Page 11 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

“Don’t stop,” she said, arching into my touch.

Jesus, this woman was going to be the death of me.

The door clicked open. The heavy tread of footsteps entered the room. Merrick emerged into the ring of light on the stage—his dark eyes were level, unwavering, and scathing. Not for Kenna though. He looked directly at me.

Was it because Merrick thought I was a threat that needed to be neutralized in order to protect Kenna?

Or was it something else? Something more personal?

Merrick’s gaze shifted over to Kenna and his jaw flexed. She held his gaze as she leaned back, trailing her fingers over my cock.

“What were you saying, Merrick?” she asked sweetly. “I couldn’t hear you through the door.”

“Your costume fitting,” he replied through his teeth. “It’s in an hour. Baron is getting the car. Your manager will meet us there.”

Kenna hummed in disappointment and feigned a little pout.

“That’s too bad. I thought you might have changed your mind and decided to join the fun after all.”

“No,” Merrick said flatly. “I did not.”

He moved to the security pad at the entrance of the glass box. Pressing his hand to the screen, a wave of blue light washed over his palm from fingertips to wrist, and the door slid open with a hushed whisking sound.

“Get dressed,” he grunted. “Let’s go.”

Kenna sighed and reluctantly pulled herself away, adjusting her bra. I let my fingertips wander over her thigh in lazy circles.

“Think about my suggestion, will you?”

Kenna cast a smirk over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be the first one I call.”

Chapter Four

Merrick

When Kenna finally parted ways with Troy, I took her by the arm, guiding her out of Room Ten. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her with one of her lovers—undressed, indecent, still flushed with the afterglow of getting fucked. Troy seemed infuriatingly smug about it though, and I was tempted to wipe that damned smile off his face.

Baron met us in the foyer, falling into step beside Kenna as we walked out of the building and toward the curb where the car was waiting. In the early morning hours, Club Sin was quiet with fewer people milling around now that the evening’s adventures were over.

During the drive to the costume fitting, I couldn’t stop grinding my teeth. The memory of Troy’s hands on Kenna’s tits haunted me. The way she stroked his cock so openly while she spoke to me was an obvious challenge.

I thought you might have changed your mind and decided to join the fun after all.

I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling a steadying breath. Three years ago, Baron told Kenna she needed more protection and recommended me by name. He was my mentor when I joined Titan Defense and I was honored that I would get the chance to work closely with him.

Little did I know that it would prove to be the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced.

I was no stranger to working for wealthy, attractive women who thought they could use me to scratch that special itch for them since I was on their payroll. While I was always around, I made a convenient and easy target. The problem was that Kenna didn’t take no for an answer. Every time I rejected her advances, it only made her try harder to get my attention.

I turned my head, using the excuse of scanning our surroundings to steal a peek in the backseat. Kenna had her compact mirror popped open, cleaning up her faded and smeared lipstick after her…activities…with Troy.

When she was finished, she dug into the shopping bag she’d brought full of clothes on the seat beside her and unceremoniously started to strip. I faced forward again, my gaze resolutely trained on the road and passersby as I desperately tried to ignore the rustle of clothing in the backseat.

I didn’t miss the fact that Baron’s gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror. More than once.

Peeping Tom,I thought as a thorn of jealousy wedged itself between the spaces of my ribs.

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