Page 95 of Take the Sub and Run

Andrei’s jaw clenched. Despite his plan to grab the first willing sub, over the course of the two days he'd been here, he had yet to scene with anyone.

The idea of touching anyone but Sofie made him feel vaguely ill, which only made his black mood worse. At this moment, he couldn't decide if he wanted to ask Mateus what the fuck he was talking about, or just skip ahead and punch him in the face.

“I’ll take over. The last playroom on the left is yours for the rest of the night.”

“Mateus, what the fuck are you?—”

Mateus tipped his head toward the far side of the room.

An angel was walking through the club.

She wore white—a thin white slip dress with slits almost up to the waist on both sides. With each step, the fabric shifted, exposing the curves of her hip. The straps were strands of pearls, with more pearls set in the arched silver tiara perched atop her pale hair like a halo in a Renaissance painting.

Her feet were bare, and with each step she took, they curled nervously against the floor before lifting to take that next step.

“Sofie,” Andrei breathed.

“She’s beautiful. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Stop looking at her.”

Mateus laughed. “I’m not the only one.”

He wasn’t.

All around the club, heads turned. In a sea of black, red, and neon, leather, latex, and vinyl, she stood out in her satin and white.

Her collarless neck would be like a catnip to some of these assholes. And he was chief among them.

Because he wanted her on her knees, his collar around her neck, the matching leash looped around his hand so that with a single tug he could pull her in for a kiss.

A Dom moved in, stepping in front of her, his hand resting on her hip. Thanks to the slit in the dress, two of his fingers were on her bare skin.

Andrei was already moving even as Sofie backpedaled with a gasp he could see but not hear.

She glanced around, her eyes wide, and his heart clenched. As brave and bold as she was, this club was far different than the empty, half-finished one in Amsterdam. And for someone who rarely left her home, the crowd and noise must be overwhelming.

He was three meters away when their gazes connected. He saw relief on her features, followed quickly by uncertainty, and then desire.

“Move,” Andrei snarled, loud enough to be heard over the music.

The Dom, who put his hands on her, looked back over his shoulder, spotted Andrei, saw his own death reflected in Andrei's face, and got the hell out of the way.

Andrei scooped Sofie into his arms and turned, heading for the private playroom where he could have his wicked way with his very own angel.

Sofie buried her face in Andrei's neck, hiding from the lights and noise.

Walking across that club with no idea where he was or what would happen when she found him, had been one of the scariest things she'd ever done. Scary and exhilarating.

She felt the eyes on her as she walked, and with each step was acutely aware that she wore nothing under the thin satin dress she'd quickly sewn, over the course of a half an hour, pausing to try it on and consult with Colette via video chat.

It was Colette who had suggested that since she needed to wear appropriate attire to get into the club—even with Landon intervening on her behalf with Rolf, who put her on the member list for the night—she dressed as an angel.

Sofie hadn't realized exactly how much she'd stand out until she had gotten here. With her face buried against Andrei's neck, she took a moment to process a few of the things she'd seen. Like the place in Amsterdam, this club had a large open space, but this one was fully outfitted with a variety of seating areas and stages.

One of the women on the righthand stage had been strapped to a St. Andrew's cross and was getting wax dripped on her nipples. A spanking bench on her left had a fully naked woman with a small crowd around her. The fact that at least five people held different implements, and even in the low light, the other woman's bottom looked incredibly red and sore, probably meant that people were taking turns spanking her.

She passed a woman kneeling between a man's feet. They hadn't been on a stage, merely lounging in a small cluster of armchairs. Well, at least the man had been lounging, his pants pulled down far enough to expose his cock, which his submissive was licking from base to tip in long, slow motions.

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