Page 14 of The Delta's Rogue
She swallows as her fingers lift to the fabric, brushing over where it clings to the front of her neck.
I deftly tighten and tie it. When it’s done, I spin us a quarter turn to face the full-body mirror to the right of the club’s entrance, my hands once again gripping her upper arms as I slide my body right behind hers, so my chest presses into her back.
With a thundering heart, she meets my eyes in the mirror.
I drop a kiss right above the bow of her makeshift collar, no longer attempting to resist my urges to shower her with affection. There’s no reason to resist right now. Not while we’re pretending to be a Dom and his sub.
“Look how fucking sexy you are.” My voice is a deep, heavy rasp in my chest.
It vibrates through her body, and she shudders again from my warm breath on her skin and the timbre of my voice, her lashes fluttering.
“Are you ready, Baby Girl?” I ask.
Her eyes open again, and she smooths her palms down the front of her dress. “Yes, Sir.”
I inhale Sarina’s honeysuckle scent and kiss her neck one more time, then step around her and offer her my elbow before we head into The Black Door.
The door shuts behindus as we enter the lobby of the club. Sarina clings to my arm with shaking hands. Her eyes dart around the space, examining every inch of the sleek, luxurious decor that surrounds us, but my eyes remain forward, my mask already falling into place.
The pack doesn’t own this business, so I can’t barge into the club and demand to be seen. If Lennox is inside, that will only alert him to our presence.
No. We have to stay undercover and incognito for as long as possible.
“Mr. Stone!” The bouncer, Gerald, extends his hand in greeting.
I shake it and offer him a tight, polite smile.
“A pleasure to see you here, as always,” Gerald says as he releases my hand. “And who might this be?” He turns his attention to Sarina.
She peers up at me with wide eyes, a hint of demure hesitance playing across her features.
I take her hand in mine, removing it from my elbow so I can wrap my arm around her waist. My palm rests casually yet possessively on her hip, which I give a reassuring squeeze.
“This is Sarina.” My voice is laced with pride as I gaze down at her with heated eyes.
Gerald nods at her. “You look lovely tonight, Sarina.”
She continues to stare at me, and I can hear and feel her heart pounding.
I squeeze her hip harder and lean into her, raising my brows slightly. “What do you say?” I ask her, almost too quietly for him to hear.
She swallows and ducks her head, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Thank you.”
“You must be very special,” he continues, flicking his eyes to me. “Mr. Stone has never brought anyone with him before.”
Sarina glances at me again, waiting for me to speak.
“This is a first for both of us,” I admit, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Sarina is a little nervous. She’s never been to a place like this. I brought her here tonight so she can observe and get a feel for what it’s like.” My fingers trail along her jaw to her chin, and my thumb rubs under her lower lip as she peers at me through her lashes. “I’d also hoped I might speak with Forrest,” I say to the bouncer, tearing my eyes from Sarina’s.
“I’ll let him know you’re here.” He glances once more at Sarina. His eyes linger on the straps of her heels before they land on the collar I placed around her neck before we entered. “Would you like to have someone give you a tour, miss? Or will Mr. Stone be showing you around tonight?”
She glances at him, then flicks her eyes towards the curtained doorway. “I—”
I pinch her hip and raise my brow at her, clearing my throat. She shuts her mouth, her cheeks heating, as her hand curls into a fist behind my back.
I lift her gaze to mine with my hand on her chin. “Which one would you prefer, Baby Girl?”
Her body tenses with my utterance of her new nickname, her neck arching subtly just like at the dance club. My cock twitches in my pants, and my hold on her tightens, my body tensing too as I work to hide my growing desire for her.
