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"Every fucking word."
"I'll follow the rules," she whispers.
I brush my lips across hers, grateful as hell.
"Where are we going?"She practically vibrates beside me as I lead her through the club, her hand laced with mine.
"You'll see," I say, the same thing I've said every time she's asked since we entered the club a few minutes ago. I intended to take her down to the exhibition rooms, but that was before I saw that damn dress. Now, I'm not willing to risk it. My control is already stretched thin with her.
I'm liable to kill a motherfucker for looking at her the wrong way. This girl is mine. I decided that the moment I met her. The last twenty-four hours have only reinforced that belief.
She's a dream come true in every way. Feisty, curious, sweet as hell, and sexy as sin. Part of me would kill to protect her. The other part wants to fuck her raw. They war with one another constantly, both evenly matched, both wholly focused on her.
I need her in my ropes now. Before I lose my goddamn mind.
"Bronx," she complains as we pass by the exhibition rooms. "Please tell me where we're going?"
"We're going to a place you'll see when we get there, Dilemma."
She huffs at me, a little sound of annoyance that's far too fucking cute to be anything less than adorable. Even dressed like a little devil, she's still got too much angel in her.
"Oh, I hear music," she says, drawing to a stop outside. Her gaze flits toward a door on the right. "What's this room?"
"Open it and see."
She shoots me a suspicious look and then shrugs and dances forward to pull the door open. Music spills out, along with loud moans. She pokes her head in, sees the movie playing on the screen, squeaks, and immediately pops back out, shutting the door.
"I didn't need to see that," she whispers, plastering her back against the door as if she's trying to keep monsters from chasing her out.
I laugh loudly.
"There were six of them, Bronx," she hisses. "Six! And only one of her!"
"Curiosity killed the cat, Dilemma." I tap her on the nose. "Around here, it's better not to go snooping unless you're absolutely sure you're ready to know what's on the other side of the door."
"Nowhe tells me," she mutters, straightening her dress.
I chuckle again, tugging her away from the door. We make it almost all the way to the end of the hall without her seeing anything else she isn't ready to see. And then the doors to the Blue Room fly open just as we pass by. A couple stumbles out.
They don't notice us, but Gemma stops dead in her tracks, staring into the room.
Fuck.
I grab her to pull her back, but it's already too late for that.
There are people fucking all over the place, bodies twisting in ecstasy, hands grasping. Skin slaps against skin, the sound bleeding together with soft moans and guttural cries.
"Bronx." She grabs my arm, her voice strangled "What is this room?"
"Orgy," I growl, pulling her away from the door as it slips closed.
"You mean…?"
"I mean it's a free-for-all, Dilemma. The club opens the room once a month. Anyone who wants to participate can." She won't be participating. Matter of fact, I'd prefer if she didn't even know that fucking room existed at all. I'm not sharing her with anyone, let alone a club full of horny motherfuckers who think they can touch what doesn't belong to them.
"Oh," she says after a minute. She walks silently for a long moment and then peeks up at me, her lip caught between her teeth. "Bronx? I don't think I want to try that."
"Good, because you aren't."
