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I shook my head, taking a large gulp of my drink as I shoved those thoughts away. I wouldn’t let my past ruin this fun for me.

When the song ended, some of the men exited the stage, prowling through the aisles. My eyes were glued on the guy with the back tattoo as he stayed on the stage. Soon, the others returned to the stage with some women they’d chosen from the crowd. I blew out a laugh, realizing the cocktail hour before theshow was for the dancers to determine which women wanted the special attention. Smart. There were probably people here who only wanted to watch while others desired more. Scoping out the crowd before the show was the best way to do it. The men who didn’t have any women, headed toward the stairs, disappearing from view when the DJ changed up the song again.

Everything about this was sexual. The music. The men. Their moves. One of them laid a woman down on the floor of the stage and climbed on top of her before grinding his hips against hers. He didn’t hesitate, lowering his head to kiss her throat. Another woman had her legs wrapped around one of the dancers as he carried her.

A couple of others were dancing around the room, touching women who were still sitting. One was dancing on Hayley, and she was living it up as her hands roamed all over him. My eyes darted back to the stage to the woman laying down as the guy nudged his knee between her thighs. Even though she had pants on, there was no denyingwherehe was touching her when her body writhed.

Apparently, there was no part of the body off-limits as he continued to press his knee to her body, causing her to buck her hips. I never thought I’d get hot watching things like this, but it was impossible not to. The atmosphere was electric.

When the song changed again, the men led the women back to their seats before doing another dance. Then a voice rang out over the music, and I recognized it as the man who had used the microphone in the beginning.

“Tonight’s theme is belts,” his voice boomed. “Are you all ready?”

My heart pounded against my ribs as I studied the men, realizing every single one of them had a leather belt on their jeans. Some women were standing from their seats, clearly wanting to be the ones involved in this part of the show.

My eyes widened when one guy wrapped his belt around a woman’s throat before leading her to the stage.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

My view was suddenly obstructed by a muscular chest. I only caught a glance of his mask before he bent over, grabbing me. I screamed when he threw me over his shoulder before striding back to the stage. I braced my hands on his bare back, my pulse thudding when I saw his tattoo. This man was paying special attention to me tonight. Craning my neck, I caught Char’s eye before I got too far, and she grinned, giving me a little wave.

Nerves were freely flowing through me as we got to the stage, but it wasn’t enough for me to back out of this. I wasn’t shy when it came to sexual activities. Although, this was the first time I’d ever done anything like this. In front of an audience.

Once we were on the stage, the dancer pulled me off his shoulder, and I landed shakily on my feet. I could feel stares on me, making my skin prickle with a new heat I’d never felt before. I was curious what was going on around me, but I wanted to look at the man who’d grabbed me more. He didn’t give me a chance to meet his eyes when he spun me around, trapping my arms behind my back.

Keeping his hold on my arms with one hand, I squirmed when I felt leather wrap around my wrists. It only took a few seconds before my arms were bound tight enough that I couldn’t slip out, no matter how much I wiggled. My heart leaped in my throat when his lips brushed my ear.

“Stay still for me,” he demanded, his deep voice barely audible over the music.

Without waiting for an answer, he turned me again until I was facing him. A new touch landed on my waist. I looked over my shoulder to see a new masked man behind me. His one hand stayed on my hip, while holding a small liquor bottle in the other. His wicked smile seemed somewhat familiar, but Icouldn’t focus enough to even try to think about that because another hand touched my neck before traveling upward and fisting my hair. It was the guy with the back tattoo, standing in front of me, who was gripping my hair, but he made sure I couldn’t look at him.

I had no choice but to stare upward when the hold in my hair tightened. The guy behind me lifted the bottle until it was in my view, before he slowly poured it until the alcohol hit my exposed neck. It traveled down to my chest, but before the alcohol reached my shirt, something else touched me right where the trail of liquid was. It was wet and warm, and no doubt the man’s tongue.

He licked right between my breasts, moving upward, drinking whatever was being poured on me. His tongue hit my collarbone, causing a shiver to rip through me. Heat built in my stomach, and my pussy clenched when he nipped at my skin.

The music was nearly deafening. Women were screaming both in excitement and pleasure. But all I could focus on was the tongue slowly trailing up my throat. My eyes were closed, his touch sparking a fire through me. He got to my ear, biting down on my earlobe, making me cry out.

Fuck me. My body was begging for him to keep going, and I arched my back, pressing myself into him even more.

His breath hit my cheek before he spoke.

“You look so good all tied up and moaning for me. Who knew you could be such a good girl when you’ve spent the last five years being so fucking bad?”

He was talking right in my ear, and this time I could hear him.Really hear him. His voice had my past swallowing me whole, and panic climbed through my limbs. My eyes flew open when I tried yanking out of his grasp, but he only gripped my hair harder, keeping me in place. His lips brushed my jaw, giving me a light kiss.

“Did you miss me,wife?”

CHAPTER 4

talie

His hold in my hair finally relented enough for me to look at him. The second my eyes met his hazel ones, dread smothered me. No wonder he hadn’t looked me straight in the face before this. Even with his mask on, I would have realized who he was.

“Damian,” I choked out, trying to twist my wrists out of the belt.

His smirk was downright sinful as his eyes dropped to my chest. “Mm. You taste as good as I remember.”

The guy standing behind me kept a tight grasp on my hips as Damian lowered his head. My eyes tracked his moves as he swiped his tongue back over my chest, licking up the last drops of the alcohol. Unlike the last time he did it, I couldn’t enjoy it. Not when I knew how royally fucked I was.

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