Page 15 of Blood

“Thanks for the ride.” I wave behind me as I follow Kitty toward the building. “Sorry to pry.” I cringe, hurrying to keep in step with her.

“A prospect should know better. It’s not your fault, but it’s best not to mention it inside, yeah?”

“Of course.” I squeeze her shoulder. “This place is huge.” I change the subject, taking in the massive gray walls.

“It was a bunch of old factories. The club bought them at an auction and turned them into the home for Sinners.” She stuffs her phone into her pocket as mine vibrates. I know it’s Tyler asking where I am. Again. He’d have an aneurysm if he knew the answer. It’s still hard to process. But here I am.

“You want to get that? There are no calls for visitors allowed inside. So, if it’s important…”

“It’s not.” I shake my head and hand her my purse. I anticipated my phone being confiscated. I already deleted most of my contacts. The ones I did keep, I changed their names.

We enter a foyer, and she hands my purse to an older woman, who is greeted with cheek kisses and ass slaps from the brothers pouring inside. “Rogue, this is Diamond. She takes care of us.”

“Nice to meet you.” Large hoop earrings hang from her drooping earlobes. She has dark red, backcombed hair with strands a good few inches from her scalp and heavy makeup sits in the cracks of her skin.

“You too, darlin’. You can collect this from the closet over there when you’re ready to leave.” She draws out the vowels with a southern twang to her voice.

“Thanks.”

Their clubhouse is way bigger than ours. Security cameras are all over this place. On the outside, it’s a prison. Once inside, it’s more like a hotel—a really nice hotel. Kitty walks me past a kitchen that could rival any restaurant.

“Diamond makes the best chili dogs.” She rubs her stomach and fake drools. “But they’ll have your ass on fire the next day.”

We pass a game room and movie room before entering the main entertainment space. A full working bar extends along the entire back wall where there are brothers occupying every barstool.Why would they go to the bar in town when they have this here?A curvy brunette bends and twirls around a stripper pole, lust-filled eyes watching her every move. Soft rock music pulses through the room, bringing it to life.

The giggling trio have made their way here, all three doting over an older-looking man. “That’s Daddy.” Kitty snorts, knocking her shoulder into mine. My eyes flare wide, making her chuckle. “Those wenches have issues, and he feeds off them.” She shrugs. “Not my kink, but to each their own,” she adds, waving me over to the bar.

Two beers appear in front of her without her even having to order. She hands me one then rests her elbows on the bar, perusing the room.

“You looking for your man?” I ask, hating the trepidation I feel waiting for her answer.

“I don’t have a man.” She bristles, the very idea appearing to rattle her.

“Oh, sorry. I thought the guy at the bar…”

“What guy?” She moves closer, her face hardening with panic.

“The dark-haired guy you were talking to.” I shake my head.

“Callan?” she blurts. Her features iron out as she takes a relieved breath. “That’s my brother.” Chugging half her beer, she adds, “That’s not my kink either, FYI.” Then beams like a wicked deviant.

Brother?I won’t analyze the relief I feel at hearing that.

“What is your kink?” I tip my beer to my lips as two shot glasses are filled in front of us. The liquid rushes to my empty stomach, reminding me I need to eat. I wonder if Diamond would whip me up one of her chili dogs.

Kitty drags her gaze up the body of a brother standing close by—the same one who was watching her at the bar and talking to Callan outside—and licks her lips. He has loose, long blond hair to his shoulders, which makes him appear younger than I believe he is. His stunning blue eyes survey the room, on guard.

“I haven’t worked that out yet.” Sighing, she turns to me. “What about you?”

I blow out a breath, scrunching my nose. I haven’t been with anyone but Tyler, and he’s a lazy lover. “I wouldn’t call it a kink, but I prefer a rough hand,” I tell her honestly. She bellows a hearty laugh before rolling her eyes at someone over my shoulder.

“How rough?” The deep timber of his voice blankets me, sliding into my core and sprinkling goosebumps over my flesh. I don’t need to see his face to know who’s standing beside me. My pussy throbs as his body heat licks over me.

The proximity is so intrusive. So delicious. Keeping my voice steady, despite my nerves making my stomach twist, I turn to face him. “Enough to leave a mark.” I shouldn’t be flirting, but the alcohol is doing the thinking for me, aiding my confidence.

Keeping my features blank, I lower my eyes down his body, unrushed and outright lustful. He’s so much taller than I thought he’d be. His size dwarfs mine, and fuck if that’s not a turn on. I want to lose myself beneath him.

“Is that so?” He pauses, deliberately leaving me waiting and observing every inch of my reactions like a beast taunting his meal. And like an obedient puppy waiting for a treat, I absorb everything he has to offer.Pathetic.

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