Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I scan the crowd, my painted lips curving into a mysterious smile.
Who's ready to play?
I saunter through the club, hips swaying to the seductive beat pulsing through the speakers.
The air is thick with desire, the musky scent of cologne mingling with the sweet notes of perfume.
I can feel eyes on me from every direction, heated gazes that caress my skin like a physical touch.
It's a heady feeling, being the object of so much wanting.
It makes me feel powerful, untouchable.
Spotting a well-dressed man sitting alone at a table, I make my way over, sliding into the booth beside him with a coy smile.
"Hey there, handsome. Looking for some company tonight?" I purr, leaning in close.
His eyes rake over me appreciatively, taking in my barely-there lingerie and the tempting expanses of inked skin on display.
"I am now," he rumbles, his hand coming to rest high on my fishnet-clad thigh. "What's your name, gorgeous?"
"Ivy," I reply, letting my crimson-tipped fingers walk playfully up his arm. "And I'd love to show you an unforgettable time... for the right price."
He grins wolfishly, already pulling out his wallet. "Oh, I'm sure we can come to a very satisfying arrangement."
I lean in closer, letting my glossy lips brush the shell of his ear as I whisper sultrily. "Then let's head somewhere more... private, shall we? I promise I'm worth every penny."
Taking his hand, I lead him toward the VIP rooms in the back, my heart thudding in anticipation of sealing the deal.
But even as I put on my most seductive smile, my traitorous thoughts drift to a pair of piercing blue eyes and a dangerous smirk.
Damn it, Viper.
Even when I'm with another man, it's still his face I see.
His touch I imagine.
As I sway my hips to the sultry beats pulsing through the space, I spot an open door across the way.
My blood runs cold as I recognize the emblem emblazoned on his leather cut—the sigil of the Crimson Reapers.
Lyon's club.
What the hell are they doing here at Satin Dreams?
A knot of dread tightens in my stomach.
This can't be good.
Especially not with Viper skulking around, too.
It's like my worst nightmare comes to life.
I strain to hear over the music, and a familiar voice cuts through the din.
That sneering, arrogant drawl... It's unmistakably Lyon.
"Well, I guess we'll see who's still standing when the dust settles," he remarks cryptically to someone I can't see.
A shiver runs down my spine at the veiled threat in his words.
Suddenly, I feel the heat of several pairs of eyes boring into me.
I glance over to see Lyon staring straight at me, a predatory gleam in his gaze.
Shit. He's spotted me.
I quickly avert my eyes, panic rising in my throat.
Maybe if I slip away now with this customer, I can avoid a confrontation.
I make a move to bolt, but Lyon is faster.
In a few swift strides, he's in front of me, fingers clamping around my arm in a vice grip.
The customer raises his voice. “Hey man, she’s mine. Wait your turn.”
I wince at the painful pressure as he yanks me toward him. “No, she’s mine. Get lost, dipshit.”
My potential customer scurries off, and Lyon waves his finger in front of me.
"Not so fast, baby girl," he growls menacingly. "We've got some catching up to do, you and I."
Before I can protest, he's dragging me across the floor, his bruising hold brooking no argument.
He roughly shoves me through the open door into the private lounge.
I stumble, almost losing my footing in my sky-high heels.
Regaining my balance, I take in the room—all dark woods and burgundy leather.
My heart nearly stops as my gaze lands on the two people inside. Scarlett, one of my fellow dancers.
And him—Viper.
He meets my startled stare with those piercing blue eyes, a ghost of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
The look sends an illicit shiver through me, even as my mind screams danger.
What the fuck is going on?
How did I manage to walk right into both Lyon and Viper?
Lyon slams the door shut with an ominous click, caging me in, a sense of cold dread settles over me.
I have a bad feeling I'm about to find out just how deep this rabbit hole goes.
And that I might not like what's waiting for me at the bottom...
I whirl around to face Lyon, mustering every ounce of bravado I can. "You can't just manhandle me like that! I’m not yours anymore, Lyon."
His answering laugh is cruel and mocking. "Oh, but I think you are, baby girl. See, you work in my strip club. Which means..." He takes a menacing step toward me, then another, backing me up until I'm pressed against the wall. "You're still on my turf, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you. Did you really think you could escape me?"
Panic rising in my throat, I glance desperately at Scarlett and Viper.