Stolen Secrets Bonus Scene:

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A Visit to Madame Péché

We traipse up the porch steps of Chez Madame Péché, arm in arm. Leon looks slick in an all-black suit that makes the green in his hazel eyes piercing. I’m wearing his favorite dress, an off-shoulder satin dress the color of wine. When I asked him why this one was his favorite, he said, “Because it’s the easiest to take off.” And here I was thinking the color complemented my hair.

Leon knocks twice and the door opens as soon as Mac sees us on the other side of the curtain. We haven’t needed a token to get in for years now. Mac’s hulking form ushers us inside. “Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, it’s a pleasure to welcome you as always.” He tips his head in a subtle bow.

“Great to see you too, Mac.” I smile back as Leon just continues walking straight ahead.

Immediately, the smells of debauchery welcome us: spirits, smoke, women’s perfumes, and sweaty bodies. I love being able to step into this sinner’s playground as a patron. Don’t get me wrong, I have a great time running Monroe’s, but there’s always that weight of responsibility.

But here, we can shed that all and just enjoy. Leon grabs two wineglasses with long elegant stems from a passing server’s tray. He hands one to me in the hallway that has several dens branching off it. “Pick your poison, my lady.”

I lead us to the poker room, and Leon pauses to sweep me into his arms. He presses me close to his chest and covers his mouth with mine in a deep kiss. I am breathy and wide-eyed when he pulls back. “For luck,” he explains and winks at me.

Two games of dice and twice as many glasses of wine later, we leave the room laughing. His arm is draped over my shoulder, and as he whispers something in my ear, I am transported back to that night in Nassau. A night just like this full of drink and games and laughter, but with a much different ending.

Uncharacteristically emotional from the memory, I turn to my husband. “I love you, Leon Monroe.”

“I know, love, I know.” He brushes his lips against my forehead and leads us into another room.

Couples in various stages of undress surround us. “Up.” Leon jerks his head at a man in a grand armchair. He obliges as most people do when face to face with Leon, something about him just exudes you won’t like it if I have to ask twice energy. Leon sits and pulls me onto his lap.

On a small platform in front of us, a man is fucking a woman from behind, her hair tightly wrapped around his fist. The sharp crack of his hand across her arse fills the room, and I clench my thighs together, leaning back into Leon.

Knowing the pair consents to putting on a show allows me to enjoy the eroticism. Leon’s hands coast down my sides and his breath tickles my neck. “If I reach under your skirt, will I find you wet and needy?” he whispers into my ear, his lips barely brushing my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I say on a shaking exhale.

“Would you like to be fucked in front of all these people? Do you want them to see how pretty you come undone on my cock?” Heat radiates through my chest at the image, but I shake my head.

“That’s good because I think I’d have to kill any man in the audience.” He chuckles darkly, and I grind my arse against his growing arousal under me, eliciting a throaty, delicious moan from him.

“But I bet you’d like me to touch you while you watch them, wouldn’t you?” His palm snakes its way under my skirt and over my stockings to my bare thigh.

I answer him by turning my head to kiss his throat. It’s hot and salty, and the taste of him lights a fire in my gut. “Yes, please.”

His palm continues to crawl up my thigh until he just barely dusts his fingers over my dripping sex. “My dirty wife, so wet and ready for me.” He continues to tease me with featherlight touches as I grow more and more riddled with desire watching the pair in front of us.

“Are you just going to tease me all night or are you gonna fuck me?” I hiss and Leon’s other hand strikes out to grip me firmly by the throat.

“Speak to me like that again and I’ll take you over my knee right here,” he snarls, and I am tempted to push him.

I make eye contact with a man on the couch next to us and Leon follows my gaze. He growls and tightens his hand around my throat. “Look at her again, and I’ll carve your fucking eyes out.” The man blanches and looks away, along with everyone else in our vicinity. A primal sort of pride swells in my chest at his possessiveness. Apparently, he feels it too, because he shoves two fingers into me harshly, making me gasp.

“Keep those pretty moans to yourself, Sabrina.” He nips at my neck, and I bite my tongue as he works the fingers inside me and adds his thumb to the outside. A devilish pleasure envelops me as he fucks me with his fingers in a room of people knowing no one is allowed to look at me or hear me. An impossible demand, but I love it all the same.

“Watch her take his cock, watch them, and imagine it’s us.” He purrs, and I grind unapologetically into his touch, my eyes fixed on the sweaty couple in front of us. “I know you love being taken from behind like that, rough and hard.” I can’t help but moan in agreement as he pinches my sensitive bud and pleasure radiates through me.

“God, Leon. Do that again.” I pant and writhe in his lap as he pinches and slaps me under the cover of my skirts. I roll my head to the side, so he can kiss and suck his way up and down my neck, still with his hand tight around it. He squeezes slightly and I moan, “Harder.”

“You want to be choked until you come all over my fingers?” His fist closes around my throat, and I nod desperately. “That’s my good wife.” I can feel him smile against me. “Now watch them and don’t make a sound unless it’s to scream my name.”

Breathing becomes more and more difficult at the same time that he winds me tighter and tighter. Tension coils like a burning rope in my core and my throat bobs for air. The need to breathe, to come, to scream his name eats me alive, and I love every second of it. I ride his hand as I chase to hit my high before I black out.

Just as my vision begins to blur, I find my release and shatter into a thousand little sparks of pure bliss. Leon releases the hold on my throat just in time for me to scream his name.

Another successful night at Chez Madame Péché.