Page 25 of Taming Scarlet

She hadn’t even spoken to me when she’d emerged from her room in a little black dress that fit like a fucking glove, another pair of icepick heels, and more dramatic makeup than the night before.

She didn’t look at me as we went down the elevator or got to the car.

She didn’t even acknowledge my presence at the club, save for when she was talking in hushed tones to the manager who came out because, apparently, they weren’t expecting my presence.

I wouldn’t pretend to understand how the private clubs of the rich and famous worked, but they clearly prided themselves on their rules.

Still, this was the infamous Scarlet Chandelier.

Everyone eventually bowed to her will.

Then I was following the girls into the lobby, and begrudgingly handing over my phone to a man who locked each of them in their own separate safety-deposit box type locker.

Weird to me.

But what the hell did I know?

I figured that if the girls, whose phones were an extension of their arms, were willing to hand them over, that whatever was inside SVNT was probably worth keeping your focus on the moment.

Maybe it was performance art or some shit.

The music thumped through the walls as I followed the girls toward another guarded door before we were allowed to finally walk inside the main area of the club.

Not much shocked me.

I’d been around.

I’d seen some shit.

I’ddonesome shit.

But walking into what you were expecting to be a regular nightclub to see a woman on a couch with a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth, while a dozen people stood around and watched had actually shocked me back a step.

This was a sex club?

An exclusive, upper-crust sex club?

My gaze scanned the room, finding couples or groups in various phases of undress. Women on their knees. A woman hopped up on the bar, legs spread with two men between, taking turns eating her out. Another woman bent over the bar, her face inches from the bartender who was mixing shots like it was totally normal that a woman was getting railed right by her.

I took a step forward, towering over Scarlet from behind.

This was exactly the kind of shit her father hired me to keep her from doing.

Chandelier Heiress Attends Sex Club for the Elitewas not a headline he would want to see in the morning.

If I wanted to keep my job, I had to get her ass out of here.

“Absolutely fuckingnot,” I hissed in her ear, and I was close enough to feel a little shiver move through her at the fierceness in my voice.

Whether she recognized it or not, some part of her was aching for someone to take control of her, to force her into submission, to teach her how to behave.

But that inner brat inside of her had her stiffening and suggesting I leave before she linked arms with her girls and walked away.

“Fuck,” I growled, closing my eyes for a moment, looking for some self-control when every ounce of me wanted to throw her over my shoulder, and carry her stubborn ass out of there.

“Hey there,” a voice cooed at me as hands slid up my back, then slipped around my shoulders to my chest as a woman appeared in front of me.

She was gorgeous, no doubt. Tall, blonde, somewhere in her thirties with the eyes and grin that said she would know exactly how to make even the most controlled man bust in her mouth within seconds.

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