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I wave her closer and slip the shoes on her feet.

She wobbles in the sky-high heels and grabs me, swaying in close. I take advantage and loosen the bow on her panties, pulling the lace apart a little so I can slide my fingers in and toy with her. I slip them along her wetness and push my fingers into her tight heat.

Harry gasps, then moans, and I pull out, tightening the laces and tying the bow.

I stand slowly and feed my fingers to her. She sucks them like she’s been doing this for years, like it’s just second nature because she’s a fucking pure-born sub.

And I’m so hard it’s going to be agony getting to the club.

I pull out of her mouth, wipe her wetness on her throat, and kiss it. Then I look at her. “Perfect.”

“I… where’s the rest of it?”

She looks around for more clothes.

“That’s it.”

“I can’t walk in these shoes.”

“Exactly.”

I kiss her hard, and then I lead her up the stairs, dressed in almost nothing at all.

And that’s where the real show begins.

TWENTY-TWO

harry

I clutch the cloak tight,feeling more naked than I actually am. I didn’t know the panties and bra would open to something obscene.

And now we’re… I don’t know where we are. Outside of Manhattan, in one of the boroughs. I completely lost track.

Torin, the most complicated monster I’ve ever met, gave me a gorgeous diamond choker and fastened it around my neck so that it presses lightly into my skin. The pressure kept bringing me to the brink of orgasm in the back of the car after he opened the panties to finger me, to stroke me into the almost moment of absolute sublime pleasure as he sucked on my exposed nipples. So yeah, I didn’t pay attention to where we were going.

But every time I tried to touch him, he stopped me.

When we pulled up to our destination, he fixed my clothes under the cloak before taking me inside.

The club is wild. Like nothing I’ve seen. I stare at a masked man being led around on a leash, all in leather, with a tail coming out of his ass.

“You want that?” Torin asks.

“I want you hung up somewhere so I can whip you until you can’t move.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Harry.”

I glare up at him, grabbing his arm as he moves so I don’t face-plant on the floor. A woman crawls past in shoes higher than mine, behind a man, and I suddenly know why he chose these shoes. They give me two choices—clutch on to him or get on the floor—because they’re clearly not meant for walking. “Because they won’t come true?”

“No.” He turns, the glimmer in his midnight eyes so intense I want to drop down in front of him and kiss his feet. The look isthatpowerful. “They just might.”

Something catches his eye then… a half-naked tattooed man who has a woman sucking his cock. He’s fisting her hair and she’s naked, with chains that link her piercings, and she’s going at it like her life depends on it.

He comes, shoving her face into his crotch and holding her there until she struggles. He keeps holding her until she’s limp, and then he lets her go. My jaw drops when he kicks her after she hits the floor. She rolls over, sits up, and wraps herself around his leg as he pats her head like she’s a pet.

“Are you going to make me do that?” I gape at the scene, unable to control myself.

Torin slides me a look. “Do you want to do that?”