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"Come for us,démone." He commanded, releasing his hold on my throat and sliding his hand down my body to pinch my clit.

My vision went black around the edges, and I screamed my release. I couldn't hear him, but I saw the roar that ripped from Az as he gave into his rage. He looked around momentarily before picking up a small chair and launching it at the camera just before the screen flickered and turned to snow.

Leighton laughed loudly before gripping my hips roughly. The laughter died, giving way to harsh grunts as he chased his own release. The pace was rough and brutal; my eyes rolled back, and I arched my back to drive him deeper. He slammed my hips into the control panel with bruising force, but I couldn't findthe motivation to care about the marks that would be left behind as my core began to tense again.

Leighton's hips stuttered, and he let loose a low, throaty groan. His cock pulsed inside me, his release coating my inner walls before he slipped free. My core clenched around empty air where he had been just a second before, still seeking my second release.

"God, that's so fucking hot, seeing my cum drip out of you like that." He groaned.

"LEIGHTON!" Az's voice carried from somewhere in the house.

Leighton gave me a quick glance as I turned to face him before he shook his head and slipped through the paneled door without a word. I slid to the floor, drawing my knees against my chest as his footsteps receded into the distance. I wrapped my arms around my legs and pressed my eyes into my knees. Everything was so beyond fucked up.

I listened as Az yelled for Leighton, knowing he was running from the backlash of our coupling being played out over the intercom, as my body shook in the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life. Softer footsteps echoed just outside the control room, but I didn't bother to look up. My thoughts and emotions were too scattered to care who had come to retrieve me in Leighton's wake.

"Shit," Joey's hushed whisper reached my ears. "Let me see the wounds."

My head jerked up, my eyes landing on Joey's concerned face as his eyes raked over me. "What wounds?"

He kneeled beside me, sitting a small first aid kit on the floor, and raised his hands as if I were some wounded animal that needed to be cautiously approached.

"Did Leighton hurt you?"

"Aside from my ego?" I snorted.

Shock flitted across his face before he softened his expression. "Oh, okay. Good. That's good." He muttered, more to himself than me.

"Yeah, because fucking someone and immediately running away is such a good thing." I snarked.

Joey pressed his lips into a thin line before he spoke. "Leighton has a tendency to leave damage in his wake. I'm just a little surprised he was gentle with you." He stood and offered me his hand. There was no judgment on his face, just concern that creased his brows. "Let's get you dressed, and I'll run you a bath to soak your bruises."

"Yeah… sure." I stood, a disconnected daze washing over me.

I let him dress me and throw the ruined panties in a nearby trashcan before gently leading me from the camera room. He scanned each room we passed, alert as he led me through the house to my suite. He spoke calm reassurances as we went, but the tension didn't leave his shoulders until he closed my door behind us.

We didn't speak as he sat me down in a plush chair and went to the bathroom to run me a bath. It was so strange to be so thoroughly used by one and then cared for in the aftermath by another. Combined with the other events of the night, I was fairly sure my mind was a little fractured.

"Come on, Princess, your bath is ready. You get cleaned up and I'll be just outside. Az is on the warpath, and I think it's best you stay in your rooms for the night." He held his hand out to help me up, and I felt panic climbing up my throat.

"Please…" I couldn't make the words come out and had to grip the chair to find some stability. "Don't go. I don't…" My voice failed me as tears pricked in my eyes, and he crouched down, rubbing my leg in a comforting way.

"Shh, sweetheart. You're okay." His brows furrowed, and he looked contemplative for a moment. "Alright." He mumbled to himself before standing and picking up a sturdy wooden chair and jamming it under the doorknob of the entrance to my rooms. He picked me up and gathered me to his chest, striding to the bathroom.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You get cleaned up, I'll be right out there in the chair. I'll stay there all night to make sure you're safe."

CHAPTER NINE

Rich

I silently thanked Leighton for the paranoia that led to building a panic room into the wall behind our booth. The moment shots rang through the club, Craig opened the hidden door, and we'd pulled Victoria's friend inside. The woman had been surprisingly calm for the entire attack, keeping her eyes locked on the screens as things played out in the club. The only indication that she'd been rattled was the shuddering gasp she let out when she caught sight of Victoria being led out the back by the other guys.

The attack took less than fifteen minutes, our foot soldiers swarming into the club as soon after the silent alarm tied to the panic room had been triggered. They quickly subdued the dozen gunmen and cleared out all the patrons.

"Get her home and then get back here." I ordered Craig as I opened the hidden door.

"No fucking way. Take me to Tory. Now." she demanded, stomping one of her heels.

Craig arched an eyebrow at me. Her demand had taken us both by surprise. I shook my head and opened the door to the panic room.