Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She hated that she loved the added danger when she was with him. Her life up until she’d met Damon had been somewhat boring and slow.
There was nothing boring about her life with him, even when she’d been trapped in his apartment.
He helped her into the dress he’d picked out for her. This one was black with a plunging neckline, and it flared out past the hips. The design was beautiful, feminine.
“I want you now, but all the fun and games can wait.” He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as he led her out of the apartment.
Rex was back to taking care of her. It had taken her three baked cakes for him to not glare at her. He’d asked her from now on to not run off, that he was in charge of taking care of her. She’d felt bad because when she saw him again, she saw all the faded bruises over his face and didn’t need to guess as to who had dished them out.
Damon opened the car door, and she climbed in. He joined her in the back, and no one spoke as they started to drive toward wherever it was they were going.
“I could do part-time,” she said, hating the silence.
“We’ll talk about it another time, Meghan.”
“I just—”
“Remember, you belong to me. No one else. What you do with your day interests me, and I have every intention of you staying by my side. You want to work, I can give you work.”
“Forget it.” She looked out of the window.
He took her hand, and even though she wanted to stay mad at him, she couldn’t. Her life wasn’t bad or boring. Apart from him being one of the scariest men in the city, it wasn’t that bad.
“Tonight is about relaxing. You’ve got to learn to calm down and to just have some fun.”
“You’re making me very curious.”
“Just remember that I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
She didn’t know why that made her nervous, but it did. Damon pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and she forced a smile to her lips.
The rest of the drive was made in silence, which she didn’t mind. She needed to gather her thoughts as it was just so easy to let him take over her life completely.
Since her parents’ passing, the past four years had been some of the worst of her life. Rose hadn’t helped, and Meghan had tried. With Damon, she’d been able to relax, to allow someone to take charge, and she’d done so willingly. Fighting it was just useless.
The drive lasted for a good hour, and when they arrived at an exclusive-looking estate, her nerves started to pick up.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“We’re in private. Only those with the right codes can get in.”
“Damon, I don’t like this.”
“Don’t worry. I told you. Relax. Trust me.”
She nodded her head.
When they came to a stop, she noticed several cars, all of them showcasing the owner’s wealth, not that she saw anyone.
Damon placed a hand at her hip, pulling her against his side. She followed him toward the wide stairs that led up to the long door.
The night was warm, and as the door opened, she saw a man dressed like a butler.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Travers.”
Damon responded, but she didn’t pay attention.
The sheer luxury of the home they’d walked into took her breath away. She didn’t know what she expected, but it certainly hadn’t been this. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the picture frames were made from silver and gold.
“No expense has been spared,” Damon said.
“I can see. You know the owner.”
“We have a mutual arrangement. I invest in this club.”
“This is a club?”
“A very private and exclusive club.”
He led her toward the back room. She saw a stage with several private booths. She had yet to see anyone even though she knew people were there. She saw a waitress serving out drinks.
Damon helped her into the private booth, and as she did, the stage lit up.
She couldn’t see anything to start off with.
“I don’t get it. Everything looks so secret,” she said, whispering.
“If I tell you there are businessmen and women here, potentially politicians, and other reputable people with squeaky-clean reputations, what would you say?”
“I’d have to ask what is going on.”
“All in good time, Meghan.”
The waitress brought them over some drinks, and Meghan took a sip. It was alcoholic, but she needed to calm her already frayed nerves.
There was a lot of secrecy that she wasn’t comfortable with.
When the curtains on the stage opened up, her eyes went wide. One woman and three men stood in the center. The woman was kissing one of the men while the other two touched her.
Damon had brought her to a sex club.
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Over the past two months, Damon had watched Meghan flower beneath his touch. Every single time he brought her to the edge, she didn’t run away screaming. She begged him for more, wanting him with such a hunger that he knew he could share this with her.