Page 8 of His to Steal (Unforgettable)

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An unusual feeling knotted his stomach and tightened his ribs. This gorgeous, entrancing woman was in a serious relationship with some guy.

The same guy who brought her here, to a sex club and for some unknown reason, that fact really bothered him. He didn’t even know her, but he sure as hell wanted to do bad things with her.

She appeared out of nowhere. A sexy temptress with an hourglass figure to die for and juicy pink lips that he wanted wrapped around his dick urgently.

“It’s my business when you’re a member of my club, Lana,” he rasped. His gaze never wavered, focusing on those wide ocean blue eyes that reflected tiny sparkles of light. “Tell me what happened downstairs?”

She stepped sideways, leaning even closer to the desk for support or to keep a safe distance from him. “Rory vanished shortly after we arrived. He left me on my own,” she admitted. “It’s my first time in a place like this. I felt like I’d been thrown to the lions.” And now she had been handed on a plate to the devil himself.

His jaw tensed. “The man you consider a potential husband abandoned you the minute you got here?” Marcus expelled a puff of air through his nose in disgust, startled by the blood scorching through his veins like liquid fire.

He had only just laid eyes on her, yet anger simmered under his skin when he released her boyfriend had left her all alone in a place like Verto Veneri.

In fact, what shocked him most of all was the intense feeling of lust combined with a need to protect. The edge of the pages crumpled as his fingers tightened.

“I’m sure he’s fucking someone else right now, without a care in the world for you, beautiful,” the words ambled out of his mouth with brutal honesty. There was no need to sugar coat the harsh facts.

Her head bowed and a quiver of guilt shook his bones. "It was all Rory's idea," she sighed, sliding a hand to her hip and repositioning the fabric nestled close to her thigh. "He promised me it was just innocent fun - a bit of risky behaviour that wouldn’t have any consequences.”

Marcus tapped his index finger to his mouth and expelled a long breath from his nostrils. She looked small and fragile but that fine, sexy body was built to tease.

He found himself fantasising about the hidden skin beneath her dress.

“He loves me." She protested with a pinched expression. "It will make our sex life better." The word sex crackled in the air like a flare, making his dick twitch. “I know exactly why we came here, Mr. McGrath.” Her ocean blue eyes held his gaze. “I was supposed to find a guy for myself. Rory has carte blanche to fuck whoever he wants but I draw the line at sleazy creeps like Bingo Balls.”

Her arms folded in a comforting self-hug and her eyes misted ever so slightly. It was obvious she was trying to convince him, and herself, that she wanted to be a member of his secret sex club, but her actions spoke louder than her words.

Silky blonde strands framed the confusion painted on her pretty face and her rigid posture told him she was unsure, if not a little scared.

Bingo Balls?Marcus smiled inwardly, holding back a bubble of laughter that dared to ripple in his chest, blasting shards of light into his caged heart.

His expression remained stern, only his lips twitched. An unusual desire to shelter Lana Craig niggled amidst his yearning to taste her luscious pink lips. She wasn’t his usual super model type. She was naturally beautiful with sexy curves in all the right places.

Her vivid blue eyes penetrated his soul while her silky Northern Irish accent tightened his groin. It wasn’t a harsh broad accent like the city girls, but more refined and pronounced.

A voice that men would pay good money to hear across the phone lines. His renowned sexual appetite had never been satiated by just one woman and most likely, never would.

Why does she keep licking her lips?

“Sit,” he commanded. “We need to discuss the implications of your actions, Lana.”

He strode towards two white symmetrical sofas, setting her papers on an oblong coffee table, waiting for her to sit. Lana chose the sofa opposite him, nudging an ochre cushion out of the way.

Marcus edged around the glass table ledge and sunk down beside her. Resting his arm across the back of the sofa, he appeared casual and relaxed as he observed her like she was prey.

Lana, on the other hand, kept her back stiff and straight, knees pressed together and ankles crossed.

Facing ahead, her eyes darted right, daring to look at him.

“Lana, when a client breaks the rules, we terminate their contract with immediate effect,” he said without regret, “That means they can never come back or re-join in the future.”

She sighed loudly, her shoulders rounded. “Rory spent a fortune getting us a membership. He pulled together the extortionate annual fee after months of saving and working long hours.”

Marcus scratched the shadow on his jaw. “It also means that your…” he paused. “That Mr. O’Hare will not be permitted back either. The contract is per couple.”

“Really?” She spun around to face him, her beautiful eyes glazed in shock. “Rory will be furious.”

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