Page 3 of Into the Blue (Shades of Vengeance #1)

“Right.” He looks agitated as he takes the last blunt from my fingers. His voice is distorted as he talks through the smoke in his lungs. “And leave the King by himself? Nah.”

I tilt my head over to the two men keeping watch. “I have Marcell and Benito here. You should go.”

Redd thinks over my words for a bit before handing me the blunt back.

“Fine. I’ll be sooo miserable meeting Steph in your stead.

” I narrow my eyes at him because I know for a fact I didn’t tell him where we were meeting my real estate agent.

He just bumps my fist before walking over to his car.

Lonny rode with him, but I guess he’s going back with me.

From out the car window, Redd yells, “Enjoy that. You need a nut,” with a big smile on his face. The clown.

I flip him the bird and he pulls out of the lot with a screech of his tires.

The hall to the private rooms is darkened and empty by the time I make my way back inside. It’s hard to tell just how big any of the rooms are or where the door actually is if it weren’t for the oversized chrome numbers on them.

I enter my code onto the keypad on the door and walk inside. Marcell and Benito wait outside the door and let it close behind me.

I huff a laugh at how the room is all black velvet and the lighting casts everything in a cool blue tone. Just for me.

The back wall is upholstered in tufted black velvet that several chains hang down over. I didn’t request any type of bondage, but it’s clear if I wanted to tie her up, I could.

Black linens stretch taught over the bed with small mahogany tables on either side.

Opening one of the drawers, I see it’s filled with lube and toys.

There are some other tools , but I don’t know what purpose they serve.

I decide not to open the next drawer because I don’t plan on using any of it tonight.

I grab a piece of gum from my back pocket and start chewing it to get the taste and the dryness from the smoke earlier out of my mouth.

Lying back on the loveseat just to the right of the bed, I relax in the silence of the sound-proof room and wait for the blingy woman to finally enter.

Diamond .

Everything about her glimmered and I like flashy things.

With everything I’ve had to do to earn the title of King, I deserve a treat.

This jawn is one treat I need to take a bite out of.

I hear the click of the door and look up to the sound of the club’s music coming in and disturbing my brief moment of peace.

Her legs catch my notice first and I take a slow perusal of her. Again.

Still just as good as I remembered the view being.

“Shall I put something on for us, baby?” Her sultry voice slips around me like silk as she approaches a tablet on the wall which must control the sound system in here.

“Nah, not baby.” I tell her. “Blue.”

“Blue,” she purrs. The sound of my name on her lips is a welcome one. Each deliberate step my way, creating a sway in her stride I can’t look away from.

I don’t know what this woman’s doing to me, but I can’t keep my eyes off of her.

“Well, Blue…” she runs a finger over the chains at my neck and falls into the loveseat. “I’m Diamond.”

It’s graceful and easy for her to drape her body over mine. Her ass in my lap and her legs crossed over the arm of the seat. Warmth radiates off of her, but it's the smell of magnolias that lingers around her, causing me to lean in.

I blow a small bubble with my gum as I assess her .

Not one ounce of intimidation comes off this girl. Like she already knows me or, more likely, she doesn’t know enough to be afraid.

She takes two dainty fingers to my lips and before I know it, my gum is in her mouth.

My hand finds her thigh and the soft give of her supple skin underneath my palm distracts me for a moment. “What is it you came for, if not my playlist?” She blows a bubble herself and I’m still stuck on the fact I’m no longer in possession of my gum.

There’s a gentle pull from her at the longest chain on my neck that catches my attention again.

“You’re new,” I say. My voice coming out thick with the fantasies of all the ways I want her blaring through my mind.

Big, brown eyes blink up at me. “To this club, yea. But every club is the same after a while.”

She’s not drunk or high or anything. All the dancers are usually one or more of those things.

I meet her eyes and they’re unguarded as she looks back at me. “That right?”

She nods, slowly. “Unless you have something new to show me…” There’s a tease in her statement.

Maybe it’s a dare.

Something new? I can do that.

“Stand,” I tell her and she gets to her feet. With a hand on her hip, and the blue reflecting off her brown skin, every one of her delicious curves is on display.

“Spin.”

She’s the picture of desire as the little skirt has risen just a bit for me to see the deep cleft of her ass is peeking through. I want to bite it. A little glimpse of the black g-string she must have on under this thing is all that separates her from my touch.

When she’s returned to facing me again, she asks, “Will I do?”

Taking a deep breath in, I exhale the idea that I will not be giving this woman all my attention. “You will. ”

I pull the k-bar from my hip and cut the black fabric off her hips. I’m quick and even though she flinches, my knife is sharp enough to remove the skirt before she can register it.

In a mess of strings sliding down her body, Diamond stands before me in only a tiny g-string and an even smaller triangle bra top.

She does nothing to cover her body, but instead steps over the ruined clothes to bend at the waist over the bed.

Her peachy ass is on full display for me. So round and soft, I can’t see the little slit just waiting for me tonight.

My eyes trail over the arch of her back to the lust glittering in her eyes when she says, “Does this mean we can start?”