Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,20
never leaving the two displaying very intimate PDA. But then my attention is drawn elsewhere as we pass the next platform where a woman is sprawled out on a chaise lounge chair, legs spread wide to hang over each side, her hand between those legs touching herself. Her fingers dipping into her own pussy as she grinds and moans and masturbates in front of the crowd.
My throat is suddenly clogged, parched from both thirst and shock, my mind whirling in alarm as I try to digest what it is I’m witnessing for the first time.
Is this some sort of sex club? Private stripper club? A fantasy-land of kink?
If so, I know I’m way out of my element. This isn’t a life I’m familiar with or accustomed to seeing.
A zap of humiliation courses through me, the heat rising like a Phoenix over my neck and face until I’m flushed with embarrassment, mortified over what I’m watching. And, I’m absurdly aroused.
There’s no time to analyze my thoughts on the subject matter as Hulk brings us to a screeching halt in front of a table where Faron and two men sit in quiet discussion, seemingly oblivious to what’s going on in tantalizing form right in front of them.
Alerted to our presence, Faron stands, whispers something to Hulk who obligingly nods and then leaves me standing there, dazed, confused and very turned on.
A smirk on Faron’s face tells me he can read my thoughts. “Like what you see, little girl?”
I huff out a response. “No. It’s degrading and disgusting.”
He laughs wickedly and winks, reaching around my waist and pulling me close, my hips fitting into his side. “You’ll get used to it.”
My body tightens as I glare at him, assessing the level of seriousness in his comment, because I don’t think I could ever get used to this.
Before I can retort, he pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit down. I do so reluctantly, feeling trapped under the weight of the two pairs of eyes scrutinizing me from across the table.
Faron makes the introductions. “Gemma, these are my younger brothers and business partners, Roman and Weston Blake.”
Even if he hadn’t mentioned they were related, it’s easy to see the family resemblance in the three men’s shared features. While neither of his brothers are quite as dangerously gorgeous as Faron, they both offer attractive traits.
Same dark hair, but variations of the wave and length. Roman’s curls around his ears, where Weston’s is smooth and slicked back, exposing high cheekbones and an angular jawline. Both are similar in size, with well-defined lean mass hidden underneath their tailored, expensive suits.
As I take in their appearances and features, each one stands and offers me their hands in introduction. Roman’s a bit more enthusiastic than Weston, whose hooded gaze gives me chills. As if he has X-ray vision and he’s seeing right through me.
“So, you’re the jewel thief who fucked us over,” Roman muses, sitting back down and crossing a foot over his knee. While he seems relaxed as he sips from his cocktail glass, the words he chooses speaks volumes to the level of distrust, and maybe disgust, he has for me.
The table grows silent under their scrutinizing stares, as I flick a glance to Faron, his eyebrows cocked waiting for me to refute my role in this deal gone haywire.
My voice is shaky, but I square my shoulders in confidence, determined not to let them bulldoze me. It may be three against one, but I’ve dealt with that my whole life.
“I apologize that my father’s actions have created a small hiccup.”
Weston, who has been silent, bangs his hand loudly on the table, sending the empty glass skittering and nearly toppling off until Faron intercepts it in his hand. His voice is harsh, cutting like diamond on glass.
“Small hiccup?” He booms, the sound clashing like cymbals even against the noisy backdrop of the club’s loud music. “Jesus, lady. That’s rich. Because of your father’s double-cross, we’re at risk now. We have a buyer who has been waiting but is growing very impatient. This is bad for our business.”
I swallow my trepidation, which burns like acid in my throat as Roman calmly puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“That’s enough, West. We’ll make this work. Plus, we have her as leverage.”
I want to laugh at their belief that holding me for ransom to get my father to play ball will do the trick. He wants nothing to do with me and is probably wondering why he