Page 57 of Promise Kept

I grasp.

I don’t squeeze.

I would never hurt her.

She sucks in a breath and looks up at me with shock in her eyes.

No resistance.

No telling me to get away.

If anything, she scoots herself forward. Closer to me.

Now here’s a situation…

What next, Ellis?

I stare at her lips.

Her lips aren’t just kissable. No. Her lips are fuckable. That’s right. I can kiss her for hours, sure. But her lips are meant to be wrapped around a thick cock. My cock.

“Ellis…?” Larissa purrs.

“Fucking brat,” I growl.

There’s nothing more to say to her.

If she really wants to see what happens downstairs… fine.

LARISSA

I’m well aware I have no idea what I’m walking into.

Yes, I’ve always wondered.

Yes, I do want to know.

I’m not sure what my actual position is going to be with this club, but I’ve always wanted to know…

Ellis’s hand gently slips away from my neck.

I feel disappointed.

He’ll never know just how badly I want him to kiss me. To take me.

How badly I’ve wanted my father’s best friend… and for so long…

Ellis doesn’t kiss me.

He instead takes my hand and leads the way out of the office, right toward the door I’m not supposed to open.

“Hux,” Ellis says. “Does that name mean anything to you?”

“I think so.”

“He started the whole thing. The rest of us helped to build the vision. Hux died way too young. We kept this vision alive. The sole purpose of people enjoying themselves. Their lives. Their desires. Their needs. All under the setting of total compliance and enjoyment. Look, up here we have our gentlemen’s club. Sit at the bar and get served a drink by a beautiful, topless woman. Sit at a private table and have a dancer above you. Sit at the stage. Safe. Clean. Secure. We have the private areas too.”

“We already saw that,” I say. I have a feeling he’s stalling and trying to get me to not want to see this…

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