My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) Read Free

pitch-black hair, dark eyes, and a goatee that framed an entirely too sensual mouth. With his shirt off, she got to enjoy the impressive muscles of his chest and abdomen, as well as the fat outline of his cock against his leather pants. His features were aristocratic, with a strong jaw and solid cheekbones. He held two floggers, one white and one black, probably in complement to the women sixty-nining in front of him. The woman on the bottom had skin as pale as Kira’s, while the woman on top had lovely dark skin and long, beaded braids. Both were plump and beautiful, the kind of women Kira was attracted to.
    Four years earlier Kira had been in a terrible motorcycle accident after a stunt went wrong in a movie she was starring in. It had fractured her pelvis and screwed her up so any penetration during sex gave her cramps similar to the contractions women experienced during labor. While her body slowly healed, she had found sexual release with women, but none of them had what she wanted in a relationship. Still, the sight of the women having what looked like really good oral sex with each other brought back pleasant memories.
    The man stood and descended from the throne steps to the main floor below where the women continued to play with each other. Kira’s breath caught in her chest as he had them stop, then turn over so they were both on all fours. The sight of their wet and swollen pussies, the involuntary twitches, and their tension only added to the eroticism of the scene before her.
    She stepped closer, placing her fingers on the glass separating them. It must be one-way, because no one on the other side noticed her. The man strode around both women, his attention totally focused on them. Lean, muscular, graceful, he moved like a panther and had enough charisma to bring Kira to her knees. During her time in Hollywood, she’d been around many charismatic, extremely handsome men, but they didn’t hold a candle to this guy. The hair on her arms stood up, and deep inside her soul a tiny flicker of hope began to brighten and burn.
    She didn’t know anything about him, and he could be a total douche bag, but oh my goodness, did she want to be the one on her knees before him. Intense sexual fantasies burst through her imagination like fireworks, and a powerful wave of heat made her pussy swell. Evidently her body was totally on board with anything she wanted to do with this mysterious man. Her attention on him deepened until it was almost like she was alone watching him on the other side of the glass rather than surrounded by a growing audience.
    Her breath caught as he slapped the black flogger over both women, their buttocks jiggling from the strike. Stepping back, he said something, and the women put their faces to the floor, leaving their bottoms exposed and vulnerable. She couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to be in that position, to have him being the one making her arch, making her moan. Thank goodness this viewing wall didn’t have a door or she might have gone in, flipped her dress up, and assumed the same position next to the other women.
    A few more glancing blows to their hips, shoulders, asses, and thighs before he stepped back, and his sensual lips moved as he spoke. Kira strained to make out the words, to catch some sound of his voice, but she might as well be on the outside of a dreamer’s head looking in. Or in this case, more like watching an incubus torment and pleasure two helpless women. Fuck, there was no way a man could be that sensual without having sold his soul to the devil.
    More people had joined her by the window, and they commented on his ability to create a scene, and other complimentary things. Behind the glass, the man rolled his shoulders and wrists, upping the tension, making the watching audience, herself included, hold their collective breath. Energy buzzed along Kira’s body, setting her skin aflame and soaking her panties.
    Then he really worked them.
    Whirling the