Page 69 of Brutal Mercy

“And is that such a bad thing?” she teases.

“No. But I have plans that include us venturing forth into the world.” Although why I decided we should go out tonight is beyond me at the moment.

“Like it’s our first official date.”

Right. That. Because she’s so young, I want to make sure she doesn’t miss out on anything, including being wooed and romanced. And I’m going to take her on dates as often as I can.

“Precisely. But first, I have something for you.” I withdraw the platinum choker lined with diamonds.

Luna gasps. “Are those real?”

“Of course they are. Turn and let me put it on for you.”

She turns, giving me the graceful lines of her back. The dress hugs her curves to perfection. I want to fall on her like a ravenous beast. I affix the necklace. For the club we’re visiting, the necklace imitates a collar and will announce to every man present that she already has a Master.

She swivels around, touching the necklace with wonder on her face. “How does it look?”

“You’re sheer perfection. Shall we go?” I hold out my arm. She wraps her fingers around my forearm, and I escort her outside, checking for any signs of distress. While the heels she’s wearing are sexy as fuck, I don’t know if her ankle is well enough for them.

On the way to the club, we ride in the back seat, holding hands. Fuck, who am I? I’m the fearsome King of Torture in Denver’s criminal underbelly. And here I am, holding hands with my wife like a lovesick fool.

If only my enemies could see me now.

“How’s the ankle?”

“Better. And I know what you’re going to say. If it starts to be too much, I will tell you, and we can come home.”

“We won’t go for long. I just thought you might enjoy a night out.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I say as we pull into the parking garage for club members.

Lorenzo drops us off by the elevator. And it’s not until we’re in the elevator, riding it down to the club, The Eros Pit, that I begin to have doubts. This is a bad idea. I should abort. I’m not even a Dominant in the traditional sense.

But I do enjoy watching public scenes and have engaged in my fair share of kink. Plus, I admire the Ryan brothers with all their business enterprises, even though they are Irish and seem to be rather upstanding citizens.

The doors open, and the moment they do, a cacophony of sounds spill into the elevator. My gaze trails to Luna at the obvious sounds of sex taking place. Putting my hand on her lower back, I escort her inside, noting her wide-eyed expression.

Many of the men here are movers and shakers in Denver.

I steer her toward a small circular booth with a clear view of the scene alcoves. There are a few men I recognize and halfway consider friends. Although I don’t spy Gabe Ryan anywhere. But I’m not here to mingle with anyone but my wife. I usher her into the booth and slide in after her.

“Where did you bring me?” she breathes.

She’s fascinated. Her pupils are dilated. I want to crow in victory because this was the right call. “This is The Eros Pit. Only members are allowed inside the BDSM lifestyle club.”

“And you’re a member?” She’s intrigued. Her gaze keeps flicking to the people in the alcoves.

“Yes. Have you ever heard of it?”

“The club? No. BDSM? Yes. I’ve read all sorts of romances on the topic, so I understand the gist.”

“Tonight, I want you to watch. And let me know if there’s anything you see that interests you that you would like to try.”

“So we’re not joining in?”

Fuck. I don’t know how I got so lucky. She’s not running. She’s intrigued and aroused. “No. Because I don’t plan to share you with anyone else ever. But if there’s a scene you would like to try or want to explore, I’m more than happy to accommodate you.”

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