Mafia's Addiction (Savage Men Series)

One year.

That’s how long I’ve been married to my husband, Greg Lawson. And in that entire year of being husband and wife, nothing has ever happened between us.

Honestly, I tried. Even though I had no experience because he was my first boyfriend. But on our very first night as a married couple, Greg never touched me again after I awkwardly pulled away when he kissed me on the lips.

I tried again after that. I even watched p**n just to learn, even if it made me uncomfortable. But it was of no use. My husband stopped looking at me altogether.

It hurt because I felt like I was failing as Greg’s wife. So even if it was painful, I understood why he barely showed any desire toward me when it came to intimacy.

But tonight, that would change.

By the time I walked out of this place, I would finally know how to please a man.

I looked up at the massive neon sign hanging above the building—the name of the sex club glowing brightly against the night. If I truly wanted to learn about sex, then this had to be the right place.

My grip on my handbag tightened. I took a deep breath before stepping inside the entrance.

My heart pounded so loudly it almost drowned out the club’s music. The melody was slow and sensual, dangerously tempting. The kind of music that made you want to—

I quickly shook my head. I needed to focus.

I nearly had to feel my way along the wall because the place was so dark. There were lights, but they were dim and tinted red, probably to match the atmosphere of the club.

Even in the hallway, I could already see couples kissing shamelessly. Inside, at the tables, some people were already doing that worldly act without caring who might see them.

Dear God. Why did I come here again?

I felt like I was the one embarrassed for all of them because they acted as if nobody else existed while they had sex right beside strangers.

I knew there was a term for that. I just couldn’t remember what it was.

“Excuse me, Miss? I think you came to the wrong place. This isn’t a chapel.”

I stopped walking when a woman suddenly blocked my path. She was wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and a pair of long high-heeled boots. Her bra barely covered her nipples, and her panties? The fabric only covered the bare minimum.

I couldn’t even imagine myself wearing something like that.

Her eyes swept over me from head to toe, and suddenly I became conscious of my appearance. I was wearing a long skirt and a jacket.

“A-Ah… no. I’m in the right place,” I stammered. “Can I speak to the manager?”

The woman laughed. “Maybe you’re looking for a pimp. But sorry, Miss, I can’t hire you here. You’re not the type our customers look for. You should leave before something bad happens to you. I’d end up getting blamed for it.”

I blinked at her words. “You’re the manager here?”

“Madam,” she corrected with a grin. “I handle the girls here. Now run along, Miss. I have plenty of guests tonight.”

The woman was about to turn away, but I quickly grabbed her hand.

“Wait!” I stopped her.

She looked at me with a deep frown.

“What?”

I winced and immediately let go of her hand.

“I-I need help. Please. I have money.”

She blinked repeatedly, clearly confused.

“Do you need a girl? Are you a lesbian?”

I hurriedly shook my head. “N-No. But I need help.” I glanced nervously to the side. “I-I want to learn…”

I lowered my head in embarrassment. This was humiliating. But what other choice did I have?

On top of that, Greg’s parents had started pestering us about having a child already. And I couldn’t get pregnant if nothing ever happened between me and my husband.

Yes, this was how conservative I was. Old-fashioned, some people would say. Always wearing skirts and jackets. But I grew up in a religious family, so this was what I was used to. Still, I knew I wasn’t unattractive. My body had nice curves too.

I just really needed to learn.

The woman smirked and crossed her arms. I instinctively stepped back when she suddenly leaned closer and lifted my chin with her finger.

“You want to learn about sex?”

I nodded slowly.

“Why?”

I swallowed hard, already flustered by how close her face was to mine. I could feel her breath against my skin. And I couldn’t deny how good she smelled—like chocolate mixed with mint.

“I-I want to learn how to… how to satisfy my husband,” I answered almost in a whisper.

The woman’s smile widened even more before she finally let go of me.

“You came to the right place. Follow me.”