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The man scans me from head to toe, interest sparking in his eyes. He must love a challenge, and I stand out among the endless dresses. “Would you allow me to buy you a drink?” He extends his hand toward another lock of hair that escaped from my band, when a muscled hand drops on his, squeezing it hard and making the guy wince.
“Don’t touch her, Steven.” I still at Octavius’s deep, dangerous voice. A furious expression settles on his features as he shoves the guy away.
Steven shakes his injured hand, blinks several times at Octavius, and with a nod hightails his ass in the other direction, but not before I hear him mutter, “Why do I always offer drinks to their women?”
Octavius looks at Penelope and asks, although it sounds more like an annoyed growl, “What are you doing here? You’ve brought enough trouble to us as it is.” He must mistake her for Amalia, and then he shifts his focus on me, while I stare at him in awe, my whole body enveloping my head at the sight of his dominance and momentarily forgetting about my plan altogether.
He steps closer to me, and despite the fear flaring, I stand still, curious about what he’d do next. “I told you to stay away from me or there will be consequences.”
Swallowing, I raise my chin. “And I told you, I don’t scare easily.”
A sinister smile, like a grimace—due to his scar—shapes his mouth, warning everyone to stay away, and I gasp when he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me to his chest while my skin burns under his touch. “You should, darling.” A beat passes, and he leans toward me, our faces inches apart as his masculine scent twitches my nose and only increases the yearning inside me. “Every brave act has a price. And yours might cost you more than you expect.”
Fisting his shirt and holding on to him, I reply, “I’m willing to pay it.”
The sexual tension envelops us both, swirling in the air, and any rational thought vanishes from my head, blocking the outside world and leaving me in this moment with this complicated and handsome man who controls the lust brewing within me with his presence alone. He has such power over me it should scare me.
Instead, I’m attracted to him, needing to discover if…if…
“Then you’re more stupid than I thought. And I haven’t given you much credit to begin with.” I reel back as if he slapped me, paling at the words destroying my illusion and reminding me how deep down, this man despises me and his touch means nothing.
Octavius lets go of me. “Get the fuck out of my club.” He looks at Penelope again. “Both of you.” Then he walks off, people parting to give him space, and she shifts awkwardly, probably not knowing how to react at how the man rejected me for the whole club to see.
“Listen—”
I’ve had it with everyone rejecting me, especially him! He doesn’t get to play with my emotions like this and then throw his disgusting ultimatums and threats my way, turning me into an insane person! “That infuriating man!” I exclaim and dart after him. I see Remi moving toward Penelope and I promise to get to her as soon as possible.
Just after I give Octavius Reed a piece of my mind!
Octavius
Fury along with lust slides through my veins, awakening every protective and possessive instinct inside me. It pumps adrenaline in my blood and urges me to go back to my woman and wrap her in my arms, taking her far away from all these hungry men admiring what belongs to me and thinking they have a chance.
Not in fucking hell!
Her beauty up close is unbearable. I crave to mold all her curves, taste her skin on my tongue, and get her off in all the ways I can, watching pleasure filling her molten gray eyes as only one thing exists in her vision.
Me.
And the fact that I came this close to actually acting on my desires forced me to spit all that bullshit just now. I hated the pain in her eyes, her flawless skin growing pale because I became the source of her agony.
My job is to shield her from it, not cause it.
I barely pay attention to what goes on around me. People can do pretty much anything their heart desires in our club as long as it’s consensual and they pay the large amount of money to be allowed to enter.
The more unique the place, the higher the demand, and with demand comes affluent clients who, with the right information, can be blackmailed into doing whatever the fuck you want them to.
Our club is considered one of the most luxurious establishments in the country, with guests begging to get onto our waiting list that’s a mile long.
Not one person has ever slipped in here by chance; the list of guests is always reviewed carefully so we know who we are dealing with and what they can offer us should we come to collect.
Although we do pick beautiful women occasionally to have fresh blood for all those willing to pay, Samantha usually finds those.
We have strict rules everyone has to abide by, and if you ignore them…you’re dead.
The Four Dark Horsemen don’t give second chances.
Despite making us a profit every single year, the money we earn from it is pocket change and hardly makes a difference to our bank accounts. But the club is the perfect cover to use should the police come knocking on our doors and asking for alibis, although it’s hilarious.
