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Ah, the Ben Wa balls. She’d nearly forgotten they were there. He removed them, letting them clatter to the floor.
She leaned her forehead on her forearms against the wall and gave up. She began to weep.
He pressed against her. “You will never see them again.”
She nodded and sniffed. “And you?”
His hands fell to her shoulders, and he sighed heavily. Then he spun her around. The dress was fully unbuttoned, and the bodice dropped her waist. She automatically folded her arms over her breasts. They were covered in tiny pasties but still. She’d never felt so exposed in her life.
His dark eyes had softened. “Charlotte, do not hide yourself.”
Her eyes glanced around. There were just a few people milling around. Everyone else had probably moved on to the after-party by then.
“I’m … I’m …” she kept saying.
“You’re what, Charlotte? A victim of a man who made you feel you deserved his treatment of you? How he labeled you something that you didn’t choose to be.”
“What?”
“You don’t think I didn’t look into every corner of your life? Let the dress fall to the ground. You are more important.”
She did what he asked, and the silk pooled around her calves, the stiff skirt not letting it collapse entirely.
She stood there nude, exposed.
He sighed heavily. “I’ve been watching Wayne and his posse for some time. I see how he treats women. How he makes them feel.”
“Like a prostitute,” she whispered.
“But you aren’t. If anything, he is. He can’t live without manipulating someone. He traded his life, his morals, his very soul in order to get his fix. I’d say that makes him the prostitute—though it would be an affront to all legal sex workers to put him in their camp.”
Richard could never fault anyone for their choices so long as there was consent.
He drew her to him, and his fingers traced along the seam of her bare ass. “Now, who are you?”
“Charlotte.”
“And?”
“Other than that, I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll remind you. Widen those legs.”
He had to be kidding. “People will see.” Though whatever he did to her now, most of the people still lingering backstage had already witnessed at Club Accendos.
“Charlotte. Now.”
Violence ran deep in Richard’s blood. God, he prayed, let it be temporary. If his hands weren’t full of Charlotte’s red hair, now tumbled free of its braids and pins, he might have acted on the rivers of rage running through his veins. He’d spin on his heel, go back to Wayne, and rid himself of it—through his fists.
But anger was the last thing Charlotte needed from him.
Richard had to steel his throat just to soften his voice. “Shhh, baby.” He tightened his grip on her hair and exposed her long, pale neck. “I know exactly what you need.”
Her eyes darted around his face as if searching. “But—”
His tongue swiped over her bottom lip, the taste of her so familiar and sweet. “Marcos is handling them.”
They—as in Wayne and his two lapdogs—didn’t stand a chance against Marcos. The man wasn’t just muscle. He knew how to rid someone for good if required. All legal, of course, though, given the anger boiling under Richard’s skin, he didn’t care if Marcos broke every law on the books.
