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I’m sure he’ll put her out of her misery before long.

Further in, we find another sitting area, this one is a bit more like the front bar, with the exception of some partial nudity. There’s a dark-haired waitress delivering drinks, wearing a black teddy. Her nipples are visible beneath the lacy fabric, and honestly, she looks incredible. Her confidence radiates from her, and I’m envious of it.

“This is where people who plan to partake in a scene come to discuss what they’re open to doing and any limits they might have. There are supervisors stationed in each of the spaces to ensure nothing happens that all parties aren’t comfortable with,” Bishop explains.

“I didn’t expect sex clubs to be this…nice,” I admit.

Crew chuckles. “Some of them aren’t like this. The Scarlet Lounge has a very exclusive clientele and is invite only. Everyone that comes here goes through an extensive background check before they’re ever allowed out of the front bar, and everyone does regular updates to their files to ensure the people they’re matched with don’t cross any lines they’re not comfortable with.”

I nod as I take in the space around me and notice a door beyond the sitting area. “What’s through there?”

“That’s where the private rooms are and where we’re heading in just a minute,” Crew tells me.

My breath hitches as images of what they could have planned for me filter through my mind, each one more sinful and depraved than the last.

“You like the sound of that, Little Menace? Are you going to be a good girl for us and let us have our way with your sweet little body?”

My answering moan has a wide smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and I can’t help but lean into him.

I’ve missed them so much this last week, and even though I know better, even though they hurt me beyond recognition, I can’t help but crave them.

A man with black hair and startling blue eyes waves at Bishop, and he returns the greeting with a curt nod.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Easton, he’s one of the people who supervises, but he was just letting me know our room is ready for us when we are,” Bishop explains.

Nervous anticipation sets to life in my stomach, but when they begin to lead me toward the doors, I don’t pull away. If anything, I lean closer, telling me just how royally fucked I am when it comes to these men.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CREW

The pretty pink blush that’s taken over Camilla’s cheeks is addictive, and I find myself wanting to push her out of her comfort zone more often if it means eliciting the same response.

Her perfect pouty lips are slightly parted as we lead her down the nondescript hallway leading to the room Elias reserved for us. It’s just one of the basic rooms, but perfect for what we have planned for her.

Perhaps once she’s a little more comfortable here, we could take her into one of the themed rooms, but small steps are needed when we’re already on thin ice.

I pause outside the door at the end of the hall and use the keycard Elias gave me when we arrived. The door opens, and we usher Camilla in before she can change her mind and run in the opposite direction.

Camilla steps ahead of us, and we hang back by the door, allowing her gaze to fall on each of the furnishings, along with the wall of spanking paraphernalia that we absolutely plan on using on her tonight.

We have many plans for the little menace, and after being deprived of her sweet pussy for weeks, I’m ravenous for her.

“What do you think, love?” Bishop steps forward, following after her as she looks over the spanking bench and Saint Andrew’s cross, before pausing by the silk covered king-size bed. If the five of us ever want to play here, we’ll definitely need to book the group room because there’s no way in hell we’re all fitting on a bed this size.

“It’s…” She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she takes another look around the room. The color scheme is the same in here as throughout the rest of the club, the crimson red and black accents scream sex, and I try to remember what I thought of it the first time we came here not long after Elias and Wyatt opened the place. “Intriguing.”

Bishop chuckles as he drags his fingers down her spine, dragging a soft gasp from her throat. “We can work with intriguing, can’t we, Crew?”

I stalk toward them, coming around Camilla’s other side and grasping the back of her neck. I force her gaze up to meet mine and find her lust-filled gray eyes staring back at me. Fuck, she’s perfection. I never truly believed in that word until she walked into our lives. “Oh, I think we can definitely work with that.”

“Is there anything in particular you want to try, love?” Bishop asks.

She shakes her head, and just from the small movement, I know she needs us to take the lead on this one, which is hardly surprising. Her experience with men begins and ends with us, so it’s reasonable that she wouldn’t know what half the shit in this room is used for.

Without releasing her neck, I reach behind me and grasp the silk tie we requested from the end of the bed. Camilla’s eyes lock on it as I bring it closer to her face, and her breath stutters in her chest.

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