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She deserves to know that the stranger who bent her over the table and slammed into her sweet little cunt isn’t a stranger at all, but someone who has known her since she was a baby, but if she knew that every time she walks into a room, I remember the way she tasted on my tongue . . . fuck. That’s different, and every second I don’t tell her is another second of deception. She deserves to know.
Going out to Pulse on Saturday night was a bad idea, but getting drunk with her was even worse. After spending the afternoon obsessing over her every fucking move, I should have known better than to put myself in that position. And yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
Those texts . . . fuck.
I’m not going to lie, I’ve reread them more than enough times to be considered fucking perverted, and the fact that I’m generally rock hard and jerking off while doing it . . . Yeah, there’s something profoundly wrong with me.
She’s off-limits. Austin would beat the shit out of me if he knew it’d already gone this far, if he knew the vile things I wanted to do to his little sister.
Fuck me.
I can’t want her like this. Ishouldn’twant her at all. Yet, I’ve never wanted to bury my face between those sweet legs more. I want to feel the way her walls stretch around me, bury my cock deep into her over and over until she screams my name, and what’s more, I know if she were given the chance, she’d take it without hesitation. I need to be the one in control. I need to keep these urges to myself and delete those fucking messages. If I make one wrong move, it could ruin everything.
There’s too much at stake. My relationship with Austin and his parents, not to mention Aspen. If I allowed myself to go there, I would destroy her. She’s always wanted so much more, and that’s not something I can or want to give her. It would be about sex. Raw, wild, and desperate sex. Nothing more. And I know without even needing to really consider it that I would shred her fragile heart to pieces.
Striding through my club, I look over the layout, my mind constantly going over ways that I can improve, and for once, I’ve got nothing. Vixen is in pristine condition, unlike Pulse and Cherry which seem to always be in the market for upgrades. Scandal on the other hand, while it’s only eight months old, is holding up well, but I’m starting to notice some slight wear and tear in the floors and bars. They’ll be okay for another few months, but then they’ll be seeing some upgrades too.
My nostrils burn from the fumes left over by the cleaning crew. Vixen closes its doors at four in the morning, and by five, the cleaning crew is rocking up. They do a deep clean every day, no matter if the room has been used or not. There’s no telling just how far DNA can spread, and my club won’t be the reason for its members catching any diseases. The cleaners are generally done by midday, and when my bar staff comes in to restock the bar, one of them is responsible for opening up the doors and letting the fumes out.
I’ve beaten everyone in today, needing uninterrupted access to my security feed. I’ll be scrubbing any evidence of Aspen off my system before any of my security team happens to come across it. Don’t get me wrong, I have the best security team I could ask for, and I trust them implicitly, but that doesn’t mean I want them feasting their eyes on what’s mine—fuck no.
I mean . . . shit.
Aspen Ryder is not mine. She’s far from it. She’s mine in other terms of the word. Mine to protect, mine to make laugh, and mine to care for, just as she is to Austin. But she’s certainly notmine.If anything, I should view her as a little sister. Nothing more.
Making my way through the club, I push through the employees-only section and down to the security office before hashing in my personal access code and opening the heavy metal door. The system is on and ready to go, and without skipping a beat, I sit down and search through the files from Friday night.
A strange nervousness pulses through me. It’s one thing reliving that night over and over in my head and reading those texts, but to actually see it play out before me . . . fuck. I don’t know if I have the strength to hit delete. Hell, what if it was all in my head and she wasn’t the girl in the dark room at all?
I bring up the footage from the main entrance, fast-forwarding until I see a familiar face appear at the end of the alley. A grin pulls at the corner of my lips, and I watch as Aspen loops her arm through Becs’ and the two of them make their way toward my club.
There’s no sound, but it’s clear they’re having a conversation, and judging by the look on Aspen’s face, she doesn’t seem down with walking down a dark alley in the middle of the night. I suppose Austin and I have taught her well over the years. Though, one could argue that maybe we haven’t, seeing as though she was easily swayed to do it anyway.
They reach the door, and I watch as the girls make their way inside and disappear from the camera’s range. Then before I move to another camera, I make sure to delete the footage. Changing to the main entrance feed, I watch as they move through the dimly lit hallway and make their way down the stairs and to the reception area. The dim lights catch against Aspen’s sequined top, and I can’t help but laugh. If Austin knew she owned a top like that, he would have stolen it and burned it. Hell, maybe I would have helped him, but now that I’ve seen how it looks on her, maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut about it.
The girls talk to Casey in reception, and despite nothing interesting happening here, I find myself intrigued by Aspen and watching her facial expressions as she figures out what Vixen is all about.
They get their wristbands, and when they make their way onto the main floor of the club and disappear out of the frame, I hit pause and delete. The routine goes on, and with every frame they move out of, I erase any evidence of their night. Only as Aspen hovers by the bar and she’s approached for the first time, my blood runs cold, and I find my hand pausing on the delete button.
The man in question is Ryatt Markin, and I can guarantee that the second Aspen walked through the door, he would have zoned in on the white wristband dangling around her delicate skin. He’s a CEO of a big corporate company and gets off on being an asshole when it comes to his business negotiations, but what really gets him off is his fetish for virgins. Hell, they don’t need to actually be a virgin to catch his eye, they just need to look pure and innocent, just like Aspen. I can’t say I’ve ever taken the time to sit down and chat with the guy, and I could be way off base, but I don’t like him, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he approached Aspen.
I’ve had my eye on Ryatt for a while. He’s not someone I would ever want Aspen getting caught up with, and the fact that he’s sitting beside her at the bar makes my skin crawl. He’s charming and plays the part, effortlessly getting women to fall for his game. It usually doesn’t take long before he’s taking a woman’s hand and leading her into a private room, and every single time, without fail, those women have left with him afterward. I can’t put my finger on what it is about him that gets under my skin, but let’s call it a gut feeling.
I don’t like him, and the second I catch him breaking even the slightest rule of my club, he’ll be out.
Relief drums through my veins as I watch the stiff way Aspen holds her shoulders. She engages in conversation with Ryatt, but while she’s smiling and being polite, she’s not falling at his feet, and it’s not long before Ryatt bows out, clearly not up for the chase.
I need to keep my eye on Ryatt when it comes to Aspen, but let’s face it, she won’t be coming back here. Not if I have anything to do with it.
Once Becs and Aspen disappear from the screen, I delete that footage and follow their trail to the VIP area. A strange bubble expands right in the center of my chest, and I try to shake it off, not understanding it. It’s not as though I don’t already know what’s about to go down.
The second the girls reach the floor of the VIP area, Caesar Eros moves in behind Becs, his hand plunging between her legs, and my heart kicks into gear, only after a short conversation, Caesar ushers Becs away, leaving Aspen to explore on her own. I make a note to come back to Becs, feeling that it’s only right for me to delete that footage as well.
I fast forward through the footage as Aspen sits at the bar, and the more she sips on her drink, the more confident she appears. It’s not long before someone approaches her and as he puts his hands all over her, mine clench on the table.
I have no right to get fucked up over that, and yet here we are.
My irritation is short-lived when something catches her eye and she stares off across the club. Her attention is gone for only a second, but it’s enough to put her in motion. She steps right out of the guy’s arms, and judging by the direction she walks, I know this is it. Hell, I remember walking that way and disappearing into the dark room. I hadn’t expected anyone to come in so soon, but the second she did, a strange chill swept across my body.
