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I already knew this, because I had memorized every detail of her schedule, of her daily and nightly routines, right up to the minute, the damn second. I was planning to pull her away tonight. To plunge my tongue deep in her pussy and make her moan my name tonight. But before I could, I needed to get her alone.

“I’ve been meaning to ask how a pretty thing like yourself got caught up in such a place?”

“Is that why you keep staring at me?” She smiled, teasingly.

I swirled the liquid in my glass and took a long sip of it. “I keep staring at you because I want every goddamn person in here to know you’re mine.”

Her eyes grew wide and her lips parted. I knew no man had ever talked to her in this way and I was perversely honored to be the first.

“I don’t belong to anyone…”

“Yet. You don’t belong to anyone, yet,” I whispered huskily. “How would you like a taste of the sin this place has to offer?”

She bit her lip and stared across the room to where a couple was writhing, and the sounds of sex echoed through the club. She was curious, and I knew all I had to do was play on that curiosity. That, and make sure she knew she was safe with me.

“You can call me Eric, baby girl, or Sir. Whichever you prefer.”

“Aracely,” she breathed, and my dick stirred to life.

“Such a pretty thing. I can tell I’ve peaked your curiosity and I can promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll only go as far as you want me to.”

She bit down on her lip once again and then her eyes met mine. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Because, baby girl, I’m the only one in this world you can trust.”

CHAPTER FOUR

ARACELY

The man before me was offering something I just simply couldn’t deny myself. I’d been working at Edge for nearly a month, and seeing all those tantalizing acts around me, it was inevitable not to be a little curious… and aroused. I’d been wanting to play from the moment I stepped foot into the club, I just didn’t know how to even start to enter this world.

Edge wasn’t a place for games, this was a lifestyle. A relationship of give and take, where both partners were willing to participate. The scenes that I’d witnessed had awoken something dormant in me, something so deep and carnal I didn’t think it could be possible to want it so badly. At first, I thought that Shane had done a number on me. That he’d destroyed me for anyone, forever. But slowly, after speaking with Dara and getting a notion of what this life was about, I realized this was who I was and where I belonged.

Now this man, Eric, he was offering something I wasn’t sure I could handle. Not after everything that had happened in my life. I noticed him a couple weeks ago, he’d been hanging around the bar, not really participating in the scenes. He simply sat here, ordered his drinks, and stared at me. At first, I thought he was a creep, but then I realized there was more to him being here. He seemed to have a purpose as he sat perched night after night at the bar, as if he were looking for someone. I watched as women draped themselves along his side, and one by one they were turned away. He definitely wasn’t discreet, he had a blatant disregard to everyone around him. Everyone, but me.

I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed his attention. He was electrifying. He was tall, broad shouldered, and held a powerful build. He always wore the same leather jacket, his hair looked disheveled, and he had this stoic look on his face. His expression was harsh, unfriendly, a warning in his glare to back off. But when his eyes met mine, his expression would soften, and his eyes would turn this bright blue, completely disarming me. There were times I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Everything in my body shouted a warning to stay away, but for some reason I wasn’t listening.

“I don’t trust easily,” I whispered.

“I’ll teach you.” He lifted a strand of my hair and curled it around his index finger. The gentle motion made me feel light-headed. “I promise, by the time tonight comes to an end, you’ll trust me completely.”

The earnest tone in his voice gave me chills, yet somehow, I knew he was telling the truth. There was no way I’d be able to leave. My instincts told me to run, but my body was begging to give in.

“Come,” his hand hovered in front of me, and I looked back at Trey who had been watching us the entire time.

“Are you alright, love?” Trey took a step closer and I knew that if I wanted to escape this man, I could just run to Trey. I could ask him for help, for protection. But instead, I nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I breathed.

His eyes dropped, and his shoulders slumped as he turned away from me. I knew I had just broken his spirit, but he wasn’t the one I wanted. He couldn’t do to me what this man offered, that much I knew.

Taking his hand, I let him lead me across the large expanse of the club. Cages hung from the ceiling with kittens purring for their masters. We past one stage and then the next, each filled with erotic scenes, a woman screamed as her master ran an electrical current down her back. It seemed the louder she screamed, the harder he became. An array of moans surrounded us, the sounds of leather slapping against skin, floggers whipping in the air, a shout of pain followed by a moan of pleasure. Everything in this place was meant to arouse the senses.

I focused on the feel of his hand around mine, his warmth and strength. I liked the way it felt, the tingle that he brought forth when he slid his fingers through my own. In a way, his touch eased away my anxiety and gave me a sense of certainty that this is what I wanted, and he was the one I wanted to do it with.

He looked at me over his shoulder, a look of hunger penetrating his gaze. That look made me shiver with a mixture of need and fear of the unknown. What was he going to do to me? Would he hurt me? Would I moan in pleasure? Would he care for me? God, did I yearn for someone to care for me. Even if it was just for a brief moment. He squeezed my hand in reassurance and although he seemed kind, he garnered secrets, dark secrets, one of which he was about to reveal to me.

What the hell am I doing?

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