Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Maybe I’m a dangerous woman,” I choke out.
Grinning, he pushes away from me. “We’ll see about that.”
And then he’s gone, disappearing from the VIP room and back into the club, leaving me a gasping mess.
Three
A week later…
Sweat coats my skin, dripping down my torso. Every part of me is on fire. I take the girl from behind, her blond hair gripped in my fist as I force my cock all the way to the hilt inside her. Moans hum through the room in sync with my punishing thrusts.
“Choke me, fucking choke me,” the bitch begs.
“Shut up,” I growl. The rule I gave her was she doesn’t get to fucking speak.
I have someone else in my mind, and this bitch’s voice is ruining the fantasy.
My hand slips over her shoulder and up to her neck. Her pulse jumps under my palm. I tighten my fist, cutting off her airway.
Juices spurt over my cock from the mere touch of my skin on her neck.
Tugging her head back further and giving her throat a little squeeze has her coming completely undone. Spasms rack over her body, her orgasm violent and unsatisfying for me.
Pulling out of her, I release her hair and neck before yanking off my condom. I stroke my cock, my thumb rubbing over the silver ball of my piercing, with another blonde in mind until my load empties over her ass.
“I’ve been waiting nearly a year to get in this room with you,” she pants, collapsing on the bed.
It fucking shows. She was ready to combust before we even got naked. I have a reputation at this club. Hush is my favorite and members only. It’s for all kinds of kinks and fetishes. I’m good friends with the owner, Joshua Tuck. We’ve known each other since before he opened this place, and I’ve been around to watch it become one of the most desirable clubs to have a membership with. There are a couple of Doms, along with myself, who have a wait list here at Hush. When the women are like Amber, however, it makes the whole scene feel tacky and forced.
Walking over to the adjacent bathroom, I wash my hands and splash cold water over my face. A shower would feel better, but this will do for now. Amber chatters on about next time—there won’t be a next time—while I brood over a certain blonde who has me all tied up in knots.
A rap on the door saves me from having to spend any more time than necessary in here with this joke of a woman and I flee the bathroom, eager for the interruption. She doesn’t have a fetish. She just likes good-looking cock, rougher than she’d get it at home from her husband. Amber wouldn’t know real breathplay even if I throttled her into unconsciousness.
Slipping my jeans up my thighs, I saunter to the door and unlock it. Axel, the head of security, stands before me—all six feet seven of him.
“Sorry to interrupt, Ren, but there’s a woman out front asking everyone questions about you. Do you want her gone?”
Motherfucker.
How the fuck did she get in here? The little troublemaker has been everywhere lately, at every fucking turn, but here? I thought this would be the one place she wouldn’t come into.
Storming down the corridor, I barge onto the club floor and scan the room.
I spot her from a mile away. She stands out like a grandma at a frat party.
Her innocent look and inexperienced aura is like a fucking neon sign making every dick in this place rock fucking hard. All attention falls on me as I storm over to her, wearing nothing but my unbuckled jeans.
Her back is to me as she talks animatedly to two Doms, who are lapping up her naivety.
She must sense me coming because her body visibly tenses. Her shoulders straighten as she slowly turns to face me. The two guys she was talking to watch me over her shoulder, eyes heavy with intrigue and lust evident in their expressions.
“Ren, speak of the devil.” One of them named Nick sluggishly grins.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I growl down at her, ignoring them.
“I paid for my membership like everyone else.” She smirks with a shrug of her shoulders, proud of herself.
Reaching out, I grasp her wrist, causing a startled gasp to leave her plush, full lips. The tantalizing sound of it makes my dick jump.
“Let go of me, you murderer,” she snarls, trying to free herself.
I’m sick to death of hearing that fucking word aimed at me.
A raised eyebrow from both guys makes me fucking fume. “Mind your damn business,” I growl at them and drag her across the room.
She struggles when I push through the doors to the corridor leading back to the room I just left. Shoving her inside the room, she squeals and then screws her face up when she sees Amber still inside getting dressed.