Page 28 of Daddy Sees Snakes

I can feel eyes on me from every direction, heated gazes that caress my skin like a physical touch.

It's a heady feeling, being the object of so much wanting.

It makes me feel powerful, untouchable.

Spotting a well-dressed man sitting alone at a table, I make my way over, sliding into the booth beside him with a coy smile.

"Hey there, handsome. Looking for some company tonight?" I purr, leaning in close.

His eyes rake over me appreciatively, taking in my barely-there lingerie and the tempting expanses of inked skin on display.

"I am now," he rumbles, his hand coming to rest high on my fishnet-clad thigh. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Ivy," I reply, letting my crimson-tipped fingers walk playfully up his arm. "And I'd love to show you an unforgettable time... for the right price."

He grins wolfishly, already pulling out his wallet. "Oh, I'm sure we can come to a very satisfying arrangement."

I lean in closer, letting my glossy lips brush the shell of his ear as I whisper sultrily. "Then let's head somewhere more... private, shall we? I promise I'm worth every penny."

Taking his hand, I lead him toward the VIP rooms in the back, my heart thudding in anticipation of sealing the deal.

But even as I put on my most seductive smile, my traitorous thoughts drift to a pair of piercing blue eyes and a dangerous smirk.

Damn it, Viper.

Even when I'm with another man, it's still his face I see.

His touch I imagine.

As I sway my hips to the sultry beats pulsing through the space, I spot an open door across the way.

My blood runs cold as I recognize the emblem emblazoned on his leather cut—the sigil of the Crimson Reapers.

Lyon's club.

What the hell are they doing here at Satin Dreams?

A knot of dread tightens in my stomach.

This can't be good.

Especially not with Viper skulking around, too.

It's like my worst nightmare comes to life.

I strain to hear over the music, and a familiar voice cuts through the din.

That sneering, arrogant drawl... It's unmistakably Lyon.

"Well, I guess we'll see who's still standing when the dust settles," he remarks cryptically to someone I can't see.

A shiver runs down my spine at the veiled threat in his words.

Suddenly, I feel the heat of several pairs of eyes boring into me.

I glance over to see Lyon staring straight at me, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

Shit. He's spotted me.

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