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The Voyeur Chamber.
It’s lined with doors on either side. Most of them have a red light lit up over the architrave, and when he finds an unlit one, he leads us inside.
“I’m sure you already know that the mirrors are single-way. You have utter privacy here. Take as long as you need.” He moves to leave, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
“I’m sorry, Alex.”
Rey’s words are muffled from where her face is flush with my shirt-clad chest. I hold her even more tightly against me. “What’s there to be sorry for, Sunshine? You did nothing wrong.”
She exhales shakily, clearly not herself as she angles her head upward to find my eyes. “Ford told me to stay in the car. I—I should have listened. I shouldn’t have come—”
“It’sokay. Nothing truly bad happened, hmm?”
Her forehead creases at my words, and that fire I so adore blazes to life in the depths of her dark eyes. “But those women out there are being auctioned like cattle, Alex. How can you say nothing bad happened? It’shappeningas we speak.”
I blow out a breath and palm her cheeks. “Rey, some of those women out there have a need for the money this place provides. Some just enjoy the rush of being sold. Of carrying out whatever fantasies they’re not living in their everyday lives. And if it wasn’t happening here, it’d be happening elsewhere – and perhaps in a less secure environment than here.”
She pulls herself out of my hold, disgust painting her beautiful face.
Disgust that’s aimed at me. “And you’reokaywith what’s happening here?”
She begins to pace, and it’s then I notice her lack of clothing. “Here.” I quickly unbutton and shuck out of my shirt. “Take this.”
But she slaps it away, rage flowing through her body, swelling fast like a rising tide.
“You’re a member of this club.”
Her words are a stinging accusation, and I can only nod as my chest tightens painfully. “Yes, but—”
She chokes on a sob. “My gut is telling me that it couldn’t be true, but I need you to say it, Alex.” She swallows roughly. “Have you used this club since we’ve been married?”
* * *
REYNA
As soon as the question has left my mouth, Alex drops to his knees, a pained expression in his whiskey eyes. His hair is unkempt, as though he’s been raking his fingers through it in the way he does when he’s stressed or frustrated, and the urge to smooth it back from his brow is almost my undoing.
Your intuition is your gift.
Lita’s words whisper across the shell of my ear, and though Iknowthe answer, I fix my gaze on my husband,needinghis words more than anything.
“Reyna DeMarco.”
Butterflies burst to life in my stomach the same way they always do at the sound of my married name, and I soften ever-so slightly at the pleading honesty that I can clearly see on his face.
“I’m no saint. I have never claimed to be. And I’ve fucked up more times than I can count, but when it comes tothis…” He gestures between us. “When it comes toyou, I will do everything in my power to be the man you deserve. I don’twantany other woman because all Ineed…isyou.”
He edges closer on his knees until we’re almost touching. “Reyna, I haven’t so much as glanced at another woman—here or elsewhere—since the moment I first laid eyes on you. All damp hair and sad eyes, desperately in need of a time-turner.”
I reach out, cupping his cheek, and he turns his head to press a kiss to my palm, his eyes never once leaving mine. “You’re everything I never dared to hope for and everything I didn’t know I needed. I’mfinallyat peace with the path my life has taken because every step I took was leading me toyou.”
Silence surrounds us as our eyes hold, tears filling mine at those words that mean the world to me.
“It’s like you’ve taken my broken pieces and poured yourself inside of them. Inside ofme.” He exhales heavily, his eyes intent on mine. “Being with you makes me feelwhole, Sunshine.”
In a fluid movement, he stands, pulling me against him to crush his mouth to mine with a groan.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible as our tongues dance together. My nipples poke through the practically sheer babydoll negligee that witch, Lucia, had forced me to wear, and I can feel them scrape off his bare chest, the motion sending a jolt of want straight to my pussy.
