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“Would you like that, little prisoner?”
“Yes.”
Say no, damn you.This man has kidnapped you—he’s not your boyfriend or date.Gah.
“Good girl.” His fat fingers slide in and out a few more times as those silver, smoky eyes roam my face with almost an amused glint within them.
“Ohhhh god.”
“Don’t come,” Maddox warns me, and my questioning gaze meets his. “I want you wet and craving me all night.”
Is he kidding?
That’s torture. I’m wet and in need of release. He can’t leave me in this state. This is just another type of control. I’m starting to see a trend.
“No. I can’t go in there like this.” I panic and tighten my pussy around his fingers.
“Such a naughty little cunt. Behave.” He lets out a dry laugh and pulls out, smacking my clit.
Holy hell. My nerves leap as my juices soak my tiny silk panties.
“Maddox,” I hiss.
But he’s already pulling my skirt back down, and before I can argue any further, we arrive at our destination.
The Alliance Club.
The door opens, Maddox climbs out, then holds out a hand. I take it, glance around, and let him lead me toward the door.
I already knew that it was located at the golf course owned by Travis Warner, the billionaire. More proof that Maddox is as wealthy as I suspect.
His two bodyguards shadow us as we enter the lobby and head down a dark hallway to the exclusive club.
“Good evening, Mr. Sterling.” The doorman nods and opens a solid black door, exposing a world I could never have prepared for.
My mouth drops open, and I tighten my grip on Maddox’s hand because he stops and glances down at me.
“Kyra. I won’t leave your side,” he rumbles. “No one will touch you or fucking look at you. Do you understand?”
I nod, grateful as I swallow.
He’s brought me to a sex club. My pussy is throbbing with unfulfilled need and seductive music pulses around us.
That’s just the start, I realize as he leads us farther inside.
It’s not seedy as one would expect a sex club to be, likely due to the obvious luxury and wealth emanating from every inch of the establishment.
The members pay no attention to us and that’s likely nothing to do with us, and everything to do with how...busy they are.
My eyes roam over three people to my left. The man has his cock in his hand, stroking it, while the woman kisses another man. I’m confused at first, but the closer we get, I notice her top has been tugged down to expose her breasts, and there is a girl on her knees below her licking her out.
Jesus.
We keep walking and I see a man sitting on his own. But he’s not. A second later, a head pops up and then down again over his lap.
My body buzzes inappropriately, turned on by all of it.
“Like what you see?” Maddox asks, releasing my hand and sliding it over my behind.