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I have a flicker of hesitation, but I want him to tell me anyway. “I’m sure.”

My head rocks back, and I place my hands behind me on his thighs, continuing to move up and down. He raises his head and watches where we’re joined for a few moments, then he brings his thumb to my center and teases my clit. I sigh and rock my hips faster.

“There’s this thing my brothers and I run. It’s… unconventional.”

“Okay.” My voice is a thread of a whisper as I gasp from the attention he’s giving me and the feel of his girth stretching me in the best way.

“It’s a sex club.”

My movements stop, and I think of what I saw at the manor that one Saturday, the SUVs driving through town, the mask that woman wore.

I start moving again. “And you want me to join you there?”

Relief coats his face, and I’m pretty sure it’s because I didn’t climb off him. “Yes. But it’s not like other clubs. The Ritual Room is members only, and its members are the most elite people in the world.”

That gives me pause. Now I understand what he meant when he said that if I told anyone, the consequences would be dire. Those people don’t mess around with their secrets, and I have no doubt that anyone with loose lips is dealt with swiftly and permanently, Uma-style.

Obsidian speeds up his thumb, and I slam myself down on him one last time as my orgasm takes hold of me and doesn’t let go for several long, blissful moments.

I pause to catch my breath, and Obsidian sits up, his six-pack abs contracting under my fingertips. He takes the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it up off my body, then wraps his arms around me and drags me back down so my soft chest is pressed against his hard one.

“There’s an initiation you’d have to go through to join,” he says, slamming into me from below. “Everyone wears masks, but you’d have to be unmasked your first night, and you’d be filmed as leverage.”

“What would I have to do?” My voice vibrates from the force of his thrusts.

“Whatever I want.”

Those words send a delicious thrill through me. I tuck my face into his neck on the side with the wolf tattoo. “Which is?”

“I’m not sure yet. My brothers and I are the only ones with access to the tapes, though.”

I cry out when he slams inside me and holds himself there for a second before doing it over and over.

“You don’t have to decide now. Give me your answer when you’re ready.” He turns his head and bites my shoulder.

The pain mixed with the pleasure is divine. I pull away from his neck and bring my face over his so he can see me answer his question. My hair hangs down around our faces like a curtain of flames. “I want to join. I want to do this with you.”

At my words, he comes on a cry, holding himself inside me until I stop feeling his cock twitching, and he’s spent.

His hands cradle my face. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes. We can just keep doing what we’re doing here.”

“I’m sure, Obsidian. I don’t even need to think about it. I want it all with you.” The words slip from my lips before I can stop them.

But rather than retreat, he tugs me back down to his chest and squeezes me tightly.

I am such a goner for this man, kissing or not. Sex only or not. And though falling hard for someone would elate most women, all I can think about is what’s going to happen when my father’s debt is settled, and I have to leave him behind.

Chapter

Twenty-One

OBSIDIAN

The next morning, I arrange a meeting with my brothers. Since the four of us all run the Ritual Room, I need to give them the heads-up that I’ll be initiating Ariana at the next meeting. I also asked for Asher and Kol’s wives, Anabelle and Rapsody, to be here, and Nero’s girlfriend, Cinder. They’re as much a part of this as my brothers are. Plus, I think they’ll be on my side if any of my brothers try to give me a hard time about wanting to bring in Ariana.

The mood is tense when I walk into Asher’s office and find the six of them already there. I’m not sure what they think I’m going to spring on them, but they clearly don’t think it’s good news.

“Thanks for taking the time to meet with me this morning,” I say after I’ve closed the office door.

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