Se connecterEcho POV
The word hits me like a shot of pure heroin. I swear my vision tunnels for a second. I cannot wait to get her to the club, tied to the ceiling, paddle in my hand, making her beg until her voice cracks. But right now she’s exhausted, breath evening out, body melting into me like she was built to fit there.
She leans back, head resting on my shoulder, passed out cold with my cock still inside her. C
Davina POVI get dressed in jeans and a hoodie because nothing about tonight feels like it needs lace or leather. My phone rings the second I grab my keys.“Hey,” I answer.“You’re actually going to pick him and quit?” Lila sounds like I just told her I’m joining a cult.“Yes.”“And you don’t find it creepy as fuck that he made a whole second account just to watch you, tip you, and call you a good girl for leaving your job?”I shrug even though she can’t see me. “You wouldn’t get it. Look, I have to go. I’m meeting him.”“What? I thought it was seven days no contact?”“Yeah, well, he messaged me a location. Guess we’re breaking the rules,” I say and force a
Siren’s POVHis hands tighten around my throat like he's owning me, and he drives into me so hard the headboard slams the wall like it’s trying to escape. “All night,” he snarls against my ear, teeth scraping skin. “All fucking night, Little Birdie. I’m not stopping. Even if you pass out, I’m still gonna be inside you. You’re gonna wake up with my cock buried deep and my hands on your hips.”The words should scare me. They should make me fight, make me scream, make me do anything except what I actually do.I drag him closer, nails raking his back, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper, harder and faster. Because the thought of him fucking me while I’m unconscious, using me, claiming me, filling me even when I can’t move? It sets me on fire.I want it. I want him to never stop.
Echo POVAn hour later, one long, painful, soul-crushing hour, she finally walks out of the back dressed again in jeans and a hoodie that do nothing to hide how fucking beautiful she is. I am on my feet before my brain catches up.Glitch grabs my arm. “Don’t.”“I'm not touching her,” I snarl, ripping free. “I know the goddamn rules.”I just need her where I can see her, breathe the same air, know she's safe and still mine.I block her path. She stops, looks up, and smiles, soft, real, and mine. My chest cracks open.“Come back to the club.”Her mouth opens, then closes. She's thinking. “Echo, staying away was supposed to make this easier—”“Fuck easy,” I cut in, stepping closer my voice raw. “
Echo’s POVMy fist is already swinging when Knox yanks Blaze out of the way by the hair. I roar again, raw and animal, because it’s not Blaze I want to kill. It’s every fucking man who is going to watch her tonight, every hand that tucks a bill into her skin, every pair of eyes that sees what belongs to me and only me.Ghost and Glitch haul me back, arms locked around my chest, but I’m stronger than both of them when I’m like this. I lunge forward anyway, boots scraping the floor, breath sawing in and out like a rabid dog.“Rules, Echo,” Ghost grunts in my ear.“Fuck your rules,” I snarl, voice shredded. “She’s at Elaine’s. In a slutty fucking outfit. Dancing for strangers.”Blaze straightens his cut, rubbing the back of his head. “I tried to war
Blaze’s POVJace gives me a small smile and a wave from the bar as I step out of the back rooms. I start toward him, already tasting the whiskey I’m about to order, when Elaine appears like a heat-seeking missile, arms loaded with fresh flyers. The second she spots me she makes a beeline.Sighing, I smirk and hold out my hand. “You do realise the guys just pin these on their bedroom walls and use them as target practice, right?”“But they still come by every now and then,” she insists, shoving the stack at me anyway.I take them without really looking. “Still struggling?”“You know it’s weird,” she says, shoulders slumping. “The men get far more action from the women at my place than my girls get from the men here. Yeah, I’m struggling bad.”
Davina POVThe comments roll in the way they always do.MrBigShot: Take it all off.DarkHorse: Use the toy.The usual chorus.I ignore them for now and trail my hand slowly across my skin, letting my fingers linger between my legs. I rub in lazy circles and smile at the camera. “You can ask, boys, but you may not get what you want,” I say with a wink. My fingers move quicker and I let a soft moan slip out.DarkDevil has joined.I groan out loud. I’m trying to get space from Echo, trying to breathe without him in my head, and here he is anyway.DarkDevil has tipped $300.I pretend I don’t see it and answer another comment instead.DarkDevil:
Danielle POVI swallow. “What about… after?” I lift my gaze to meet his. “When a scene ends, what happens then?”“That depends on the people involved,” he says. “But for me? There’s aftercare. Alway
Danielle POVWe’re on the bike for nearly thirty minutes before Knox finally slows down. He pulls up to a set of tall, imposing gates that make me glance around, trying to place where we are. This place isn’t like the club at all. If anything, it looks l
Danielle POVSome of what I saw didn’t seem so bad. A few of the scenes even felt… understandable, in a strange way. But others left me unsure. It wasn’t that they looked wrong. Nothing about it suggested something was happening that
Knox POVShe’s handling this better than I thought she would.We’ve been walking these back halls for close to an hour now. She’s seen most of the building by this point, nearly every dynamic and situation the







