Wicked Pursuit: A Black Rose Auction Book
Wicked Pursuit: Chapter 6

Back at the table, Tatiana has made herself at home with my friends. Zayne is hanging on her every word, practically salivating at her proximity. Michelle has her arms crossed over her chest and her expression shuttered again, but she’s smiling. It’s her lying smile.

She catches my eye and shakes her head at my questioning look. Apparently we won’t be talking about whatever’s bothering her tonight.

I sink down on Tatiana’s other side, and she reaches over without looking at me and sets her hand on my thigh. High on my thigh, her pinkie skating underneath the hem of my dress, close enough to my panties that my pussy clenches in response. She’s not fucking around. I like that.

Zayne clocks the move and grins. “You have excellent taste, but you can’t blame me for shooting my shot last time. You’re gorgeous.”

“I know.” Tatiana laughs. “But I’m not really a one-person kind of woman. More is better.” She glances at me. “As long as you don’t have a problem with it.”

Fucking a stranger who might get murdered by Wolf and fucking one of my few friends in this world who might get killed are two different things. It says ugly things about me that I think that way, but I am who I am.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t get creative.

I twist a lock of her long dark hair around my finger. If Zayne fucks Tatiana, then there’s no reason for Wolf to want him dead. “More is definitely better.” I meet Zayne’s eyes over the top of her head. “It’s important to me that my friends are happy, and I think making you come would make Zayne very happy.”

Michelle stands abruptly. “I have to go.”

I start to follow. “Do you want me to⁠—”

“No, I just don’t feel well. Have fun, Ruby. You deserve it. Truly.” She squeezes my hand and then she’s gone, heading down the stairs.

“What was that all about?”

Zayne shrugs. “She’s been acting kind of weird lately. She’ll talk to us about it when she’s ready.”

“In the meantime . . .” Tatiana slides her hand higher on my thigh and cups my pussy. “I’m sure we can replace a way to entertain ourselves.”

“Definitely.” Zayne stretches his arm over the back of the booth and leans down to kiss her throat.

We’re doing this . . . here.

The high walls of the booth provide an element of privacy, but ultimately we’re in public, and anyone who’s interested could wander over and see Tatiana tugging my panties to the side to drag her knuckles against my bare pussy. It’s a light, teasing touch, designed to seduce.

It works.

I lean back against the booth and spread my legs a little. Her chuckle is low, and she wastes no time zeroing in on my clit and lightly circling there. Then Zayne reaches over to follow her lead. No. I grab his wrist, and then, when they both pause, I guide him to the front of her pants. “I’m not greedy. There’s enough to go around.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He unbuttons her pants and shoves his hand inside. The material is thin enough that I can clearly see him stroke her, can see him change the angle as he presses his fingers inside her.

Tatiana shivers. “Don’t stop.” She grabs my panties and tugs them down my legs. My dress does nothing to hide my nakedness, but I’m too turned on to care. Or maybe I’m turned on because I’m practically naked in this club and even if we’re not entirely on display, we’re not exactly hiding either.

There will be consequences for tonight, but I’ll worry about them tomorrow.

Tatiana drinks me in and then turns to kiss Zayne. She pulls away just enough to say, “Get your cock out, handsome. I want you to fuck me as I eat her pussy.”

Zayne grins, obviously just as drunk on lust as I am. “What’s the rush?”

“I have somewhere to be later.” She nips his bottom lip and then shimmies out of her pants. The public nudity doesn’t seem to bother her in the least, and it sure as fuck doesn’t bother me when I get to see that she’s not wearing a single thing underneath.

I can’t help myself. As Zayne pulls his fingers from Tatiana’s pussy, I grab his hand and suck him into my mouth. She tastes like heaven, like sin, like the best fucking night of my life.

She eyes my hand, and a slow grin spreads over her dark lips. “Nice ring.” She’s on the move before I can come up with a response, kissing me and pushing me onto my back on the booth. Then Tatiana moves down my body, and I get a glorious look at her body. Zayne dazedly takes up position behind her. He meets my gaze and gives a rueful grin that I can’t help but return. Even in my wildest plans for the night, I hadn’t planned on getting into a threesome with one of my friends. Not that I’m about to put a stop to things.

Tatiana shoves up my dress. “Pretty pussy.”

“You can say that again.” Zayne does something with his hand that makes her jolt.

She twists to look at him. “Condom.”

“Of course.” He holds one up and rips it open. We both hold still as he rolls it on. Zayne doesn’t fuck around with protection. He wants kids eventually, but on his terms, with the person of his choosing. Fucking is fucking, but kids are forever.

He grips her hips, his expression a mask of concentration as he thrusts forward. I know exactly how it feels to be fucked by Zayne, though I truly hope he’s learned a thing or two since we lost our virginity to each other all those years ago. But to be stretched almost painfully by his big cock, to have his hands holding you in place . . .

Maybe I was too hasty in keeping Tatiana between us. In drawing the line in the sand with sex on one side and friendship on the other.

Then her mouth is on me, and there’s no space to think about anything but her tongue shoving inside me. I can barely keep myself propped up on my elbows, but the view is worth the extra effort. She backs off just a little, leaving lipstick smeared on my pussy, and then parts me with her fingers so she can focus on my clit. Her gaze is wicked as she tastes me, as she watches my eyes practically roll back in my head when she replaces the exact right stroke that has my toes curling.

I look up her body at Zayne again. He’s gripping her wide hips and watching us as he fucks her slowly. Giving her time to concentrate on me. Or maybe fighting for his life because he’s about to come. Either way, I mourn the fact he’s still wearing a shirt. I want to see the flex of his abs as he thrusts into her. Her ass jiggles a little with each stroke, and I bite my bottom lip, wanting to get my mouth on her more than anything. I simply want.

Tatiana licks and sucks her way over my pussy, once again descending to press her tongue into me as she strokes my clit with her thumb.

My pleasure goes nuclear. My elbows give out, and I collapse onto my back, spreading my legs wider to give her more space. My fingers replace her wavy hair, and my hips start to move, lifting to her tongue and touch without my having any intention of doing so.

Apparently that was the thing Zayne was waiting for. Tatiana moans against my pussy as he starts to fuck her harder. His thrusts have her sliding against me, and I tighten my grip in her hair, grinding against her face in time to his strokes. I can’t be certain, but I swear she chuckles against my clit. My orgasm sweeps in like a rogue wave. One moment, my pleasure is building in steady strokes. The next, I’m crying out, not bothering to muffle my orgasm as I come all over Tatiana’s face.

She doesn’t stop. She presses my legs wider and licks me from back to front, moaning as Zayne fucks her harder. The careful coaxing is gone, replaced by a frenzy that has another orgasm cresting.

I drag Tatiana up to take her mouth. Zayne understands the goal immediately. He moves with her, pressing her down against my body as he keeps fucking her. I kiss her with everything I have.

I don’t expect him to reach between our bodies and push two fingers into me. I hope to the gods no one can see what he’s doing in the tangle of our bodies. It feels too good to stop.

Tatiana is so soft against me, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, to lift me to give Zayne better access. But she hasn’t come yet, and I need that as much as I need to orgasm on Zayne’s fingers. More, more, more. I’m a glutton for the pleasure being dealt right now. I couldn’t stop even if Wolf were standing over us with a gun in his hand.

The image hits me so hard, it drives what little thought I have from my head. I don’t know what he looks like, but he’s depravity personified, someone who might as well be a shadow but is infinitely more dangerous. I want him here. I want to shove his face in the fact that I’m disobeying his order. For him to have seen me coming all over Tatiana’s face, see me on Zayne’s hand. I want him to choke on the knowledge that they’re touching me when he’s not.

I snake my hand between our bodies to replace Tatiana’s clit. I pause when I encounter a piercing, but there’s no time to try to get a good look. I circle her clit frantically. Zayne curls his fingers inside me. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again.

This time, Tatiana follows me. She sobs against my lips, her body shaking as we fuck her over the edge. Zayne’s strokes go wild and inconsistent, and he presses his free hand to the small of her back, holding her down as he finishes inside her.

He eases back first and carefully holds the condom in place. “I’ll be right back.”

Tatiana gives me a deep kiss before she sits up. She stares at my pussy, at where she marked me with her deep red lipstick. “A picture worth framing.”

I really am drunk on pleasure, because the next words out of my mouth are a gauntlet thrown at her feet. “So take it.”

She smirks. “That’s the orgasm talking, lovely.”

The orgasm . . . and something infinitely more dangerous. “No, it’s not.” I grab my phone and pass it over. “Use mine. If I still want to send it to you in the morning, then I will.”

“You’re so bad.” She says it like it’s a good thing. Then her fingers are there, parting my pussy obscenely. She takes a few photos and hands my camera back.

I look at them, and holy fuck, they’re hot. Her lipstick is smeared on my skin and almost perfectly matches her nails where she’s touching me. I swallow hard. “You’re good at this.”

“Literally my job.” She tugs my dress down, for all the good it does. I can still clearly see her marks through the sheer fabric. Tatiana holds up my panties. “These are lovely, but you look better without them.”

Zayne walks back up, his pants once again in place. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and then a significantly longer one to Tatiana’s. She seems to melt into it but then reluctantly draws away. “I have to go.”

“Stay.” He trails a single finger down her stomach and stops just above her pussy. “That was barely more than a taste.”

“A taste is all I have time for tonight.” She snags her pants and pulls them on, carefully brushing his hand away. “But that was fun, so if you want more, I’ll make room on my list for you.” She produces a card from somewhere and presses it into his hand. “Thanks for the orgasm, handsome.”

I get a card too. It’s thick card stock and contains only an email. No phone number.

“If you haven’t changed your mind by then, send me that picture tomorrow, lovely. I meant it when I said I’d frame it.” She kisses Zayne lightly and gives me the same treatment. Then she’s gone, striding away as if she didn’t rock both our worlds.

Zayne slumps against me. “I think I’m in love.”

“You say that all the time.”

“I think I mean it this time.” He slides down until his head is in my lap and then gives me a surprisingly sweet smile. “That really was only a taste. Want to go back to my place and fuck some of that frustration out? I know we decided our friendship was simpler without sex involved, but I’m still riled up.”

I almost say yes, but not for any of the right reasons. I want to keep riding the high of Wolf’s anger, the sharp edge of doing something I shouldn’t. Playing those games with strangers is shitty. Doing it with my friends is unforgivable. I shake my head. “It’d be a poor substitute for what we both want.”

“Speak for yourself.” He laughs and sits up. “But yeah, I think that ship has sailed. Still, if you ever want to fuck someone else together again, that was fun. I’d do it again.” His gaze shifts to the stairs, going contemplative. “I think I will book her, though. Get her out of my system and all that.”

I don’t tell him it’s a bad idea, that Cassim will lose his ever-loving shit if he replaces out Zayne is frequenting an escort. He barely tolerates Zayne’s fuckboy tendencies, and the Sarraf family cares about perception even more than my family does. It’s because of how Jasmine ended up in power, and while Jasmine and Jafar are hardly puritanical when it comes to sex and sex work, Cassim is a stick-in-the-mud.

Saying as much won’t change what he’s going to do, though. “Good luck.”

“I hear the doubt in your voice and I’m choosing to ignore it. I’m just looking for a good time, Ruby, not a spouse. Tatiana and I will have that good time and then we’ll go our separate ways.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “Are you hanging out longer?”

“No, I think I’m good.”

“I’ll wait with you while you call a car.”

I know better than to argue with him. And, honestly, with Wolf’s threats still ringing in my ears, I don’t relish the idea of standing on a dark street corner by myself. “Okay.”

We close out our tabs and wait in comfortable silence on the curb for the car to show up. We’re headed in opposite directions, so I don’t offer to share with him. And, to be perfectly honest, I want some time alone to think about what happened tonight.

“Hey, Ruby.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you’re back.” He slings an arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple. “I missed having you around.”

“I missed you too.”

It’s not until I’m in the car that the horrible reckless feeling rises again, not remotely sated by my activities of the night. It’s the only explanation I have for pulling out my phone and sending that picture of Tatiana’s fingers and lipstick on my pussy to Wolf.

The message changes over to read, and I hold my breath as I wait for a response.

He doesn’t type anything. Not on the ride home. Not as I’m showering. Not as I’m lying in my bed, staring at my phone. When I wake up in the morning, not sure when I passed out, he still hasn’t texted me back.