Page 113 of Say My Name

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People pack the club, something I like to see, and I’m happy the Saints and Sinners Ball is a success.

A soft red glow illuminates the club, and some members are swaying on the dancefloor, others at the bar.

There’s a couple kissing on my left as I lead Swan further into the club.

“Let’s get you a drink,” I say to Swan, who is watching a few people already getting into some action on a plush white sofa.

I can tell she’s nervous by the way she hasn’t really spoken a word since we left the house. Actually, she hasn’t said much since I met her family earlier today. Was she embarrassed to tell them who I was? It’s understandable. I’m sure it’s not thrilling to find out your daughter works at a sex club and is dating her boss.

Something about her sister was so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on how I know her.

We make our way over to the bar where Raven’s pushing drinks.

“Two Tito’s and sodas,” I say over the crowd. If Raven recognizes my voice, she doesn’t let on, and pivots to make our order.

In less than a minute, she’s sliding our glasses across the glossy wood and waits on the next customer. We take the drinks and move away from the crowded bar. Swan takes a gulp of alcohol, and I place my hand on the small of her back, leading her down a hallway toward a back room.

Adele said most of the front rooms would be open to let people do whatever they want and to keep everyone together in one open space to enjoy the festivities.

Even though most people will still slink away to dark corners to handle their naughty desires, mostly there’s a general party-like atmosphere.

I finish my drink in one swallow and set the glass down on an empty nearby table. I want all my attention on Swan tonight, nothing else.

Swan’s nearly finished her drink, and after she takes the last sip, I remove the drink from her fingers and turn around to place it on the table.

When I spin back around, some asshole has his paws on her, bending over to whisper something into her ear.

I can’t hear what he’s saying, and I don’t need to.

She’s mine.

I wrap an arm around Swan’s waist, pulling her closer to me. The man stands to full attention, and I puff out my chest, towering over him.

“She’s taken. Move on,” I tell him.

He’s dressed all in white, with a white mask covering the top half of his face. The smirk on his mouth pisses me off. “Why don’t we let the lady decide for herself who she’s with?”

I could easily crack his skull with one quick punch to his face, but I don’t want to cause that kind of commotion tonight. Not with Swan here.

Not when I want to focus on nothing but her pleasure.

She pushes on both of our chests with her dainty little hands. “I’m here with the devil,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me as she tells the man to get lost.

I tug her closer, planting my lips over hers. “That was the sexiest thing ever,” I tell her once I’ve broken the kiss.

“Oh yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you on?”

I raise a brow. “With you? Yeah. Haven’t you caught on yet?”

She stares at me with a puzzled look. “Caught on to what?”

“That you’re in my veins, Chloe.” I pull her into a dark alcove and kiss her with all the passion in my heart right now.

I don’t want to stop kissing her, but I know she has curiosities and I want to be the one she feels safe enough to explore them with.

I break the kiss. “What do you want to do first?”

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