Romeo The Mafia Casanova

“Yeah, but not the working staff. I’ve never experienced an orgasm by proxy, but I’m going on record to say I bet he can pull it from me halfway across the room.”

Rhia smothered a laugh.

“Laugh all you want, babe. I have got to get some of that and soon. Only a matter of time before I’m calling him Master or hell, letting all four of them have a little fun. Mark my words. Years of sexual knowledge are tucked away between those four. Imagine what all four of those beautiful men can do to a woman. They own this place so you know it’s how they play.” Maya shuddered playfully and batted her false lashes in exaggeration. “Unless you’re claiming them first that is.”

What the holy hell had gotten into her friend? Rhia clamped her mouth shut. “Have at it,” she managed, sounding half convincing. “If they are the sex gods you think they are, half the men in here probably want him up there every night, too. Get their women worked up and they reap the benefits.”

“Probably the idea. Think he needs a partner? Maybe Indigo could hook me up with a one-on-one interview?” her friend only half teased from the way her cheeks blushed.

Indigo worked for the kings as their assistant and she liked a capable man as much as Maya.

The bartender, Carlos, picked that moment to speak up behind them. “I’m hurt. I thought I was your main squeeze, mi amor?” He gave a playful wink.

Maya slipped her hand over his and squeezed, stating her thoughts like they were common knowledge. “Carlos, baby, I love all men and they love me right back.”

Carlos didn’t seem bothered by her blunt honesty and smiled. The beautiful olive-skinned beauty with endless legs left the club with a new beau on her arm almost every night, or at least it seemed that way. A fish-out-of-water London girl complete with a don’t-give-a-fuck attitude traveling for a year to ‘find what she wanted to do with her life’ spent more time pleasuring whatever fancied her at the moment than soul-searching, from what Rhia could surmise. Then again, maybe that was part of the whole process. What did she know?

Rhia shook her head. “Your downfall will be a DOM with a saucy accent and a penchant for little endearing pet names like cupcakes,” Rhia mimicked the cute endearment with a flutter of lashes. “See you on the flip?”

“Baby, I’d fall gracefully, of course. Hey, maybe we can get Indigo and meet back at your place for evening cocktails sometime?”

The first step in getting information was mingling and getting people comfortable with you, which led to a couple of all-nighters and a bottle of tequila a time or two with her ‘new best friends’. She hated to think of herself as using Maya or Indigo, but it was what it was and she could only hope, when it was all over, they would understand. She didn’t hold out much hope though.

“Sounds good. I’m sure I’ll run into her tonight at some point. She likes to sneak down for a quick drink with her boyfriend while Volkov is on the floor with guests.”

“Speaking of, I wasn’t joking. I’ve watched him watch you lately. What’s up with that? You’re such a bad girl. Come on. You can tell me. Are you doing the boss? Bosses? Oh, wait. That reminds me.” Maya slid a single piece of folded paper tucked between her breasts and held it out to Rhia before she had a chance to deny anything. The woman flitted from thought to thought faster than Rhia could keep up.

“What’s this?” Rhia arched her brow and slowly slid the paper from Maya’s fingers, opening it. “Last time you handed me a piece of paper it had a Russian’s cellphone number on it with a time and address to the side and he was fucking Bratva!” Not how she saw her first week at the place going.

“Mmm.” Maya tapped her lips with her long fingernail, her smile as wicked as the glint in her eyes. “I remember. You would have loved popping your cherry with a man like him. Too bad they killed him the next week.”

“Uhh…yeah. Too bad.” Rhia side-eyed her friend. “It didn’t look too good that I had his number and his address on me when the police went around questioning the staff about his time here.”

Maya giggled and waved a hand at her worries as though they were nothing. “Okay, okay. This isn’t anything like that.” Maya tapped the piece of paper. “It’s just the number of elite clients with unique pleasures. Darker tastes. Ones Indigo likes. She asked me to hook her up.”

Elite as in filthy rich, powerful, and in a position to make any desire come true as twisted or fucked up as it might be. She knew the lingo.

“I would text her but I lost my phone yesterday. Since you’ll see Indigo before I do it’s easier if you pass it along. Tell her the gentleman wants to meet.” Maya pointed at the paper. “That’s his private number.” A wicked glint flashed in her friend’s eyes. “Who knows, maybe we can kink you up a bit and pop that submissive cherry of yours and get you in bed with someone that can break you in. Maybe he’s into threesomes.”

Rhia shook her head in a negative motion. “Nope. We’re so not having that conversation again, Maya. Words like dark tastes make me shiver and not in a sexy way.” Rhia turned on her heel but caught Maya sticking out her lower lip in a big pout.

“You’re no fun, you know that, right?”

She wasn’t here for fun. Chicago was home for only a short time until she found out what she needed. No man with cuffs, floggers, or whatever the hell they used needed. Besides, after she did what she had to do, she doubted anyone would want anything to do with her.

Since day one Indigo had taken a liking to Rhia and showed her the ropes with Maya’s help. The three had become fast friends, as Rhia designed it. Being the youngest of four and the only girl, she was a quick study on how to get what she wanted. Her father liked to point out none of them had a chance when she set her mind to wanting something.

A pang of guilt shot through her. Her brothers would do anything for her-all she had to do was ask. But she also knew none of them would agree to her walking into the lion’s den dressed like a leather-clad lamb.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.