Read Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) for Free Online Page B

in the middle. Avery and Cameron automatically start dancing together.
    Well, this is a little awkward . I look to Tate, unsure, to see if he feels the same as me. He meets my eyes wearing this sexy little smirk on his face. His lips kind of go up on one side and he has some hot-ass dimples. Sweet Jesus, I could seriously lick his dimples. He’s so yummy when he finally starts to relax.
    He reaches out and lightly pulls me toward him. Tate leans in closely. He’s so warm; it feels like his whole body is wrapped around me. I guess I didn’t realize just how big he is compared to me. I always see him and Cameron next to each other so he doesn’t appear that big.
    He draws me in more and lowers his lips right next to my ear. I can feel his breath flutter against my neck and it’s giving me goose bumps. His body molds to mine as we dip and move to ‘Cracks.’
    The beat is insane on these speakers. Mixing the music with his firm body and warm breath, it turns me on. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.
    “So, little one, why did you decide to go to college here?” Tate’s voice has a deep, rich timbre and it makes me want to snuggle even closer to him. If I could crawl into his pocket right now, I think I would.
    Shrugging, I go with a basic answer, “I just thought it was a good school. Good place to start my life, you know? What about you?” I don’t really want to delve into my personal life with him.
    “Pretty much the same for me.” He returns my same answer and it makes me a little suspicious.
    I take in the servers and all the drinks being handed out so freely.
    Turning back to Tate, puzzled, “I don’t understand, I keep seeing people take drinks off the server’s trays. Did they prepay or something? I don’t remember seeing you pay for anything either.” I scan the floor again to see if anyone goes to the bar, but they don’t.
    He shakes his head, “There’s a door fee when they come in. A hundred dollars per person if they drink. They can drink as much as they want from the server’s trays. It’s all good quality liquors, so it’s a more than fair price.” He gestures to the bar and I glance back at the long, oak bar top, running almost in a large circle.
    “If anyone wants certain premium liquors, champagne, et cetera, then they can order it from the bar and pay the bartenders. If they don’t drink, then they only pay twenty-five dollars for a glow band.” Tate nods towards a young girl dancing next to us with a lit up bracelet. “When they are ready to go, a door guard will remove their glow band so they can leave.”
    He pulls me back to him as we sway to the beat, “The glow bands have sensors in them, in case someone under twenty-one tries to take them off while in the club, to drink. As you can see though, how everyone is dressed, this place attracts a certain older wealthy clientele with younger women.”
    I huff a small laugh, this guy could work here if he wanted. His scent surrounds me the entire time we dance, pulling me into craving more of his touch.
    “Geez, you must come here a lot, you know everything.” Probably where he gets his booty calls he was talking about the other day.
    “Eh, I stop in once or twice a month to check out things.” He shrugs.
    We dance for four more songs until I decide it’s time to sit for a few minutes and get a drink. I’m a little out of breath and my feet are hurting already. I wave for Avery to follow but she just shoos me to go on without her.
    Avery attends college on a volleyball scholarship, and playing the game keeps her body in great shape. She looks like she’s not even a little winded, whereas I probably look like a wet cat at this point.
    After a quick break, we head back to dance some more, and Tate pulls me close into him again. It seems more familiar and we start to really get into it.
    I rest my hands on his solid chest and I swear I can feel something by his nipples. Holy shit! He has barbells in his nipples. That is so