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Silence ensues.
I stare at Kellan. He stares at me.
"Um…"
"If you want to explore, you shouldn't be doing it with him," he growls, pinning me with a hard stare. Even through his mask, I read the displeasure in his eyes. He doesn't even like me, and he's chastising me. Great.
"Why not?"
"Because."
I had no intentions of exploring anything with Riding Crop, but I ask anyway. I can't help myself. Why does this man carewhat I do or who I do it with? He's not my keeper. "Because why?"
"Because he doesn't deserve to put his filthy hands on your perfect body, Parker. He's a sadist. He'll hurt you and get off on it because that's what he enjoys. Unless pain is your kink, avoid him."
"Pain isn't my kink."
Note to self: find out if I have any kinks.
"How did you know I was here?" I thought this club was supposed to be anonymous. It's the only reason I came here! My brother will kill me if he finds out I went to a sex club.
"Your brother," Kellan growls.
Either I'm trapped in a nightmare, or he's reading my thoughts. "Jonas told you I was here?"
"He's here looking for you right now, little one."
"He's here?" I squeak, flying up off the bed. My heart thuds against my breastbone as if it's trying to jump out of my chest.
"Yep."
Crap.Jonas is going to lose his mind if he finds me here. I knew I shouldn't have mentionedDionysusin my note on the kitchen counter, but I didn't think he'd know what it meant! How does he know about this place? Actually, scratch that. I donotneed to know how my brother knows about a sex club or how he got in. I'll never be old enough for that knowledge.
Kellan grabs a paddle from the shelf—gulp—and turns to the door before bending to shove it beneath the edge of the door. He taps it once with his foot, lodging the thickest part of the paddle beneath the door to block it, and then stands upright, turning back to me. "Don't worry, Rebel. He won't find you in here with me. Now, care to tell me why the fuck you're here?"
"No?"
His devilish smirk makes my knees tremble. "You can tell me, or you can tell Jonas."
"I don't even know you." I scowl up at him, annoyed and turned on. He's bossy and high-handed. And tall. Even though I'm five-six, he towers over me. Why can't Jonas know any normal-sized people? And why do I like the fact that this one is so bossy?
That devilish smirk grows as he pulls his mask down, revealing the rest of his face. Even though I knew who he was, I still kind of hoped he'd be some complete stranger. He's not. And yet he is.
This Kellan isn't the same one I met six months ago. There were no devilish smirks then. There was just a lot of growling and grumpiness.
"Kellan," I mumble, reluctantly accepting reality. My rescuer is my brother's best friend and teammate. Yay for me.
Kellan Alexander is flipping gorgeous. He's tall, dark, and devilishly handsome. If I have a type, it's all three. Or him. It might just be him. He's hot as Hades. I've tried to convince myself that's the only reason he haunts my dreams, but I'm pretty sure I'm deluding myself.
"Parker," he practically purrs. My name sounds so sexy on his lips. It's an androgynous name. I've been called Mister Michaud or Mister Parker forever. People never seem to consider that Parker might be a girl until I'm standing in front of them, correcting their miscalculations. Kellan makes my name sound feminine and sexy, not at all androgynous.
I just stare at him, rendered silent for the first time in…well, ever, actually.
"Why'd you come toDionysustonight, Rebel?" He takes a step toward me.
"The free drinks," I lie, shifting my gaze away from him. Except it lands on a neatly coiled length of rope, and heat climbs into my cheeks. Funny how the tools in this room don't seem nearly as intimidating with this man standing amongst them asthey did with Riding Crop in front of me. Running and hiding don't seem like the best options right now, either.
"Are you trying to stress your brother out?"
