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It’s one thing to call me his, when we’re in the throes of passion but when it’s said during intimate moments like this while sober and with so much clarity, it terrifies me.
Learning he wanted me in the past has changed our dynamic completely.
I wonder if I would have asked him to be my fake husband if I knew the truth. The answer comes easily and I know we still would’ve ended up here together. Because my attraction to him and our chemistry was undeniable the moment we ran into one another.
Even before I saw Dash that night, I was gravitated toward him.
Then I craved him the second I saw him.
And had he not brought us here, I never would’ve known just how much. I’m not merely attracted to him, I actually like the man he is. That truth is the scariest of them all.
“I’m never going to have threesomes, though,” I tease when he leans back.
“Good. Because I don’t share and you’d just be signing their death warrant.”
“But you’ll let others watch?”
“We’re not here to fuck, kitten,” he reveals in a dark note. “I brought you because I know you like to watch other people fuck, it turns you on when they lose their inhibitions and put their bodies on display while consumed in dirty lust. I saw it in your eyes that night, and if it wasn’t for your innocent curiosity of voyeurism, I never would’ve met you again.”
“I-I’m not a voyeur, Dash,” I whisper in denial while ignoring the dampness between my thighs and that intoxicating rush of thrill.
Charming and seductive as a devil, Dash circles his fingers around my neck and tilts my face until I can’t hide from him. Then coaxes in a dark and low voice, “Is that why you couldn’t look away when Justin fucked that girl’s throat?”
“I don’t know,” I stammer, closing my eyes.
His fingers tighten, stealing my oxygen, and I’m met with a fierce gaze. “I haven’t forgotten the pleasure on your face or the disappointment when I wrenched your gaze away from them. It’s seared into my brain. Tell me it didn’t turn you on when I was fucking that whore while you stared from the shadows.”
I shake my head, biting my lip, because damn it, I couldn’t pull my gaze away. It felt wrong and forbidden and I didn’t want to stop.
“Don’t deny the truth, kitten. Once we go inside, your wet cunt will prove you a liar.” His body shoves mine against the door and faster than I can react, his hand pushes underneath my skirt as he growls, “Say it or I can find out for myself right here.”
“Fine. Yes,” I murmur, aching to feel his fingers against my core. “I liked it.”
His eyes glow with lust and satisfaction. “Nothing makes me harder than knowing you’re a kinky little girl with a penchant for voyeurism, kitten. I want to know your every depraved desires, your filthiest fantasies that you dream of when you lie awake at night.”
“Why?” I can’t help but rasp out.
His mouth tilts in a savage smirk. “Because they’re mine to make true.”
“You’ll make me an addict.”
“I’m already yours.”
Steadying me on my feet, he tucks me to his side and finally knocks on the door. A second later, it opens, revealing an elegantly dressed woman, who greets us from a few feet ahead. I notice two more closed black doors on either side.
“Monsieur and mademoiselle,” says the woman with a flirtatious smile. “Welcome to Sanctum.”
I give her a polite smile while my insides feel like jelly. I’m too busy admiring her simple black gown while Dash gives our name until we’re ushered into the room on our left where we’re asked to check in our phones as they’re not allowed inside.
Unlike at The Mirage, there will be no sneaking into this club.
Once done, we are taken down to yet another corridor and two more doors when I hear the sound of soft acoustic music playing. It’s in French so I don’t understand the lyrics but the woman singing sounds sensual and soft.
My eyes widen in surprise when I realize she’s performing live and clad in a sexy Bordeaux dress which appears see-through under the spotlight. I half expected to walk into an orgy but inside, rich couples in pairs or groups dine together around private tables, laughing and flirting. Huge chandeliers hang from the ceiling while the low lighting gives an intimate ambience.
“Would you like a drink first, kitten?” Dash asks, bending to whisper in my ear.
“Yes, please.”
