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They share a look between themselves. “Trust us, you do.” The blonde fixes my lace mask back on my face and ties it tight behind my head. “You’ve just gotta figure out how it works with them.” She grazes her lips over my cheek in a parting kiss before heading to the door.

“And if I can’t figure it out?” I ask, already dreading the inevitable reality where these two are wrong. I’ll be locked in a cage for the rest of my life, forced to succumb to whatever twisted fantasy the brothers conjure up.

Shrugging, the redhead holds the door as the blonde walks past. She keeps it open for me, jerking her head to suggest we leave together. “Then I guess you’ll have to kill them.”

Chapter 8

Rage

Celiaand I dance around one another for the better part of an hour. I don’t know what passed between her and the other women in the restroom, but the two regulars—a fiery redhead who goes by the code name Fox and a preppy blonde we dubbed Angel the minute her photo landed on our desk—keep their eyes on Celia the entire time.

It’sannoying.

Sure, Celia has caught the eye of many of our male clientele after getting on her knees for me, but they know to keep their distance. Women, though? They don’t like to play by the rules on account ofgirl codeor what-the-fuck-ever they call the weird bonding thing they do. In the short six minute and forty two second blip when Celia was out of sight, they bonded over something.

I want to know what it is.

I want to knoweverythinginvolving my woman.

So when she lingers near Fox’s little threesome and starts to get friendly, I cut my conversation with the new mayor short and join them. Sliding up behind Celia and wrapping my arms around her waist, I tug her back against my chest, enjoying herwarmth. She stiffens immediately, her breath catching as she stares straight ahead and ignores me as best she can.

Thatshit annoys me even more.

My smile is too sharp at the edges as I nod toward Fox and her followers, two men who haven’t been here nearly as long as she has. Fox has this routine of stringing people along until the new crop comes in; then she pits the old and the new against each other to see whoreallywants to stick around when there’s competition for her attention.

Oftentimes, she loses out on lovers before she’s even broken them in. These two men will likely be the same. I don’t care to learn their names.

“I see you’ve been making friends,” I murmur, brushing my lips against Celia’s cheek. She flinches away from me, and my blood boils. “Introduce me, Beauty.”

She huffs, gripping my forearms as tight as she can. Her nails dig into my flesh, and a wave of satisfaction radiates through my chest. Those little divots will last for hours.Days, maybe, if I piss her off enough. I wonder if she’d make me bleed.

Her voice is tight. “They know who you are.”

I hum low in my throat. “You’re being rude.”

“You’rean asshole.”

I lift my palm to her neck and wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing gently. She swallows, and a flash of heat rolls through me at the memory of her swallowing my cum down her pretty little throat. I should have asked her to open her mouth and show it to me first.

Next time.

I draw a ragged breath and lower my lips to her ear. “Play nice,krosotka, or your friends will see how perfectly your ass fits in my hand. I bet it gets red after only one spanking.” I lick my lips at the mental image. There are so many things I want to do to this girl. “Should we find out?”

Fox gives Celia a look, the two of them having a silent conversation I can’t fucking interpret. Itannoysme. I grit my teeth and try to keep my cool. Despite how often our clientele rotates out, Fox has been a steady presence since the club’s inception. The boss will be royally pissed if I fuck with our best donors.

Still, she better keep her fucking ideas to herself.

Celia can make her own damn decisions without some bitch poisoning them first.

Tilting her head back, Celia glares up at me. “Fox,” she begins, “this is Rage. He’s been stalking me for weeks.”

One of Fox’s men clears his throat and looks away.

I grin down at my little spitfire. “Don’t be shy, Beauty. Tell them about how you come in my mouth every morning.” I lace my fingers together across her neck, remembering the taste of her. It gets my dick hard.

Her teeth left their mark, though. Pinpricks of pain settle across my shaft. I suffer in silence as my dick gets harder at the spark of defiance in my girl’s eyes. She’s hurting too, nursing a slight limp that I know Ruin and I put there. Probably banged up her knees earlier.

But that’s not the pain I see reflecting back at me—it’s something deeper, locked away inside her chest. Her warm brown eyes narrow as I stare into her face and search for the key. Will she melt if I kiss her? If I tell her how every man in the room is jealous of me right now? Will she finally let go of that pride she clutches way too damned tightly and let me in?

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