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“Heaven, I’m happy you’ve decided to learn more about my lifestyle.”

I’m not sure how to respond. He’s not wrong. I know nothing about it. I owe it to him. I owe it to us.

“And I’ll pick out your outfit because I know what I want to see you in. I have more experience with what a guest should wear. Since this is my scene, I’ll provide the appropriate clothing.”

He’s so goddamn infuriating, but his smooth-as-silk tone does so much to my body, I’m ready for his touch on me.

“And, Heaven, if you told me what to wear to court, I’d listen because you’re the expert.”

I scoff, but I don’t say a word. I hate when he’s right.

“You better lose that attitude, Heaven. I’ll not put up with it.”

There’s the command that would get most men slapped but with Luca, I want to climb his body and let him take me any way he wants. What is the difference between him and other men I’ve been with? I don’t have an exact answer, but in the weeks I’ve known Luca, he’s claimed a piece of my heart no other person ever has. That has to count for something, right?

“My driver will be over in an hour to drop off your outfit. Leave your hair down, but do those large curls you wore to my sister’s benefit. Be sure to wear light makeup tonight—mostly blush and bright red lipstick. After all, I don’t want streaks of mascara running down your face when you take my cock fully in your mouth.”

How does one respond to this sort of remark? And I don’t.

“I see I rendered you speechless, Heaven. My job is done. I’ll see you at eight p.m. Be sure to eat, but something light.”

He ends the phone call before I have a chance to tell him to fuck off, but the more he’s in my life, I realize I don’t want him to fuck off.

Another text comes through. I wonder what else the man can say to stop me in my tracks.

Luca:Full disclosure. I was at the club this morning for a breakfast type of get-together we have weekly. I watched a scene that cemented two things: you’re the only girl for me, and I want to see you bound, gagged, and naked for me, and only me.

Yes, that will do it. Now, I’m left horny, needy, and a fuck-ton jealous at his words when another text comes through.

Luca:Don’t you dare play with yourself; if anyone is going to make you orgasm, it’ll be me.

And fuck,it had been my idea. Shit, the bossy asshole now has left me wanting so much. I’m sure it was his goddamn plan.

When the door rings an hour later and I inspect the outfit, I stifle a snicker and a scoff. A catsuit? Does he want me to look like Zoe Kravitz from the newestBatmanmovie? Most likely the answer is yes. On further inspection, it’s two pieces, leather pants and a one-piece body suit, a built-in bra, pushing up the girls, and of course, as I had guessed, no underwear. The outfit comes with a note.Wear your highest black heels.

I don’t own heels taller than three inches at almost six feet. Still, as I inspect myself in the mirror, I snap a picture, because goddamnit, I’ve never looked hotter. Hell, who knew this was inside of me? Maybe I can pull farther and find a place for Luca in my life, too.

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The estate is as luxurious as it appears on the website. Gates encompass the large house, a sprawling modern-day palace, there are two sets of stairs sweeping up to the top of the front door. “Take us around to the back of the house, the secondary entrance please,” he calls, opening up the partition just enough to speak to Anthony.

His devoted driver enters a parking lot, slowly going down a slight decline. “The club is in the back in the basement portion. Many come earlier to eat at the restaurant upstairs and shop at the store. There’s a lot to do in the main house, and the second and third levels house the staff and apartments for VIP guests.”

It seems almost normal, I think quietly. “And the main entrance?” I ask out loud.

He takes one last sip of his bourbon, never offering me a drink.

“I don’t have an Elite membership for nothing. We’re given the VIP treatment with our yearly dues.” For Luca, a small fortune wouldn’t hurt him. I can’t imagine the typical person can afford the membership let alone the one for Elite members.

“Before we go in, there are rules. You’re a guest, and for that reason, what happens behind closed doors stays that way.”

I nod my head but remember his number one rule.Words.

“Yes, I understand.”

“And if I ever figure out who outed me to you, I’d have her sponsor’s membership revoked so fucking fast, but I’m not going to push the matter.”

He’s calm and collected but the tone turns again, a little lower each time he speaks.

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