Aliyah's p.o.v

I walked through the large hall reveling in the attention I was getting from the men. The low whistles, the desire filled stares and the low whispers of who would take me home.

Whew maybe this could be a part time job I would adopt if I find Julia. This time I will be doing it just for the money.

I came across booth number two, passed it and booth number five came to view. What the hell? Why are they not arranged orderly. I passed that number as well and came across number seven.

I huffed in frustration. Then I heard a whistle, low but deliberate, I ignored it at first, dismissing it as just one of my admirers in the room but then it came again, this time more demanding and I turned, coming face to face with Faceless, well…mask to face.

He motioned for me to come with a tweaking of his index finger. I glanced at my hand, battling between continuing my search for number 3 and going to him.

Beside him were two men, without masks but their gazes bore into me.

Pushing down the thought to ignore him, I walked towards him. He was the boss afterall, my link to probably getting what I want.

His gaze pinned me down before I even reached the booth. The mask glimmered faintly under the low light, concealing his expression but not the weight of his stare. It was the kind that made your body react before your mind could catch up,pulse quickening, your breath thinning.

“I'm sorry sir but I'm utterly busy,” I stopped at the edge of the table, keeping my tone polite. “I was summoned to booth three,” I said quietly, refusing to sound nervous.

He tilted his head slightly, voice deep and smooth. The American accent, light but evident “Look around you, Raven.”

I frowned, glancing over my shoulder, scanning the tables then froze. The number three was carved in bold gold just above his booth.

“Oh,” I murmured, scrunching my face in mild disappointment and relief. His lips curved beneath the mask, subtle, mocking.

One of the men beside him, a tall guy with a shaved head and a silver ring in his ear, chuckled. “She’s got a bite in her. I like her.”

The other man didn’t even glance my way; his focus was fixed on his drink, swirling it lazily. Frowning.

Faceless leaned back in his seat, spreading an arm along the top of the couch. “Come sit,” he said, voice low but commanding. “You’re mine for the next hour.”

My eyes widened. “An hour? That’s almost my whole shift before the next dancer comes in.”

The man with the silver ring laughed again, clearly amused.

“Then so be it,” Faceless said.

I looked back at Faceless, my throat dry. His mask gave nothing away, but I could feel his smirk behind it, his quiet satisfaction at how easily he could bend the room, and me, to his will.

“Now come sit,” he repeated.

I hesitated, glancing around the booth. There was barely any space beside him; the table was small, the seats already occupied. “Where?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He didn’t even blink. He simply patted his thigh, fingers slow and deliberate.

Heat crept up my neck. “You can’t be serious.”

“Completely,” he said smoothly, voice almost a purr. “Here, or nowhere. You know what that means.”

Of course I know what that means. My job at risk.

For a heartbeat, I wanted to refuse wanted to hold on to some fragment of pride. But his gaze was unrelenting, dark and magnetic, pulling me in.

So I took a breath, stepped forward, and slowly lowered myself onto his lap.

He didn't touch me, his both hands now resting on the top of the couch. The only touch was my ass on his laps.

“Gentlemen, please excuse us.” His hoarse voice rang out and almost immediately the tall guy with the shaved her got up and walked off. The other man seemed to be having a stare combat with Faceless but he eventually stood up and left, murmuring words under his breath.

Silence descended in the booth for an awkward two minutes. I shifted, moving to settle on the couch since they was still space.

“Don't you dare?” He hummed, calm but deadly. I stiffened, rooted on him.

Then just as gently, his hands settled on higher on my bare thigh. The thong and bra I was putting on is my only clothing. So he didn't have to push past any fabric.

My pulse quickened and my legs trembling. Trying to fight the sexual attraction this man emanates from within me.

I shifted in his laps, feeling his hand draw small circles as he moved higher. He bit back a curse and I felt his cock hardening beneath me. I didn't react, I couldn't, the booth was glass made…transparent glass…

If anyone was invested in us, they would see that something is happening. I don't want to be put on display like that. I could feel eyes glancing our way but not lingering probably out of fear for the man I was currently sitting on.

I inhaled sharply as his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, trying to keep my expression neutral while my eyes are on the booth in front of me. Bright but blurry to my mind.

Heat pooled in my core in anticipation.

Faceless didn't seem bothered, the only evidence that he was doing this was his hard cock digging into my ass. Every inch of skin he touches ignites fire in me. I shifted again, trying to pry his hands off me.

He tightens his hand on my inner thigh, I was so sure it would leave a mark as he leaned closer to my ear. “Let me see how much bite you have in you by the time I'm done,”

“Faceless please don't do it here.” I begged knowing if I tried to argue it would be in vain.

The atmosphere in the room suffocating as he pressed down, his chest to my back. “My name on your lips only turns me feral bellé,”

I sucked in a breath, his voice pure sin to my ears. I could feel myself getting wetter. “Not here please.”

Almost immediately the words left my mouth, his slides my panties to the side and I nearly choked on air. His rough fingers brush my clit, teasing, I felt a tremble in my leg. My lashes fluster.

But I tried to maintain my regular breathing not to attract the attention of people. He pushed two fingers into me and instinctively I grabbed his thigh. I stifled a moan.

“Moan louder, so they can hear the way I get back at you.” The pressure started slow, almost tortuous because I carved more. The familiar feeling of pleasure surrounding me.

His fingers began to thrust rougher, he adjusted me on his laps with the other hand. I closed my eyes, my mouth parted as I let out a moan. My hand flew to my mouth to muffled my moan.

But he caught it, in a swift move he ripped it off my mouth, his thrust still insistent as I leaned back on him. My legs parting more. “Uh…oh God.”

A bartender glanced at our booth and I shit my eyes In panic. “Faceless please…” he slowed down. His fingers still buried in my slick fold, his other hand grabbed my clothes nipples and pinched hard. His hold, move both punishing and pleasurable. My eyes rolled back but I couldn't risk letting out a scream.

“Stop, they will hear us.” I said, my head reeling off the feeling.

His fingers began to move again “Why? They heard you talk back at your boss, now this is your punishment, take it all in tortuous silence or scream your pleasure and deal with the embarrassment later.”

His free hand wandered off my nipples and towards the button necklace and he pressed it. The green light beamed. “We don't want people thinking I'm forcing you now do we?” He whispered and I didn't respond.

He pinched my clit and I jolted up, his fingers almost slipping out but he dragged me down on them. He resumed thrusting this time faster than before. My body is screaming. I couldn't hide it, I'm gonna come in this room full of dangerous men and I have no control over it.

He added a third finger and I hissed, “Fuck…,” I whispered, my chest heaving so hard I fear I would have an heart attack. I began moving my waist to meet his fast thrust.

“Will you talk back at your boss again,” his voice was hoarse, raspy. I could barely hear him but I did anyway.

“N…no.”

I'm almost at the verge, shaking as I moved my hand to the back, gripped his head for support his scent wafted into my nose. Leather and smoke. Familiar. I couldn't think straight to remember where I've perceived it before.

He let me draw him impossibly closer, and I feel my orgasm coming. I was just about to, when his fingers slipped out and he stopped.

Gently he adjusted my thong and set me down. In a second he was up, adjusting his suit. “I'll give your money to Carina. Your shift is over. Go home.”

My face was flushed, I was still panting but I was confused. “Bellé. Home. If I see you around this premise with any other client. I would teach you just how much of a boss I am.”

He walked off

What just happened.