Page 83 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Conor’s eyes had warmed at her jealous declaration. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

She felt a tummy flutter of satisfaction, because she,fine, loved how possessive they got, how quickly they accepted her for being the same way. She was a motherfucking mess. The second she got home, she was hiring a therapist.

That was, if she ever made it home.

If she evenwantedto go home.

She shook herself inwardly. She was in a sex club. It wasn’t the time for rumination, but for seeing and doing some sexy fucking shit. And then having a meeting with the witness who could clear her men’s names and set their lives back to normal.

But what was that normal, in the future?

Micah put his hand on her bare lower back and guided her forward. As they moved through the bar, Kara started noticing things that were a little more sex club-y: a woman leaning back in a booth, eyes shut tight in ecstasy. Peeking under the table, Kara saw a man with his head between the woman’s bare thighs.

“C’mon, nosy girl,” Conor tsked at her and they kept moving forward, passing through the dining room into another room—similar in set up, but radically different in the activities taking place in it.

On the bar inthisroom, a man lay naked, cock straight up in the air, as a group of women gathered around him and ate sushi off his naked body. Again, something she’d heard of, but had never imagined seeing in real life.

“Wow, I am a secret country bumpkin, aren’t I?” she muttered.

Micah laughed. “It’s a lot to take in for a first time.”

Glancing to her side, Kara almost tripped—what she had thought were paintings of naked women wereactualnaked women tied to empty human-sized picture frames. They were beautiful and sexy, and Kara felt her pussy clench at the possibility of being trapped in one of those frames. Would the men fuck her? Eat her out? Or just stand there and discuss her naked body like she was the work of art?

“See something you like?” Micah murmured, stopping at the live art with her.

“Maybe,” she offered, glancing at him from under her lashes.

“Hmmm,” he purred. “What if we picked you up and put you in that frame? It wouldn’t matter what you did, how you fought back, no matter what you said—you’d be trapped like another beautiful piece of art, forced to hang there while we did whatever we wanted to you.” He growled. “You like that idea, I can see it in the way your eyes are dilating.” He sighed. “Too bad there’s no way Conor would agree to it.”

She blinked. “Luke would?”

Micah lifted a shoulder in a shrug much too elegant for a man his size. “At this point, Luke would agree to anything you wanted, so long as you stayed.”

Her cheeks flushed hot, and she had to bite back the denial.

“And you?” she countered.

“I don’t mind if other people see you naked. They can’t touch, but they’re welcome to admire what belongs to me. I’m generous that way.”

He watched her, as if waiting for her to refute “belongs to me,” but she didn’t. It would be a lie, wouldn’t it?

“So generous,” she murmured.

His eyes lit up, but before he could answer, Luke and Conor caught up to them.

Conor glanced at the frame, then at Kara and Micah.

“No.”

“But look at how much the idea turns her on,” Micah pointed out. “She’s clenching and rubbing those juicy thighs together. It’s our job to bring her fantasies to life, isn’t it?”

She watched, bemused, as Conor shook his head like he was getting rid of an annoying fly. “Usually I’d let you manipulate me, but not this time. No one sees Kara naked but us, isn’t that right, obedient girl?”

He didn’t even give Kara a chance to respond—or consider if she even wanted someone else to see her naked. Dislodging Micah’s hand, Conor pulled her into him, arm around her hip as he moved her—because there was no other way to describe it—through the rest of the room before nodding at the booth in front of him. She sat, sliding over for Conor and Micah on both sides of her. Luke sat across from her, his eyes dark with either sadness or lust, or maybe both. She wanted to ask, she wanted to get through to him, but all they would do is turn it back around on her, and she didn’t want to open up.

Sex club, sex club. No sad thoughts in the orgasm room.

“So, what time is the contact supposed to meet us?” she asked.

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