Page 49 of Ruthless Salvation

I marched toward them on a mission. “Desire, honey—” I started.

“It’sDestiny,” she said, clueless to my condescension, though she did relinquish her hold on Torin.

A feline grin split my face. “Yeah, that’s what I meant. Jolly’s looking for you. Said some customer came in yelling earlier.” I leaned close and put my hand to my mouth as if not to be overheard but continued at a normal volume. “Something about you giving him chlamydia. You’re gonna want to go talk to Jolly.”

Little Miss Destiny gaped at me like I’d just farted all over her birthday cake. “I don’t … that can’t be right,” she sputtered with a horrified look at Torin before bolting for the back.

When I finally looked at Tor with a satisfied grin, he stared at me from eyes hooded with desire.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

I shrugged. “We can’t all be perfect all the time.”

He reached for my hand, hooking one of his fingers with mine and walking us backward. His eyes never left mine. His hold wasn’t secure enough to actually pull me with him. I had to go voluntarily, which I did wholeheartedly.

I hadn’t noticed, but we were only steps away from the door to the first private room. Rooms reserved for lap dances and … other unlisted services.

My heart rate leaped to a gallop.

What was he planning to do? These rooms all had surveillance cameras that someone monitored while the club was open.

Torin closed the door behind me, his body remaining inches from mine. “You, Stormy Lawson, wear jealousy like a goddamn crown. Never seen anything more beautiful.”

My chin hitched upward. “She was out of line taking such liberties with her boss.”

I’d never seen anything as captivating as the grin that lit his face. It knocked the air from my lungs.

“You don’t have to explain a thing.” He lifted his arms to either side of him. “Everything you see here is 100 percent yours. You want it, show me. Get on your knees and take what’s yours.”

“The cameras…” I started, wariness etched in my voice.

He brought his hand to my cheek, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You trust me?” he whispered, his eyes boring like azure beacons deep into my soul.

Did I trust him? That was the million-dollar question. It might have been reckless, and I might end up hating myself for it, but I knew the answer.

I nodded.

“Say it, Stormy. Tell me you trust me.”

“I trust you, Tor.”

An audible rumble reverberated from his rapidly expanding chest.

“Step back into this corner.” The seductive timbre of his voice was enough to mesmerize me into motion. “It’s a blind spot. The camera can’t see you there.”

I did as he instructed, lowering myself to my knees and attacking his belt with surprising fervor. I wanted this. I wanted to take him in my mouth and make him lose all control. I wanted to taste him like he’d tasted me and know that for the rest of the night while he worked, the kiss of my lipstick would mark where I’d been.

My tongue ran along my bottom lip at the sight of his heavy cock swaying free from his pants. I hadn’t actually seen it until now. It was so freaking thick, I wasn’t sure how he’d fit in my mouth.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

I nodded, exploring the feel of him in my hand. Thick veins ridged beneath warm, soft skin that begged to be licked … so I did. From base to tip like it was one hundred degrees outside, and he was a melting popsicle. I slurped and sucked and devoured every inch of him, my eyes peering up to witness his reaction. I wasn’t disappointed.

Torin’s hand cupped my head reverently. “Fuck, your mouth was made for my cock.”

I used my free hand to clasp his heavy balls and give them a gentle tug.

Tor hissed through clenched teeth. “Not gonna last long, you keep that up.”

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