Page 76 of Savage Desires

"Hey, girl," Mauve says with a wide smile. "Meet Sissy and Chante."

I smile at the three women. Mauve is tall and willowy with dark hair and dark eyes. She's beautiful and alluring. Sissy is short like me but curvier. She's a total knockout with curly blonde hair. She looks almost doll-like, but the hardness of her gray eyes tells a different story. Chante is a gorgeous black woman. She's tall with a perfect hourglass figure. Her dark hair is immaculately braided and styled in a complex updo. She's got a wicked smile that tells me she's more than a little feisty.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Willow."

In no time, they've pulled me away from Kisten and are giving me the scoop on everyone in the room. It makes the men feel less intimidating when you know who likes being pegged by his secretary and who is impotent. Not to mention the one with a massive gambling debt owed to Mauve and my favorite: the guy who is merely the face of his organization because his mommy runs everything.

We're laughing at Chante's latest dating fail—apparently, she has the worst luck with men. "He had so much promise! He was intelligent and didn't cower at being with a strong woman. He was hot as hell… tall, muscular, and awesome tattoos. Things were going great…"

"So what went wrong?" I ask.

"We were getting ready to fuck. He'd just eaten my pussy like a champ. He gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. A real winner, right?" We're all nodding. "Wrong. The dude pulls out a pencil dick that'd been sharpened down to nothing. Poor little guy lacks both girth and length. Normally, I would've said thanks, but no thanks, but I was blissed out on orgasms and feeling generous, so I let him fuck me. If his size wasn't bad enough, he got off after two pumps."

Mauve is laughing so hard she has tears. "Tell me you're joking. It's too much."

Chante shakes her head. "Dead serious. I didn't even know he'd gotten his dick wet, and he was already rolling over panting like he ran a marathon."

I can't stop the laughter from bubbling out. I feel eyes on me and look around to find Kisten looking at me heatedly from a few feet away. He's talking to a man I recognize from last time: Seamus Bryne, the head of the Irish mafia. Another man is standing with his back to me. He notices Kisten's distraction and turns towards me. My eyes widen, and I lose the ability to breathe.

I don't know his name, but I will never forget his face. He spends a lot of time at Mecca. Not only in the VIP rooms doing unspeakable things to the girls—including me—but he's been in the basement with the masked Russian and Madame. I don't know how, but he's connected to the business side of things.

Now I know why Seamus looked familiar. This man looks like a younger version of him but with an evil glint in his eyes. I quickly turn my face, hoping he didn't get a good enough look at me to place me. If he saw me, it could fuck up everything we've planned. I'm trying to keep calm because I can't draw attention to myself.

Sissy is the first to pick up that something's wrong. She asks what's going on, but I shake my head quickly. She narrows her eyes and nods in understanding.

"I'm going to show Willow to the restroom," she says to Mauve and Chante.

They both look at me and immediately pick up that there is something wrong.

"I'll go with. Need to fix my lipstick," Chante says.

Mauve rolls her eyes. "You are playing in the cliché that women can only go to the bathroom in a pack."

Sissy has her arm linked with mine and is chatting about how much she hates lipstick and doesn't know how Chante can wear the crap as a distraction. Just a few women walking to the bathroom chatting about nonsense. Nothing to see here. I can feel Kisten's eyes on me like a physical touch. I hate that I'm walking away from him instead of running to his arms like I want, but I can't do that with that man in there.

We make it to the bathroom just in time for the contents of my stomach to make an appearance. Gentle hands hold my hair while I puke my guts out. Sissy and Chante are speaking in hushed hurried tones while I vomit. The door to the bathroom crashes open, and I hear Kisten demand to know what happened. I heave again at the thought of having to tell him about his friend.

Sissy's soft hands leave me, and she lets out a shriek, then Kisten's the one holding my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back. If I wasn't in the middle of purging all the food I've eaten since I started on solids when I was six months old, I would laugh because I have no doubt Kisten just picked Sissy up and moved her out of his way to get to me.

After what feels like an hour, the heaving stops. I'm a complete mess of tears, snot, and the hideous taste of vomit. Kisten doesn't bat an eye at my grossness. He uses toilet paper to clean me up as best as possible, then lifts me from the floor and carries me to the counter.

Sissy and Chante are still here with worried looks on their faces. I feel bad for worrying my new friends. So much for wanting to be part of the badass women group.

Kisten wets a washcloth and gently wipes my face clean. He finds a toothbrush still in the package and brushes my teeth. I tried to take the toothbrush from him, but he growled and knocked my hand away. It seems caveman Kisten is present, and he's not going to let me lift a finger in any way.

Once my mouth is minty fresh, I feel slightly better. Just having Kisten right here with me helps. He steps between my legs, and I sink into his arms. His heart is pounding in his chest, proving he's not half as calm as he's projecting. I kiss his jaw and hold him tighter.

"What happened, beauty?"

I pull away so I can see him when I tell him. I need to know how he reacts to learning one of the people that's supposed to be on his side is actually part of the trafficking ring in the city. And what if the entire Irish mafia is involved? That could be a huge mess. I really hope it's something being done without Seamus's permission. It'll still suck, but at least it won't be as bad as having the whole group against us. Both the Irish and the Russians? We'd be fucked big time.

"The man with Seamus is involved in what happens at Mecca."

I watch as the worry in Kisten's eyes turns from shock to anger. Sissy and Chante curse and start talking rapidly, throwing questions at me. I ignore them, focusing on Kisten. His grip on my hips is hard enough to bruise, but I don't complain. He's using me to ground himself so he doesn't fly off the handle. His whole body shudders, then he wraps his arms around me like he's afraid I might disappear.

"How do you know?" Sissy asks.

"I haven't forgotten a single face of any of the men that raped me. I made sure not to forget any of them in case one day I got the chance to make them pay," I say flatly, making Kisten growl. Knowing one of the men that raped me is in the other room pretending to be one of the good guys pisses him off more than if it was just someone off the street.