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I step right into Carter’s space but keep my gaze trained on her as a devious grin pulls on my lips.
“Certifiably insane,” I agree, to her utter horror.
“You deserve better, Carter.” She composes herself, expression turning smug as she purses her lips.
When I make to go for her again, she jumps and quickly turns on her heels, disappearing through the crowd.
I turn to Carter, who watches me with subdued amusement, one sinfully cocked eyebrow threatening to melt me right here, right now.
“I’ll kill the next one,” I say. “Rip her heart out and display it on your bookshelf in formaldehyde.”
I turn, a grin pulling at my cheeks, and walk toward our booked playroom, Carter right on my heels.
Chapter 28
Carter
I grab the waters and straws I ordered when she was in the bathroom, then follow Scarlet through the club. Her alluring hips swing as she walks toward the playroom we booked. At this point, I don’t even care where she leads me. I’ll probably follow, regardless.
How well this kitten played me since we met in that dark alley. The extent of her game became clear to me as she carefully stepped down the stairs into the club. She looked exquisite in the outfit I purchased for her, but it’s the mask that clued me in.
I’ve seen her before. Even had her in my arms once when she tripped as she walked by me. She was stunning, sinful body chaste in that modest dress, but it wasn’t what attracted me to her. Her scent did. So intriguing. So...tortuously familiar.
Now I know why.
I follow her without a second thought, the creature lurking beneath my surface trying to claw out and snap at all the men drooling over her as she passes them.
I’ll fill Scarlet with my cum until it drips on her thighs and the corner of her fucking lips so that every single goddamn man in this club can smell me on her and know thatshe. Is. Mine!
Too many eyes watch us as we stop by the playroom door. They eagerly wait for us to go inside so they can crowd by the window. They know me. They’ve seen me here before. But they haven’t seen Scarlet, and they’ve had their greedy eyes on her since the moment she stepped foot down those stairs.
I have a feeling she’s about to erase my memories of the other women who’ve been in this position before her.
Surprisingly, that thought doesn’t put me off.
I open the door for her and let her pass before I shut it behind me, observing her calculated steps as she clutches her fingers and fails to mask her evident nervousness. People outside already move before the window, but I grab the small remote and press the button to close the curtains. For now.
Silence falls without their loud stares as I turn to Scarlet.
Goddamn, she’s fucking ravishing, and my mouth goes dry in an instant. I stalk toward her, circling her waist, palm splayed on the bare middle of her back, sensing the instant goosebumps that bloom beneath it.
“You make this dress look like the most precious, expensive of gowns.” I pull her against me, running my hand up her spine, reveling in her shiver.
“It’s a beautiful dress . . .”
I shake my head. “No.Youare beautiful, Scarlet.”
“Thank you.” She almost whispers her reply, and I wonder if there’s a blush on her cheeks behind the mask.
“Now...” I let go, pacing around her, pretending to plan an attack I’ve mapped out in my mind already. I stop behind her, brushing the hair away from her neck, and plant a chaste kiss right there. “What do you want from me tonight, love?”
Her breasts rise and fall on heavy breaths, head dropping slightly to the side, and I accept the invite, swiping my tongue over that sensitive skin.
“Make me hurt.”
I stop, waiting for something else to follow. Laughter, maybe.
“Teach me a lesson,” she adds.
