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office. Kind of like FedEx for the hell folk.
    Now she was back in the club with only two days left, still needing four pitiful souls, and being stalked by the one man she didn't want to let go. But as Melanie, he'd dropped her, uninterested in an inexperienced virgin. She hadn't understood why he'd not fucked her until now. His tastes were much different than she had expected. He'd wanted a real woman to feed his dark needs, not some innocent twit. The pain of Drake's betrayal bloomed anew in her as the handsome Dom in a three piece suit sitting in front of her once again grazed her thigh with his rough fingers. It didn't make her tingle like Drake's touch, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant. Looks like her next mark had arrived.
    “I have a private room here. Why don't we continue this there?” His hot breath tickled her neck as he'd whispered his request in her ear. As she was about to respond, the man was pulled roughly away from her and slammed atop a nearby table. The murderous intent on Drake's face showed all too clear as he wrapped his beefy hand around the other Dom's neck.
    “Drake, what the hell are you doing?”
    He pinned her with his rage-filled eyes. Melody didn't care how pissed he was. How dare he think he had any right to interfere in her business?
    “You are mine, Melody. At least for the night. I staked my claim and every damn Dom in this club saw it. Isn't that right, Dan?” The big man pinned to the table flicked a small nod of his head. Drake's grip was choking him, and he was starting to turn purple.
    “Unless you want your membership here revoked permanently, I suggest you get the hell out of my sight and not let me see you anywhere near what is mine.”
     
    His . Blood roared in her ears as her temper flared up hot and swift. She couldn't have heard him right. Who the hell did he think he was?
    “Drake, this is ridiculous. You don't own me. Hell, you don't even know me. Let him go.”
    He released the other Dom, who eased himself from the table and made his way to the door without a word. Catching her off guard, Drake manacled Melody's wrist with his hand and walked toward the back of the club, dragging her along behind him.
    “Drake. Stop. What are you doing?” In all her dealings with Drake, she'd never seen him so infuriated. He'd always been the perfect gentleman. Now he ignored her protests and hauled her to a door in the back corner of the room. He pulled her up against the door, cold metal pressing into her back, and crushed her with his body. His hard cock thrust against her like a hot poker seeking a fire, even with his pants on. Despite her thoughts of outrage and fear, her traitorous body, already flooded with desire, leaked arousal from her pussy in anticipation. Her labia, swollen and slick, ached for his touch. She tried to ignore her response and failed. She wanted him.
    “Oh Christ, Melody, I can feel your heat. You need me, baby.” His lips slanted over hers, crushing her with his hot mouth. Devouring her. His hand fumbled with the key code lock, all the while continuing his exploration of her mouth. The door broke free and Melody tumbled backward into the room. He whipped a hard muscular arm around her waist, catching her before she fell to the floor.
    “What is this, Drake?” Desperate for a distraction, she peered around the space, eyeing the dark mahogany desk, rows of filing cabinets, and a wall filled with security screens. She shrugged away from his hold, walked over to the monitors, and saw they were security for the club. Nearly every nook and cranny of the place was covered from this office. There were several sex acts going on, easily viewed on these screens. On one, a small brunette stood chained against the wall being whipped by a man clad in a tuxedo while she begged to be allowed to come. Another one showed a woman strapped on her back across a bench not unlike the one she'd been on, being flogged across her breasts by her Dom while a pretty blonde ate