Black

“Lots of babies,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling.

“As many as you want. But first, I need you to marry me.”

“Yes.” I nod, throwing myself in his arms. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Rex hauls me against him. Pushing to his feet, he spins us around and kisses the ever-loving daylights out of me. When we finally come up for air, he pulls a black velvet box from his pocket.

Slowly, he opens it to reveal an emerald-cut diamond, mounted on a diamond encrusted platinum band.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”

Rex slides the ring on my finger. “Actually, you have.”

I pull my eyes from the ring that sits heavy on my left hand. “What do you mean?”

“That diamond was your mother’s.”

“What?” My lips part in shock. “How did you—”

“Giovanni had it. He gave it to me that night he came to the house, said you might want it.”

I shake my head. “I didn’t remember what it looked like.”

“I had the diamonds remounted. Her band wasn’t in the best shape, and since I plan on you wearing this for several decades, I figured I’d get it updated.”

Emotion strains my throat as I stare at the ring. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms. “The look on your face is all I need.”

I squeeze him as tightly as I can. “I love you, Rex Ambrosi, more than I’ve ever loved another human being, and I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“Shae Ambrosi,” he whispers against my lips. “Has a nice ring to it.”

“I can’t wait.”

“What’ll it be tonight, Dante?” Rose asks, leaning against the bar. Her tits wink at me beneath her tight shirt, and all I’d have to do is reach up, pull one out, and suck. She wouldn’t stop me because that’s what this place is about.

Addiction is more than a sex club. It’s about taking what you want, indulging in your wildest fantasies—and for me, masking the pain. I’ve spent the last several months numbing myself one warm, tight pussy at a time.

“Scotch. Neat.”

Rose steps away, and I swivel around on my barstool, locking eyes with a leggy brunette—tight skirt, tighter blouse, and a mischievous gleam in her eye. She isn’t working; she’s here for pleasure, and she’s heading straight for me.

Relaxing in my chair, I drop my knees apart.

“Lacey,” she says, stopping in front of me with a sugary sweet smile.

“I’m not looking for pleasantries, Lacey. Not tonight. I’m not giving you my name, and I don’t give a fuck what yours is.”

My words are harsh, but it’s the truth. I always start with the truth because the last thing I need is a woman getting the wrong idea. Lucky for me, this one doesn’t seem deterred.

“Fair enough. If you’re not looking for pleasantries, what are you looking for?”

“Here’s your drink.” Rose slides my scotch across the bar, and I reach over my shoulder to grab it.

I swirl the amber liquid several times before bringing it to my lips and downing it in one shot. Lacey lifts an eyebrow. Setting the glass down, I pop the button of my jeans and the head of my cock peeks out. Lacey licks her lips, and I know we’re on the same page.

“On your knees.”