Page 78 of Frozen Heart
“Some just come to watch, or tobewatched. But mostly, yes.”
Anxiety suddenly clawed at my chest. “Butwewon’t have to...I mean, if someone asks us to?—”
He stopped and turned to face me. “Do you really think I’d let someone else touch what’s mine?”
I relaxed a little. We climbed up the last few stairs and?—
This floor was laid out in an elongated C, wrapping around the staircase. It was darker, up here, with just a few wall sconces throwing out warm pools of light, and flickering candles casting moving shadows everywhere. The walls were a classy dark blue and the low light meant that they dropped off into blackness long before the ceiling, so it felt almost like we were outside. Four doorways led to bedrooms, all with their doors wide open, and inside…
I stopped, transfixed. I was vaguely aware I was blocking the stairs, but I couldn’t make my feet work.
I’d never actually seen other people having sex: notlive,not right in front of me. The woman I’d seen downstairs, in opera gloves and stockings, was riding one man while another knelt behind her and cupped her breasts and a third stood beside the bed, kissing her. A noise from the next bedroom along made me turn and suddenly I was looking right into the eyes of a black-haired man as he fucked a petite, dark-haired woman with a nose stud who was on all fours. He gave me a proud grin, running an adoring hand over his girlfriend’s rump, and I quickly looked away.
The sex wasn’t confined to the bedrooms. Two couples were going for it up against the walls. And dotted around the wide hallway, I could see every stage of the process: people meeting, chatting, flirting, finding a bedroom together. And I could feel the sexual energy throbbing through the air: I’d never realized before that lust was infectious. My skin was hot, and time felt slow, as if we were all in a dream. But at the same time, I was starting to feel urgent and needy: I could hear myself breathing fast and there was a pulse of arousal rolling down my body and becoming wetness when it hit my groin. I glanced at Radimir and saw his gray eyes narrowed and hungry: it was affecting him the same way.
And yet for all the lust, it felt...safe.It didn’t feel like a nightclub or bar where men stalked and hunted and women were prey. And there wasn’t that same suspicion from the women that can so easily turn vicious and sharp. I made the mistake of looking too long at a gorgeous, blond-haired guy with a beard and then an arm slid around him from behind and his partner’s face appeared over his shoulder. I jumped guiltily, bracing myself for the outragedare you looking at my man?But she just smiled and stroked his pec.Are you looking at my man? Yeah, he’s hot, isn’t he?
I blinked and looked away, stunned.Am I supposed to feel like that, too?I saw a few women staring at Radimir and I felt...not exactlypoke their eyes out with my heelsbut there was definitely jealousy stirring in my stomach. I felt like the geek at the cool kid’s party all over again.
Then I looked round and froze. Radimir had locked eyes with a man and was scowling, absolutely furious, his hands balling into fists. I tensed. Was the guy an enemy? One of Spartak’s guys?
Radimir grabbed my hand and very firmly and publicly wrapped his fingers around mine. And it clicked that the guy’s crime had beenlooking at me.
And as I turned a slow circle, I realized other men were looking at me. A lot of them. I’d been so self-conscious, I hadn’t even realized. When Radimir saw them, he pulled me against him, then rubbed his hand up and down my side, caveman style.She’s mine.And the guys, seeing his Bratva tattoos, went deathly pale and instantly dropped their eyes. My paranoia about being uncool exploded into a deep, warm glow that lit me up from the inside out.
“Let’s find Konstantin.”Radimir’s voice was a low growl, throaty with lust and possessive anger. I nodded mutely and he marched down the hallway keeping me close against him.
But it was impossible to move fast. We had to check every room we passed and there were just too many people standing in the way. And every second we stayed there, surrounded by the soft moans of women and the hard cries of men, I could feel the tension building in Radimir.
We made it to the end of the floor and started up the stairs to the next floor. But progress was getting slower and slower: there were people fucking up against the wall and others watching, and we had to skirt around them. Radimir glared at two more men, scaring them off. Then he looked at me and?—
I saw the look in his eyes and gulped. Ever since we got there, he’d been carefully controlling himself. But the atmosphere, the possessive jealousy the other men were stoking, the sight of me in lingerie, it had all finally pushed him past his breaking point.
“They need to know you’re mine,” he hissed. “Andmine only!”
He hauled me up the last few steps, spun me around to face him and then his lips were on mine, hard and hungry and brutal, and I melted.
I stumbled backwards, clumsy in my heels, and he used his arm around my waist to guide me. My eyes closed. His tongue sought out mine and danced with it and I was panting, the blood thrumming in my ears as all the pent-up lust took hold. My bare ass brushed cool, painted wood: I was being pressed up against a door frame. His hands came up and took angry possession of my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. My nipples were already pebble hard, pushing through the thin silk, and he growled as he stroked them.
I was lost in the kiss, my hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back as I spiraled up, up,up. He crushed his lips against mine harder, as if he wanted to destroy me, and I pulled him in, needing to be destroyed. He pushed right up against me, and I had to step back with one foot to keep my balance. Thatopened my legs a little and suddenly he was between them, his hips spreading me, the hard, hot length of his cock scalding my inner thigh. He shifted, and I felt the head of his cock press up against the opening of my lips, the only barrier a few thin layers of fabric.
And then suddenly, I heard him ram his jockey shorts down around his thighs and there was onlyonelayer of fabric, the gossamer-thin silk of my panties, already soaked through. I could feel the arrow-shaped head of his cock pressing my lips apart…
My eyes fluttered open. I was so lost in lust, it took me a few seconds to focus on the moving shapes behind him. They slowly formed into people. And most of them were watching us, waiting for us to—Oh God are we going to do it right here?
Radimir grabbed a condom from a side table, tore open the foil and rolled it on. I felt him wrench aside the silk of my panties, the cold shock of the air against my flesh and then his cock was spreading me...
My gaze locked with a dark-haired woman who was watching. She was vaguely familiar, but I didn’t have time to think about it because at that second, I felt Radimir’s cock push into me and my eyes widened in shock.Oh Jesus yes, we’re doing it right here!
His cock surged up into me, gliding over every square millimeter of my aching, needy flesh, and my eyes closed. I suddenly didn’t care who was watching. He pushed closer between my thighs and thrust again, filling me, and I moaned and grabbed for his shoulders. He pulled back, thrust a third time and I felt my mouth open as he slid into me to the hilt.
He broke the kiss. His lips brushed my ear. “I’m going to fuck you in front of all these people,Krasavitsa.”
I wasn’t capable of speech. “Mmm,”I nodded.
His hips drew back, a satinypullthat made me want to beg and claw at him, and then he slammed them forward and the wave of pleasure made my knees weaken. His hands came up under my ass, grabbing me and then lifting me. My legs came up around his waist and I caught my breath as his cock shifted inside me. He held me there, pinned between his body and the doorframe, and began to fuck me with fast, hard strokes.Oh God.I was skyrocketing, helpless, each thrust pushing me higher. The heated pressure of his body against mine, my nipples stroking his pecs as my breasts bounced, the steady pumping of his thick cock into my depths... His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as if he wanted to leave marks, wanted to mark me ashis,and I went weak at the thought.I tried to imagine what we must look like to the people watching and it made it even better: it was like I was experiencing everything twice, once as me and once through their eyes.
His thrusts got faster and I moaned. I was getting close, already, and I could feel he was, too.