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Besides, I was beyond horny. The alcohol had worked its way into my bloodstream and my desire was turned all the way up after nearly an hour exploring the house.

Was this why people liked porn? Because I had to admit, if only to myself, that I liked it.

“Back to the lounge?” Wolf asked, his gaze searching mine.

“Or do you want to find someplace to fuck?” Otis asked hopefully. “Because I’d definitely like to fuck if you’re down, doll.”

I thought about my options. The speakeasy was aesthetically pleasing and the Turkish lounge and beach room seemed relaxing, but the hazy lighting and crowd of bodies in the rave room promised a little anonymity.

Not that I’d decided to sleep with Wolf and Otis again — I definitely hadn’t — but we had time to kill while we waited for Jace, and I was on a mission to ditch my good-girl persona. At least the rave room would be fun.

(Listen, I knew I was kind of lying to myself, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.)

So what was it going to be? Play it safe and wait for Jace in the lounge or take a walk on the wild side?

“Let’s go to the rave.”

Chapter 37

Daisy

Iwasn’t oblivious to the glares Wolf and Otis aimed at anyone daring to look my way on the way to the rave room — women included. The message was clear: hands off.

Private property, asshole.

If I'd had an ounce of sense left in my head, I would have objected to being called Jace Kane’s property, but clearly my head was empty of everything but wallpaper samples and Beast dick.

I wasn’t proud of it, but I could at least be honest.

Wolf and Otis flanked me like soldiers protecting a VIP, and the crowd in the rave room seemed to part like the Red Sea, their naked bodies instinctively moving away from the Beasts like prey in the company of a couple of apex predators.

There were men in leather overalls with the crotch cut out to display their junk, women in nothing but pasties, and plenty of people wearing nothing at all, their bodies glistening with body glitter and sweat while they danced and kissed and fucked to the music spun by the DJ.

“I’ll get drinks,” Wolf shouted over the music.

“We’ll grab one of the VIP sections,” Otis said.

He put a hand on the small of my back and guided me out of the crowd, toward the edges of the room where mirrors lined the wall behind hot-pink vinyl couches divided by half walls of plexiglass.

Colored lights were strung on the top of the plexiglass, flashing over groups of people fucking on the sofas. Drinks and bottles of champagne littered low, round tables in front of the sofas, some of which were roped off with pink velvet rope while others were left open.

Otis led me toward an empty section, unfastened the rope, then refastened it after I’d stepped inside the cordoned-off area.

“What’s with the rope?” I asked. I took a seat on the vinyl sofa and hoped someone was walking around with a bottle of serious disinfectant, because judging from the moans of the foursome in the booth next to us, the couches probably needed a good cleaning several times a night.

“It’s a signal,” Otis said, settling next to me. He leaned back, looking ridiculously sexy with his thighs spread open, his white T-shirt highlighting his tan. He pushed a lock of blond hair off his forehead. “Open if you want company, closed if you don’t.”

“And we don’t want company?” I asked.

The guys had told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do, that we were just there to give Jace cover while he tried to access the business offices, but there had been another message implicit in their reassurances: whatever you want to do, we’re down.

“I don’t,” Otis said. “I just want you.”

“What if I said I wanted company?” I didn’t want company either. The thought of fucking Wolf and Otis at the same time threatened to fry the circuits in my brain. I wasn’t sure I could even handle anyone else.

I couldn’t even think about Jace.

I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours.

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