Page 103 of The Secrets That Kill

“Want to go to some other places, Pollyanna?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My dick twitches. We hit two other clubs before I decide it’s time to do a guest visit to Broken Angel. I take her down into the hard-core kink areas because that’s where I know we’ll be spotted.

There’s blood play. People branded. Extreme rope play. Ivy is mesmerized by it all. We stop in a dark corner. I slip a hand into her dress, a dark thrill rushing straight to my dick when I massage her sweet tits. I tweak and pull her hard nipples and she moans, her head falling backward.

“Naughty Pollyanna. You forgot your bra. Are you wearing panties?”

She grins, staring up at me through thick lashes. “No, Sir.”

“Have you been naked under that dress all fucking night?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I bite her throat and she lets out a little squeal.

“Can I touch you?” she whispers against my ear.

“Is this turning you on?”

She doesn’t answer, and it suddenly hits me. The kink performances, the people living their best lives and fucking in various states of dress isn’t what’s doing it for her.

She’s turned on byme.

“Oh, fuck, you’re turned on by me doing things to you. Tying you up. Whipping you. Using you. All the things…”

“Yes, Master. I want you to do all the things you want to me.”

I pull my hand free. Fuck the “here to be seen” bullshit.

We’ve been seen.

Mission accomplished.

“Home, Pollyanna. Now.”

Because I can’t wait another second to take that sweet pussy.

Fuck all the risks.

Screw all the damn consequences.

She will be mine tonight.

TWENTY-FIVE

ivy

I’m shaking,lost in lust. In aching need.

Mercer rushes me out of the club and into his car. His hands and mouth on me with an urgency that sings in the air and brings it into beating life.

I don’t just let him devour me like dinner. I urge him, my hands twisted in his hair, my mouth seeking his. I touch him, too, not giving a damn if I should wait, if I should ask. I don’t care about consequences. Right now, I need to feel his arms wrapped around me like the snuggest blanket, squeezing me tight like he never wants to let me go.

The want is overwhelming, all-consuming, and I’m willing to take whatever delicious punishment he hands out. I don’t like him, I like him, I want him…I’m falling into him and can’t help myself, because he was right in what he said to me at the club.

The things I saw, the wilder, darker things, the clarity of how I was witnessing all the erotic things that these people wanted, terribly naked and intimate things. Souls stripped bare so they could indulge in exactly what they wantedwasa turn on for me.

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