Page 18 of Ashes of Saints

As if they will cleanse me of my sin.

I snort.

“Ella. Long time no see.” Zayne grins and shoots a look my way.

Ella. Thought I recognized her. Zayne and I had a threesome with her about six months ago.

“Hello boys. I was in town and thought I’d bring a friend with me to see your fancy club.” Ella turns to the stunning Black woman next to her. Dressed just as professionally in a tight dress, I wonder if she is also a lawyer. “This is Maya.”

You’d be surprised at who the members of Travis’s club are. The high-ticket membership and entrance fee mean only the upper income earners of society can get past the big fucking security.

“Nice to meet ya’ll.” Maya gives us a naughty smile.

I glance at Killian, smirking, as I spin the black ring I wear on my middle finger around. He has a weakness for a southern drawl, so I’m not surprised when he spreads out a long leg and his lip twitches.

That’s a yes.

“Nice to meet you, Maya.” Killian pats the seat beside him. “Join us. Bottle of champagne for the ladies, please.”

The server nods and darts around the corner where we have our own private bar.

We helped designed this place while Travis was coming up with the concept. We were half drunk and honestly, I’d highly recommend it to anyone creating a bar. What better state to be in? Jokes, but most of our ideas were implemented, and it's fucking awesome.

“This place is incredible.” Maya runs her gaze down the length of my body and stops when she sees the tent at my crotch.

Come and get it, sweetheart.

Travis walks Barbie or—fuck, let’s just call her Barbie—out, opening the space between Killian and me, where Maya sits.

Zayne is taking care of Ella and looks like he’s keeping her to himself tonight.

I force the image of Aurora to the back of my mind and focus on Maya and the silky walnut of her skin. I wonder if she likes the idea of two men.

Killian stretches his arm along the sofa behind her and his twinkling eyes meet mine and gives me a subtle nod. I return the invitation.

“Where are you from?” I ask, shuffling closer and dropping my drink on the table in front of me as I twist my body to chat.

“North Carolina. I work with Ella.” Her eyes roam the seductive space curiously. The mirrored screen between us and the main part of the club acts like a porn movie as others lick and fuck and suck.

It’s hard to not be aroused while you’re here. Many are intimidated and soon leave, realizing it's not for them. Others are here each week and pay the top prices, which makes Travis an extraordinarily rich man.

A billionaire like the rest of us.

Although most of his wealth comes from the golf courses that he owns across the country.

My gaze follows Maya’s hand as she slides it along the side of her skirt. When I lift it, she’s tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.

The server arrives with the champagne, and we watch as he pours it into flutes for the two women.

Ella already has her mouth on Zayne.

I lift the flute and hand it to Maya. “How do you feel about two cocks?”

Her eyes dart between Killian and me, shocked by my bluntness.

“First time in a sex club?” Killian asks gently.

We respect all the women in here and unless we strongly get the vibe that they enjoy non-con, we are definitely not in the business of taking what isn’t offered.

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