Page 14 of Claimed By Rage

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”

He licks his lips, crystal blue eyes traveling down my body. “Maybe I found the best one.”

Warmth pools in my belly, but it’s the alcohol talking, not Goliath. Drinking while on a mission isn’t the best idea, but neither is hooking up with strangers in a secret club in the first place. I’m 0 for 2 in this place.

“Dance with me?” I slide my palm up Goliath’s forearm. “I won’t trip this time, I promise.”

His hand finds my hip. “Our tour isn’t over. This is just the first stop.”

Impatience pricks my skin like needles. I didn’t want this to take all night. I need Rage to see me having a good time with another man, that’s it. “Can’t it wait? I’d really like to dance.”

Goliath leans closer, even though I can hear him just fine from where he’s standing. “Look around. Do you see many people dancing?”

I glance up and scan the room. Although a few couples and throuples are moving to the beat on the ballroom floor, mostof them are flocking to the sets of doors at the left side of the room. The crowd is thinner than the last time I was here, making me feel more vulnerable and exposed than before. Especially because I’m with a stranger.

“What’s over there?” I ask, staring as people disappear into the side rooms. Neon lights shine brightly overhead, including one of those curvy script signs readingThe Playroomin hot pink.I have a feeling I know what’s behind those closed doors, but I play dumb. “Is that a show or something?”

“Something like that.”

I like Goliath’s evasive answer even less than the lingering hand on my hip. “Tell me what it is.”

He slips his hand in mine and tugs me away from the bar without paying. “Why don’t I show you instead? If you don’t like it, we can come back out to dance.”

My heartbeat picks up tempo. If Rage, Rebel, and Ruin run this club—which I suspect they do—there’s no telling what’s on the other side of those doors. I’m expecting copious amounts of sex from a name likeThe Playroom, but it could be anything.A burlesque show, a torture room, group showers,goldenshowers, you name it. Maybe each night has a different theme.

The notion that any of those boys would be scheduling strip teases and themed group events is damn near hilarious, though.

Determination keeps me glued to Goliath’s side as we cross the room. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention the closer we get to our destination, and a pit in my stomach weighs me down. Heat and fire lick at my heels, spurring me to walk faster, as I realize how dangerous this really is. Playing with these brothers’ vices, their desires. They won’t take kindly to me playing with another man outside our little foursome.

My heart races as the back of my neck tingles. It’s just a feeling of unease, like the churn of my stomach, but now more than ever Ifeelthat I’m being watched.

As Goliath and I reach the doors to the Playroom, I can hear someone approaching from behind—fast. Heavy footfalls thud across the hardwood, making me flinch before I can catch myself. If Goliath notices, he doesn’t react, reaching for the door handle to usher us inside.

He never makes it.

Strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back, out of Goliath’s grip. Rage’s voice rumbles in my ear, low enough that only I can hear. “Find something you like, Beauty?” He palms my stomach greedily, twisting the soft fabric of my dress against his hands, before raising his palm to cup my breast. Squeezing, he exhales hot against my neck. “You look fucking gorgeous, and instead of wrapping that tight little body onmyarm, I find you with—” he breaks off with a snarl—“someone fucking else.”

His body shakes with anger, his hands rough as he feels me up. My breath catches as he kneads pain into my muscle and bone, one hand crushing my hip, the other slipping past the deep V of my neckline to palm my naked tit. Heat blossoms deep within me, and I recoil from the sensation, from the way he makes me feel.

Tight. Hot. Aching.

Goliath turns then, his face pure surprise as he realizes I’m no longer standing beside him. His smile freezes on his face as his gaze lands on me, then on Rage, and finally on the two of us together.“Excuse me,” he snaps, voice turning cold in an instant, “that’smydate.”

Bile rises to the back of my throat at the thought ofanotherman claiming me so easily. I suppose it’s my fault—I’m the one who led him on.But still, I’m not some shiny toy to pass around and shove your dick into when you get bored. Anger flares inside my chest, but it gets caught in my throat as I choke on a needy, pained whine, Rage’s knuckles pinching my nipplehard.Starsdance in the corners of my eyes, and I have to grab Rage’s arm banded around my stomach to stay upright.

The sharp points of Rage’s teeth scrape against the side of my throat. “Yours? Because she feels likemine.” He growls, something deep and menacing unlocking inside his chest.

Goliath visibly pales. “Hey, man, my bad. I didn’t know she already had someone.”

Rage barks a laugh, making me flinch. “Oh, she has someone. Three someones, actually. But right now, she’s mine and mine alone, and you fuckingtouched her.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Inmyclub. Onmyfloor.” His grip tightens, and I cry out at the force of it. Sharp pain drills down into my hip and shoots into my chest, both of his hands squeezing. At the sound, presses a kiss to my temple but doesn’t lighten his grip.

I know I’ll have bruises the exact size and shape of his hands.

Goliath looks over our shoulders, his throat clicking as he swallows. “I, um, I didn’t mean—I’m gonna go,” he says lamely, already sidestepping away from us. But he only takes one step before Rage lunges for him, shoving me against another hard body as he slams his fist into Goliath’s face.

A scream catches in my throat, my heart pumping on overdrive.

“Easy there, beautiful,” a voice purrs in my ear. A new set of arms wrap around my waist, but this man is at ease behind me, locking me in without the show of force Rage used. He hums as he holds me, kissing the hickey on my neck from yesterday. “Missed you today.”

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