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wallpaper, screamed elegance and money. It was nothing less than she’d expected, given the club’s reputation.
    The corridor wasn’t long, with a door at the end. It was open so she walked through to find herself in a large room. Couches were set in alcoves along the walls. Several were occupied, some empty, and a few had thick curtains drawn across. They weren’t lit so she couldn’t see what went on within. The brief flashes of limbs and movement were enough to give her a good guess.
    Men and women walked between the tables in the center of the room. Some were dressed in uniform and carried trays, obviously the wait staff. The rest were not staff. Nor some of them dressed.
    Her steps faltered as she watched one, large male walk across the room. Shirt-less, he wore leather pants that fit him like a second skin tucked into boots. But it wasn’t his clothes that drew her attention. In his hand, he carried what looked like a paddle.
    She bit her lip, instant heat flooding her body, and watched him as he crossed to one alcove. Within there was no couch, but instead some kind of bench. Over it was bent a naked woman, ass in the air. She wasn’t alone. In front of her stood a man almost as big as the one she’d watched walk across the room, his groin in her face and her lips wrapped around his cock.
    “Oh my,” Vanessa lifted her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes widening when the first man joined them.
    Instead of using the paddle as she’d suspected, although the redness on the woman’s ass showed it had already been used, he dropped it on a nearby table and took position behind the bound woman. Her breathing caught in her throat as he released his cock, thick and flushed, to rub it against the woman’s pussy lips. Her moan of pleasure was audible from where Vanessa stood. She watched, riveted, as his cock glistened in the light, coated with evidence of the woman’s excitement. Dipping his knees, he lined up the head of his cock with her cunt and drove inside in one deep movement. She cried out, the sound muffled by the other guys cock and pushed back as much as her bonds would allow.
    “You like what you see?” A deep voice rumbled from behind made Vanessa jump, but just as quickly she relaxed. Jace. His voice and scent were unmistakable. “Because that will be you in half an hour.”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    She turned and Jace sucked in a hard breath. The black coat with its deep hood concealed her slender frame and her long blonde hair, but what he could see of her face took his breath away. From the first moment he’d seen her, he’d thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Slender, with just a hint of lithe curves, the scent of her Wolf wrapped around her, mingling with her expensive perfume to create an erotic, alluring scent that had his cock punching to full mast within his pants.
    Her eyes were wide, but darkened with desire. Her breathing shortened and caught as she looked up at him. That she felt out of place was evident, her nervousness almost palpable and the need to protect rose in him. That was the problem when he was around her. He wanted to fuck her senseless, his cock pounding into her over and over. At the same time though he wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world and anything that might hurt her.
    His cock jerked in his pants, reminding him where they were. Protection could wait. She was here. She’d accepted his invitation. He hadn’t been sure she would, especially with the link he’d sent with his text. Even after their last white-hot encounter, he still didn't know if she was into the same things he was. Perhaps, it had been a little bit of fun for her, nothing more. Which would suck, big time, since all he wanted to do now he had her in front of him was to do it all again.
    She didn’t look scared though. Instead, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her gaze sliding to the side when the noises from the alcove where Miranda, a club regular,