PURPLE HEART - Soliders Of Fortune [BOOK TWO]

Chapter THIRTY SIX

Sunday 'Sunny' Santos

An ocean of sweaty bodies sway on a neon-pink checkerboard dance floor, while scantily clad limbs grind in sensual harmony to the tempo of the Russian techno music that pumps from the DJ's speakers.. My mouth dries as my wide eyes take in the hedonistic display of unashamed lust that swirls about the underground club..

It's not that I am prudish or easily offended, after everything I have survived, I understand the trade of power that sex involves and its value; Even still, I have never seen an orgy of a hundred people or more as the writhe in tormented pleasure.. "Madre mía!" (mother of mine)

The soothing sensation of a warm hand settles at the small of my back as Max steps forward to guide me though the carnal chaos.. "Don't go getting any ideas, Bunny.." He teases gently, smirking down at me as his hold on me tightens and he hauls me possessively close against the hard planes of his body.. "I don't share.."

"As if I could need anything more than you, Mi Ángel.." Squeezing my knees together to quell the curious throb between my thighs, I smile up at him, clinging to the crook of his elbow as his impressive muscles swell and flex beneath my fingertips..

"Cute.." A dazzling grin of amusement greets his full lips, accompanied by a rare, velvety laugh.. "Save it for the sit-down, Zakya.."

I know he thinks I am kidding.. But I'm not..

Max is more than enough man for me..
He is a man of empathy and compassion, who would accept me as I am, broken pieces, damaged parts and all..
He is a man of conviction and generosity, who would take care of me, and my innocent unborn baby,.. A man of honour and oath, who would forgive my past, protect my future and make me feel safe in the present..
He is a man who'd never trade or sell me away to another..

Maksimillian Angeloff is the first man I could trust, the only one who would give me my life back, and I could never find words to express the gratitude in my heart for that..

I doubt I'd even be brave enough to try..

The crowd parts to allow us passage, as if Max were Moses and the partygoers a red sea of sin.. Beautiful women smile from the sidelines, pouting their painted plastic lips and shaking their silicone breasts in our direction, but The Loan Shark's attention is never divided from me..

Not for a second..

A stern-faced bouncer quickly waves through some kind of security checkpoint without so much as a brisk pat down, before climbing a narrow staircase to the second floor..

Where the downstairs had been a cheap and messy den of debauchery, upstairs Blazhénstva is a lavish and elegant gentleman's lounge, fitted with extravagant crystal chandeliers, opulent red velvet furnishings and a sleek polished mahogany bar.. I can hardly keep my jaw from slackening in wonder as a beautiful hostess in skimpy black shorts and stockings appears and ushers us to our table..