I couldn’t explain the sense of relief that swept over me.
“Are you pissed because my brothers wouldn’t fuck you? Yeah, I’ve seen you at a few parties; you soon got bounced, didn’t you? Just looking to go slumming.”
“How dare you!” Pamela exclaimed.
“Don’t even go there. You were perfectly happy on your knees sucking Rook off. Didn’t get any further than that. Rook said you couldn’t suck properly. That’s probably why you’re divorced,” Dynamo continued.
Wow, she was hitting low tonight.
“You goddamn slut,” Pamela screeched.
“Takes one to know one. I told you Mike was off-limits, but you still cornered him. He’s got a girlfriend—me. You were warned and ignored it. Now, in my club, we take care of those who disrespect us and our property.”
Shit, how could being called property be hot? Fuck knows, but it sure as hell was. My cock began thickening and waking up, and I battled to keep him down. He could set Dynamo off, and I didn’t want to trigger her.
“Mike, listen to how she’s talking about you!” Missy squealed.
“That’s sheer disrespect!” Shauna agreed.
Dynamo laughed and clicked her fingers. “Usually, I’d give you a beating for touching what’s mine. However, banning you from Illuminate will hurt more. Because it’s where the popular people come and those who want to be seen.”
Four bouncers approached.
“You can’t do that!” Pamela yelled.
“Oh, I can. The RBMC owns this. I can do what the fuck I want.” Dynamo grinned. “Throw the trash out. Maybe even get a shot for social media.”
One of the guards smirked and whipped out his phone. Shauna, Missy, and Pamela began shrieking as the guard started filming. Yeah, humiliation was heading their way.
“You okay?” Dynamo asked.
“Yup, thanks for the intercept. I was about to deal with them in a much more unpleasant way.”
“Maybe I should have hung back,” Dynamo teased.She was teasing, right? This woman had me twisted up in knots.
“Nope, I’m happy playing damsel in distress.”
Dynamo offered me a wry look, which sent shivers down my cock. “Sure. Anyway, I’m heading out.”
She turned to leave, and I reached out to stop her, but caught myself. Dynamo saw the movement and sidestepped.
“Sorry, let me buy you a drink,” I offered.
“I’m riding.”
“I’m driving. Which makes us both cheap dates,” I replied.
Dynamo laughed, and I listened, spellbound. It was the first genuine laugh I’d heard from her, and it was beautiful. Rich and intoxicating, it drew me in. She glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Follow me,” she ordered and moved back through the crowd to the VIP section I’d just left. Jude caught my gaze as I approached, and a smirk crossed his lips when he spotted Dynamo. I shot him a warning look and tried not to drool at Dynamo’s ass as it climbed the stairs in front of me. Fuck me, did this woman not own any clothing that didn’t cling lovingly to her curves?
“Get me a bartender,” Dynamo said to the guard who appeared out of thin air. He nodded and disappeared as she led me into a smaller VIP area.
“This is the RBMC’s VIP lounge. It’s kept off-limits to anyone but us,” Dynamo explained.
She headed for the curved couch and sat down. I took a glance around. It had its own bar, just like allVIP areas, but the furnishings were more luxurious. A bartender arrived, and moments later, a server appeared.
“Diet Coke,” Dynamo ordered.
