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“I just got off the phone with Hunter Novak. He wants to meet us first thing in the morning, and he sounds fucking pissed. The good news is that Trinity is awake, and her prognosis is good. So maybe we can buy some more time to neutralize Draven.”

I don’t blame the man for being pissed about how things have turned out. His wife is in the hospital with a long journey ahead of her, and we are no closer to catching Draven.

“OK. I guess we’re going to the Strip first thing in the morning. Anything else?”

He sighs. “Sort of. My friend in Chicago got back to me about the phishing email sent to Grace, and the IP address leads back to someone from here at the club.”

“Who?”

Owen flips his monitor around and points to an employee profile.

It’s none other than Harper Cantrell.

God-fucking-damn it.

Chapter 9

Lili

IrecognizedHarperasa troublemaker from the second she spoke to me, but I’m not sure how much trouble she’ll prove to be. Is it mean-girl shit, or is it something deeper than that?

I sit with Grace at my feet on the loveseat Victor had moved in for us and watch as Harper kneels against the far wall of the room, looking furious. And when her gaze falls on Grace, she looks downright vicious. I want to protect Grace from this person as best I can. But I don’t know exactly what I’m protecting her from.

“Please, Goddess. Let me go over there and smooth things over.”

I slip my hand in Grace’s hair and pull tight as I bend to whisper in her ear. “I’ve already given you my answer, Grace. Don’t ask again, or we’ll be talking to Victor about your disobedience.”

She gives me a pouty expression but ultimately nods. “Yes, Goddess. I’m sorry.”

“Turn around and face me.”

She turns on her knees so that she’s facing me, and I nudge her legs further apart.

“You were granted leniency earlier and given several orgasms. I think perhaps we should give you something to focus on by playing with some edging.”

“If that is your desire, Goddess,” Grace answers demurely.

“It is. Remove your dress.”

She pulls the dress over her head, folds it neatly, and places it nearby.

On a whim, I shove the pointy toe of my high heel between her legs and drag it between her folds. She grinds herself against my shoe exactly as I’d hoped, and I let out a wicked little laugh.

“That’s it, my little cumslut. Ride my shoe like the needy little whore you are. No coming though. If you come on my shoe, I’ll make sure Victor paddles your pussy with the sole of it. Understood?”

She gasps as she continues to grind herself against my foot, moving to the beat of the music.

“Understood, Goddess.”

I spy Victor in the entrance to the room, looking around. He looks pissed, and I’m tempted to stop Grace. But I don’t. Instead, I use his presence to fuel her.

“The man who owns that needy cunt is in the back of the room. How close are you to an orgasm?”

“I’m close, Goddess. A few well-placed strokes of my clit and I would go off.”

“Good. Keep torturing your own cunt until your Master joins us.”

She whimpers as I stare down at her sternly.