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“It’s a private club. I’ve visited a few times when I was in town. We’ll be having dinner on the third floor—it has great views of the river, and there’ll be fireworks tonight.”
“And what happens on the other two floors?”
“I already told you some of it.”
With that, I climb from the car, the leash in hand, and give it a tug as a signal for her to follow. She’s wearing a faint smile when she steps out, almost bewildered. Like she can’t figure out why she enjoys this.
On cue, the door swings open. I’m sure we’re being watched from somewhere inside. It’s so dark inside there’s no way of seeing what lies beyond the doorway. Her nerves must be killing her by now— if it wasn’t so brutally cold out here, I would drag this out, savor her response.
Instead, I take the lead, and she has no choice but to follow.
Whether she wants to be or not, she’s mine.
But I get the feeling she wants it.
HARPER
What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m in a daze as I strip off my coat and hand it to a girl standing behind the counter of a sleek dimly-lit entry. She wears a blood-red dress that’s actually more modest than I would have expected. But then I have no idea what to expect, do I? It’s not like I’ve made a habit of visiting places like this.
I still can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe I let him finger me in the car. I can’t believe any of this is happening.
Maybe that’s not the point. Maybe the point is just to enjoy it while I can.
“Welcome to Purgatory. We’re happy to see you again, Mr. Pierce,” the girl practically purrs. “Enjoy your evening. Dinner will be served at eleven o’clock, but you are free to visit upstairs and enjoy the light fare we’re offering until then.”
Colton turns to me. “Are you hungry?”
I shake my head because my stomach is in knots. I can’t imagine eating a bite. “I think we’ll just visit the bar for now,” he tells the girl, who steps aside so we can continue past her, through a dark red curtain and into what looks like any average, everyday club, besides the cages hanging from the ceiling with naked dancers inside. There’s a dance floor in the center where a handful of couples grind against each other in the semi-darkness, groping out in the open, but that’s the spiciest action I can see.
Otherwise, people lounge on purple and red couches, chairs, and padded benches while they chat and enjoy their drinks. They’re all dressed well, and I’m surprised that more than a few of them are middle-aged or older.
Damned if my heart doesn’t sink a little. What was I expecting? An all-out orgy the minute I walked through the door? If anything, I should be glad for the chance to work my way into this rather than being thrown into the deep end right away.
It’s like he’s reading my mind. “This isn’t where the real fun happens.” Even so, the more I look around, the more obvious it is that this place is special. For one thing, I’m not the only one walking around with a leather collar around their neck. There are even a few men being led around by women, and one of the men crawls on all fours even though he’s wearing a suit much like the one Colton wears now.
And wow, does he look incredible. He is by far the hottest man here, in a dark suit and tie that give him an air of control. He looks so domineering, and all I want is to give him everything he asks for.
It’s only when he gives a sharp little tug on the leash that I realize the bartender asked what I’d like. “Chardonnay, please,” I mumble, still overwhelmed.
“Dazed?” Colton asks with a soft laugh. “I knew you would be. And I was right, by the way.”
“About what?”
“There are no fewer than three men eyeing you like you are tonight’s main course.” He grabs my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me wince and suck in a pained breath. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, both because I know it’s what he wants me to say and because it’s true. I am his.
And not only because I wouldn’t want to be stuck here without him.
Once we have our drinks, Colton looks around the room. “We could hang around here for a while if you want, or we could—”
“I want to look around.”
His eyebrows lift when he turns my way, and frankly, I don’t know where that came from, either. “I’m just saying,” I continue. “You promised a lot back in the car. And there’s only a few hours until dinner.”
Who the hell am I? Or maybe this is who I was all along. Maybe all I needed was an excuse for it to come out.
“Far be it for me to deny you what you want.”
