IRIS
The beat of the club pulses inside me, like a call to my blood, encouraging me to let go for the first time in a long time. It’s been just over a year since Novak came into our lives and Bubby left, and becoming a parent has been a rollercoaster, even if there are five of us.
Plus Nik has had to become the big boss as we like to tease him, taking over the London branch of the Bratva and changing it from the inside. No more human trafficking, hard drugs, or weapons. Sure, a lot of what he does is still very much illegal, but it’s not hurting innocent people, and we even set up a program to get all the women Sergi trafficked back on their feet. It’s been a long road, but one I’m most proud of when I see them reunited with their families or succeeding in their business ventures.
“Did I tell you how fucking stunning you look, Peaches?” Hunt purrs as his body warmth heats my back. I’m wearing a dress that is like the one I wore to Depravity all that time ago, except this one has pink sequins. His large hands glide down my skin, making it pebble, and I shiver, my nipples tightening to aching points. Shit, hopefully I don’t start leaking. Breastfeeding is not glamorous.
We’re looking out over their rebuilt club, after Nik blew up Depravity, a fact that Hunt still won’t let him live down. Decadence is a more sophisticated version of Depravity, all red velvet and crystal. We’re on the glass balcony, looking over the crowd of dancers below us, sexy men and women in cages up in the air, covered in glitter and making everyone wild with their dance moves.
Besides the music club, Decadence now sports another, more adult club in the basement. My addition and something I’ve been helping to run, which has taken off beyond our expectations.
Not what I envisaged myself doing. I thought I’d do something with fashion, but it makes me thrilled to provide a space where people can explore all their desires and needs safely. Plus, I have been designing my brand of lingerie, which is almost ready to launch.
“Come downstairs with me,” Hunt says, not a question but more of a demand.
“But Ro hasn’t finished his set yet,” I tell him, indicating the DJ booth and Roman rocking it out up there, a big grin on his face as he mixes tunes like it gives him life.
“He’ll join us when he’s done,” Hunt states, taking my hand in his and leading me towards the stairs that lead down to the basement. “And I want to make the most of our child-free night.”
I giggle, knowing exactly where he’s coming from, even if a twinge of worry fills my stomach. Mai, the midwife who helped me when I was pregnant and the twins’ cousin, is babysitting Novak for the first time overnight for us. In our warehouse home, of course, so Novak is in familiar surroundings, but it’ll be the first time we’re all away from him for most of the night.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” I worry my lower lip between my teeth as we walk down the stairs.
Hunt pauses, turning so we are chest to chest. “He will be fine, Peaches. He knows Mai and she’ll call if anything changes. She has some of your milk, so can settle him if he wakes.”
My boobs tingle—a thing I did not know happened until after my milk came in—and I groan, knowing that I’ll need to at least squeeze some milk out, otherwise it’ll get uncomfortable.
“I’m going to have to express soon,” I say, and Hunt’s green eyes flare in the low lights.
“You know I don’t mind it from the source.” His voice is low, and I flush, remembering his delight at my lactating breasts, which he indulges in when I let him. Seems Daddy has a bit of a kink that none of us knew about.
He gives me a knowing smirk, then continues to lead me down the stairs until we reach the opulent reception for the adult club.
“Mr and Mrs Anderson, a pleasure to see you,” our host greets, and I grin at him.
“Hello, Jonny,” I say, my smile wide for my friend, who agreed to be the host and manager for this part of the club. We’ve become even closer in the past twelve months, and he’s become my best friend. We often try—and fail—to escape our overbearing Shadows.
“You look stunning, babe, so fuckable,” Jonny replies, looking pretty great himself in a black sequin jumpsuit.
A tattooed hand wraps around his throat from behind, his eyelashes fluttering as Rufus presses himself against Jonny’s back.
“Hi, Rufus,” I greet as the man stakes his claim on my bestie.
“Evenin’, Boss,” Rufus replies. “Joe is on the door, and I’m keeping this one in line.”
“Good to know. Have fun!” I call as Hunt, clearly tired of the pleasantries, drags me through the doors that lead to the main part of the club. “That was rude.”
“Don’t give a fuck, Peaches,” he tells me, tugging me through the club, the low, sensual beat of the music here less frantic that the club upstairs. It slithers under your skin, helping you to let go of your inhibitions, which clearly is working because several couples and groups are engaged in all kinds of depraved acts while others watch on. I barely get to look though, Hunt dragging me towards the private rooms in the back.
He opens the first door, ushering me in, and shutting the door behind us after switching the engaged sign on. The music is different here, and I recognise it as the music from the club, Roman’s set.
“This next one is for my girl. Come hard for me, Princess!” he shouts through the speakers, and my cheeks flame as the crowd goes wild.
“I cannot believe he just told me to come in front of hundreds of people,” I groan, and three masculine laughs fill the room.
I look up to find Nik on one side of the bed, shirtless and in fitted dress trousers, a black silk rope in his hands. My heart rate picks up a notch when he pulls it through his fingers, his intentions clear.
A slightly crazed chuckle has my gaze finding Rowan, just in orange boxer briefs, his flip knife open and in his hand. He gives me that grin of his, the one that promises this will hurt so good, and stalks towards me.
Hunt steps up behind me, his body distracting me as I feel the skin of his chest press against my back, which is revealed by the dress. Rowan stops in front of me, bringing the knife up and trailing the blade over my skin just as Hunt grabs my wrists and pulls my arms behind my back.
My heart pounds inside my chest, my breaths short as Roo looks me over like a predator eyeing up his prey.
“Such a pretty thing,” he purrs, bringing the knife to the strap on my right shoulder and slipping the blade between my skin and the strap.
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t you fucking—”
“Oops.” He chuckles, moving to the other strap as one of my breasts is revealed. He cuts the other strap, all while I glare at him for ruining another beautiful dress.
“You’re not even a little bit sorry, are you?” I ask as my dress slinks down to the floor, leaving me in my glitter heels and a white lace thong.
“Nope,” he replies, popping the P and taking me in. His look is almost feral, his pupils wide as he just keeps looking. My body heats under his gaze, the scar on my shoulder, his initial burning as if he’s carving it all over again. “Such a beautiful Lamb for us to sacrifice.”
“Bring her over,” Nik’s deep voice sounds behind Rowan, and after a moment, Rowan steps aside so Hunt can push me towards Nik. His brown eyes are dark, full of wanting and lust, his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths, as if he’s trying to breathe me in. “Lie down.”
My limbs tremble as I obey, Hunt only letting go of my wrists once I’m up on the bed. Bastard. I get settled on my back, Nik grabbing my wrist and bringing it up to the corner of the bed.
The sheets are silky soft, and washed in between each use, the mattress underneath waterproof too. Things tend to get messy in these rooms, but we still want people to be comfortable.
“Look at you,” Hunt whispers as Nik secures my wrist, then moves to the other one. “Practically begging to be fucked raw.”
He’s not wrong. My skin tingling, my thighs rubbing together in a bid to ease the ache that has formed between them.
Roo chuckles. “She’s our desperate little cum slut.”
They just watch me with lust-filled gazes as Nik finishes tying off my other wrist and then moves onto my ankles until I’m spread eagle with only a small amount of give.
“I think we can take the shoes off,” he states, removing my shoes and placing them on the ground. “Rowan, deal with her thong. I want my pussy on show.”
A small whine-like noise escapes my throat and Rowan climbs onto the bed, his huge erection pushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He drags the tip of his knife up the inside of my leg, my skin quivering as he gets close to my core with his sharp blade.
I’m holding my breath by the time he reaches Evangeline, my skin covered in goosebumps. Ever so slowly, he slides the blade underneath the fabric on the right side, and then with a sharp flick of his wrist, his eyes on mine, he cuts through. I cry out when a sharp sting flashes from my hip, glancing down to see a line of crimson beading on the surface of my skin.
“Oh dear, looks like I cut you,” he purrs, and I swallow, looking back at him. His eyes are on the blood, his tongue darting out to trace his lower lip. “I best kiss it better.”
He takes his time lowering his head, drawing it out until I feel like I might burst. Then his warm, wet tongue flicks out, and a moan releases from my lips as he makes contact with the shallow cut. His deep groan follows before he seals his lips over the wound and sucks, his tongue toying and playing with it like he would my pussy.
My back bows off the bed, my hand clenching into fists as my eyes close at the mixture of agonising pleasure and exquisite pain. It’s like he’s got a direct line to my clit, and I can feel an orgasm building even though he’s not touching a single erotic part of me.
“I think she’s going to come from just your tongue, Rowan,” Hunt states in a husky voice, and I blink open my eyes to stare into his. “Stop.”
My shocked gasp sounds loud in the quiet, the music having been turned down so it’s just background noise, as Roo immediately pulls back. “W–what?”
“Oh, Peaches, you didn’t think we’d let you come so easily, did you?” Hunt chuckles. His fingers reach out to circle my raised nipple, and I moan at the light caress. “We’ve got all night to play with you.”
