Page 25 of Her Fearless Ronin

I looked at her suggestive dress, leaving little to the imagination, and sighed. It was going to be a very long evening.

“Okay, let’s go.” I rested my hand against her soft, bareback and cursed the situation even more.

What would have happened if things were different? I shook my head just as we reached the security at the entrance of the club.

I was doingexactlywhat I told her not to do. I was getting lost in what could have been.

“Name?” the man said, his eyes narrowing on the tattoo peeking out at the side of my neck. He moved a little, causing his jacket to open slightly and reveal his gun.

I had to admit I admired his smoothness and not-so-subtle warning.

“Jiro Saito.”

The man scanned his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

“The other list,” I replied.

He scanned it and shook his head. “Nope.”

I cursed Doyle inwardly, already reaching into my pocket to call Benetti.

“But maybe the little lady is on the list,” he added, his eyes locked on the curve of Hope’s breasts before licking his lips suggestively.

I let my hand trail down Hope’s back and grabbed her hip, pulling her toward me in a possessive gesture.

“Hope Myers?” she tried, leaning into me, and despite the dangerousness of the situation, I could not help but marvel at her seeking safety with me.

“Ah, yes. Hope Myers plus one.”

Doyle was a dick but a smart one. He ensured that I would take her no matter what.

“Please walk in. I’ll let Ronan know you’re on your way.”

Ikept my hand on Hope’s hip as we walked into the club. We fit so well together.

We followed a man through the main part of the club down to theDen of Forbidden Pleasures,as it was written on top of an archway.

“Please wait here; Ronan will come for you in a minute.”

As we waited, a curtain opened, revealing a blond woman being roughly fucked by a large man covered in tattoos.

The corridor started to fill with the passionate cries coming from the room, and after looking for a second, Hope snorted and rolled her eyes as if the woman’s cries of pleasure left her completely unaffected.

I looked down at her as she looked away, tapping her foot impatiently as she glanced to the door of Ronan’s office. It made me angry at her in a very unfair way. My body reacted to that woman’s pleasure but notforher; I couldn’t care less about her sexual prowess. No, I imagined Hope—lying on my bed, her lilac hair spread across my pillow as she made similar noises with my cock so deep inside of her, she would feel me for days.

I shook my head with a sigh, adjusting myself. It was not the time and place for these kinds of thoughts.

It’s never the time and place for thinking about Hope Myers! She is off-limits.

I should have just dropped it altogether, but how could she… “It doesn’t do anything to you at all?” I asked before I could think better of it.

She turned toward me, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

Sure, Jiro, tell her you’re a fucking perv. “Her pleasure,”I added, pointing at the window.

She waved her hand dismissively. “She’s a good actress. I’ll give you that.”

My frown deepened. “Why do you say that?” I glanced at the scene again, and the woman had her head back, her eyes rolled as she orgasmed. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips as I glanced back at Hope. “I can assure you that woman is not faking.”

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