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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BISHOP

The way her eyes widen is comical as the words begin to sink in.

To be honest, we probably would have given her the weekend before finally deciding enough was enough and bringing her home, but then Elias called to let us know she was going to be at the Scarlet Lounge tonight, and that was too good an opportunity for us to pass up.

It’s yet to be seen whether we allow her to go back to the estate tonight or whether we take her to the compound after we’ve fucked her so hard and dragged so many orgasms from her that she can’t walk on her own, but just having her back in my arms makes me think it may be the latter.

It hasn’t mattered how busy I’ve made myself this week. Every time I stop, all I can think about is the woman who has held my heart since the moment I lifted her from the wet cement and carried her into our lives. Even then, I knew how perfectly she fit in my arms and that I would do anything to keep her, even if I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself just yet.

“Play?” she whispers, confusion tugging her brows together.

I glance up at Crew, who’s smirking, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. It’s been a while since either of us have been here for anything other than business, but we need this, and we need to introduce Camilla to some of our more acquired tastes.

“Come, Little Menace.” He holds his hand out to her, giving her the order while also giving her the option to say no, something that’s very unlike him, but then she’s captured him the same way she has the rest of us, not even he was immune to her.

Camilla hesitates for a moment, flicking her gaze at Leighton before she sighs and takes his hand, allowing him to help her up and hold her while she shimmies past me.

The dress she’s wearing is fucking beautiful. The soft, silky material clings to her curves, and the plunging neckline gives me the perfect look of her full tits. I can’t fucking wait to clamp her pretty pink nipples once we get her into the private room Elias reserved for us, but first we’ll walk her through the club and show her some of the depraved things we want to do to her.

The anticipation is killing me, but when Crew wraps his arm around her waist possessively and throws a look over his shoulder at me, I shove myself to my feet and step up to her other side.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CAMILLA

Crew guides me through a door before Bishop falls back in step with us, his hand grasping one of mine, so I’m sandwiched between them.

I’m so distracted by their touch that I almost miss the scene, or scenes, I suppose, unfolding in front of my eyes.

To my left is another small bar and sitting area, but this one is vastly different to the one I’ve just been ushered out of. Not because the decor is any different, because it’s not. The same colors blend just as seamlessly in here as they did in the front bar. The difference here is what’s happening in the bar area.

There’s a couple in the back corner, their eyes locked on one another as the woman’s hand jerks up and down, telling me what they’re doing beneath the table without me having to be able to see it.

In the booth beside them, there’s a man with a glass of amber liquid in one hand and his other carefully stroking the woman at his feet’s hair as she stares at the carpet submissively. She’s dressed in lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination, and if it weren’t for the way she occasionally shuffles on her knees to get some relief, I’d be worried she’s here against her will.

I can feel their eyes on me, watching every move I make and watching me take in what I’m looking at.

I glance over the other side of the space at the small stage with people crowded around it. On the stage, there’s a woman wielding an impressive-looking whip, while a man bends over what I think is called a spanking bench.

She takes a step back, and I hold my breath as she cracks the whip over his ass, dragging a groan from his throat.

“Breathe, Little Menace,” Crew murmurs against the shell of my ear.

I flick my eyes up at him, but his mismatched gaze makes it even harder to breathe. The ache between my thighs is getting to the point where I’m about to start rubbing them together just to get some relief, and his intense stare is doing nothing to tamp down the need bubbling low in my belly.

The sound of the whip cracking pulls my attention back to the scene, and I can’t help but drag my bottom lip between my teeth to catch the moan threatening to rise up my throat.

I never thought myself much of a voyeur, but then, up until a few months ago, I didn’t think I had any interest in sex as a whole, and boy was I wrong about that.

Bishop squeezes my hand in his, and when I look up at him, his gaze is full of unadulterated lust. “Come on, love. There’s more to see.”

I open my mouth to argue, but a simple shake of his head has me snapping it closed again. Perhaps I should be upset that he can so effortlessly shut me up, but it’s kinda hot.

They guide me further into the club, past another stage where a blonde woman is kneeling beside a man, his hand running through her hair as he fucks his own hand. The look of need on her face is so similar to the one beating through my veins that I can’t help but feel for her.

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