Before I could say anything in response, he added, “But fate brought us together.”
“Fate fucked up. You came too late.”
“Maybe, but then again she did guide you into my club tonight.”
I stilled, glancing over my shoulder. “This is your club?”
“Yes.” His black eyes bored into mine.
That meant Kane worked for him, and it also meant he had ties to my world.
This was bad. If anyone found out about us, it could mean his life.
“Why didn’t you ever mention you owned a kink club?” I shifted my attention to the couple, not wanting to let Baz see my vulnerability.
He cupped my jaw, shifting my face until I was looking at him again, and ran his thumb over my lips. “Because you told me to never have another conversation like the one we had at Dimitri’s or you would end our relationship. I wasn’t going to risk that and lose my chance to be with you.”
“Baz, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t be with you.”
“You’ve said that.” He dropped his hand and turned me to face the couple. “Watch them. This is what I meant when I spoke of relinquishing all control. Kiera trusts Liam enough to put her pleasure and pain in his hands. Isn’t that what you want, Isa?”
Baz slid his palm across my abdomen, drawing me against his front. I closed my eyes, loving the possession of his touch too much.
I needed to tell him to let go, to not make me want things I wasn’t allowed to have.
I searched the floor for any sign of Lilly, with no luck.
“Watch. I want your attention on them. Your friend is with Kane. He’ll take care of her.”
“Did you know Lilly was my friend?”
“No. Kane said his girlfriend was bringing a friend tonight. Luck had it that the friend was you.”
I wasn’t sure I’d call it luck but kept that view to myself.
“Watch them, Isa.”
For the next few minutes I focused on the couple, the way they responded to each other, to the passion between them. It was sexual and not. It was as if the Dom…Liam could read Kiera by the slightest change in her breath. There was a bond between them, similar to what I’d noticed between other couples in the club.
Need for what they had coursed through me, and having Baz behind me wasn’t helping. The press of his hard body, his arousing scent, his dominant hold on me.
Fuck, I was in so much trouble. I was going to do something I knew was destined to lead to disaster.
As the scene ended, applause broke out and the crowd began to shift. But I couldn’t move. I was transfixed on the pair. Kiera’s eyes were now closed, as if she was lost in euphoria. Liam gently unbuckled each strap, letting her sag against him. Then when she was free, he cradled her in his arms, kissing her forehead and whispering something that had her smiling. After wrapping the robe around her, he carried her out of the area.
Baz remained behind me, his hold just as firm as it was when he’d placed his hand on my stomach.
“You’re coming home with me, Isa. Let me give you what your body needs. What your mind needs. Then we’ll talk. Talk through everything.”
Talk? There was nothing to talk about when my future was set. All I could do was focus on now, on him, on us for one night. I was going to take something I wanted. I’d face reality tomorrow.
I’d have no choice.
“Take me home, Baz. Give me this one night.”
Chapter Eight
Isa
Baz shifted until he was facing me. “We’ll talk. I have things to say. Then you’ll make a decision about our future.”
“No.” I placed a finger on his lips. “Give me everything you promised. If there’s time, then we’ll talk. But you have to know, I can never be yours. I’m promised to another.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue but instead sighed and took my arm, guiding me out of the club and toward his waiting car. Neither of us said a word during the short drive to a tall building overlooking the river.
The second the car stopped, the doorman approached and opened my door.
He offered me a hand to step out and looked at Baz, smiling. “Welcome, Mr.—”
“The keys are in the ignition, Bran,” Baz said before the doorman could finish his greeting.
Bran nodded and went toward the driver’s side as Baz came around the back of the car.
We stared at each other, the need and emotions of the night heavy between us.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
We entered the lavish lobby of the building and walked straight to a waiting elevator. Baz punched in a code on a keypad hidden behind a metal panel, and immediately we began to ascend.
The cab opened into a large foyer filled with sculptures, pieces that I knew were authentic.
“Want a drink?”
We moved into a very masculine living room with a breathtaking view of the Berlin night sky.
“No.”
I wanted to reach for him, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never wanted anyone this desperately.
“Baz. Do something.” My words were breathy, revealing the uncertainty and need I was feeling.
He remained across the room, watching me. His eyes blacker than I’d ever seen them before.
A throbbing between my legs pulsed, and my body ached for his touch.
Just when my patience with waiting was over, Baz stalked toward me, fisting my hair and bringing his lips down onto mine.
Dear God, he tasted incredible, like whiskey and chocolate mixed together.
My arms came around his shoulders and I met his insatiable demands with mine. He ate at my mouth, tasting, biting, consuming me.
I was lost in him, the feel of him, the desire I'd pretended I could push away. If I was going to sacrifice my happiness for my family, I was taking this one moment for myself.
He gripped my ass, pulling my clit flush against his cock.
“Bazzz.” I threw my head back, breaking our kiss.
He ran his tongue down my neck
