Leone and we’re trying to agree to a price.
It’s meetings like these I hold here at the club. It’s perfect for clients like Damien De Lucca who I need to unravel first before I put pen to paper and sign anything.
The crazy sex happening all around loosens people up or throws them out of sync. Either is good for me because it allows me to see beneath the surface.
I’d be a liar though if I said holding meetings was the reason I invested in one of the biggest sex clubs in the country. It was the Giordanos in Chicago who originally created the Dark Odyssey. When they joined the Syndicate a few years back, I was the only sex crazed member who was similar enough to them and jumped at the chance of owning a piece of their franchise that made them a nightly fortune. This place is always packed. Every room, every night and I make my own fortune off people’s dark sexual fantasies.
This club is my addition to the Romanov empire in whatever ways it benefits me, and right now I think Damien has my seal of approval.
“I’m sure I’ll have no problem meeting your terms Pakhan,” Damien says, and I give him a brief smile.
I love when they agree without arguing. Then again most know how difficult it will be to get diamonds like mine elsewhere. I have the real deal and when I strike up a deal like this everybody benefits.
“Perfect.” I glance at Maksim who gives me the nod of clearance meaning we don’t need to do further checks on Damien. He’s clean so we can go ahead and sign contracts. “I’ll fax over the contracts in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Damien replies. “I think we’re looking at the start of a very promising business deal.”
“As do I, feel free to enjoy the rest of the night in the club. You and your men are also welcome to pick any of my waitresses of your liking.” I motion over to the private bar across from us where there are three of my waitresses and a bartender.
They’re far away enough that they can’t hear our conversation.