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Locke
I fucking loved The Vault. You wouldn’t know it by the way I’d insisted Storee stay away from my club, but I loved everything about the place that my best friends and I built from just a kinky idea.
It exuded class and elegance even though it was coated in sex and desire. The decor was tasteful and refined, with plush velvet couches and dim lighting that just begged for intimate encounters. I loved watching the patrons, dressed to the nines in their fetish gear, exploring their deepest desires in our safe and nonjudgmental space.
As the night went on, the club was filling up with more and more people. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and lust. I made my way through the crowd, checking on the staff and ensuring everyone was having a good time. My business partners were in the conference room waiting for me for our scheduled meeting.
As I made my way toward the conference room, I noticed a woman sitting alone at the bar, nursing her drink. Her eyes were trained on me, and I could feel her gaze following my every move as I walked. I was accustomed to women watching me, but lately I hadn’t been in the mood to partake in any of the fun.
I had only one person on my mind.
She was becoming my drug.
A pull that I couldn’t control.
I itched to see her again. I craved to be outside her cottage watching from afar. But after last night, I promised myself that I’d behave.
I’d somehow break the addiction.
I’d focus on The Vault. I’d spend all my attention on work.
Not Storee.
Not her.
The truth of the matter was that I didn’t want to see her with another man. And I most certainly didn’t want to see her acting in a sexual way with anyone. My possessiveness grew stronger by the day even though I couldn’t have her.
And since last night and my own self-imposed promise, I found myself constantly thinking about Storee. She was gorgeous, with a perfect body and a sharp wit that always kept me on my toes. And her pussy had been so tight, so—
I tried desperately to push her out of my mind, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I saw her naked, her curves accentuated by the moonlight as I chased her down in the forest like prey as I hunted what was mine—shouldbe mine.
I pictured her writhing beneath me, her body quivering with pleasure. And every time I saw her, my desire for her grew stronger.
“You look a million miles away,” Soren said, waving his hand in front of my face. “You good, man?”
I blinked away the image of Storee moaning beneath my body. “Yeah, fine.” I nodded for my partners to continue with the meeting.
Merrick glanced down at a pile of papers. “Something must be in the air because we have more participants in this year’sseason for The Hunt than ever before. We may have to bring on more help.”
“Were there any issues last night?” Braken asked.
“None,” Soren answered. “Everything’s running smooth so far.”
“What’s crazy is how many women who participated last night are still wanting to do it again tonight. Not even a pause to rest,” Merrick said with a wicked smile. “Something’s in the air.”
“Let me see the list,” I said, reaching for the paper.
Braken lifted a brow as I scanned the list of names. “Is she on the list?” he asked me, clearly understanding why I wanted to see.
“Fuck,” I murmured, my throat tight. I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I was actually seeing what I was seeing. “Fuck! Fuck!”
“Storee signed up again?” Braken asked, then leaned back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck. I thought you made sure you scared her away last night.”
“I fucking did!” I hit the top of the table with my fist. “I did!”
Merrick shrugged. “Then let her do it. She’s a grown woman.”
I rubbed my forehead where a headache had formed.
