Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

SIN

S itting in my office at Den of Sin, going over her words repeatedly. I'm slowly driving myself insane. It's not going to bother you if I'm out there fucking other men?

I clench my fists as the mere thought of another fucker touching her as the rage builds. No, I'm not fucking okay if anybody else has their hands on her. Luckily for me, I wouldn't see it. Because if I did? I'd probably end up killing the asshole. For fuck's sake, I have to stop thinking about her.

It's done, Sin. You did the right thing. Now let her go.

There are thirty some odd people in the club setting shit up for tonight, but here I sit lost in my own little world when my office door opens.

Without a word, Zade comes in and sits on the other side of my desk with an appraising gaze.

"What?" I snap because I don't like the way he's looking at me.

He chuckles softly. "What's going on? You look like shit."

Dragging a hand down my face, I groan, "Thanks."

Zade sits back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other like he doesn't have a care in the world. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

I run my thumb over the rim of my glass. "The night of the auction. There was a woman that was sitting next to Amira before you got here."

Picking up my drink, I take a swallow before continuing. "I paid three hundred grand to fuck her. And if I'm honest, I would've paid double that amount."

He arches his eyebrow and gives me a look that says he thinks I've lost my mind and he may be right. That's the only fucking thing that explains the predicament I'm currently in.

"You bought a girl at your own auction?"

Shaking my head, I admit to my best friend, "No. I took her out before anybody could bid on her." He's probably thinking I'm a goddamn hypocrite because I did what I wouldn't do for him. I broke my own fucking rule. And the worst part is I don't regret it.

Zade laughs obnoxiously and I really want to punch him in the face, which hasn't been something I've wanted to do since we were teenagers.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

I don't respond immediately, instead I pour myself another two fingers of scotch before saying, "I can't get her out of my fucking head."

He stops laughing as if he suddenly realizes this is serious. "One night and you're addicted? That's unlike you, man."

I take another swallow of my drink, which I know is a bad idea because we have an event tonight and I should keep a clear head. "No. It was a week."

"Is she submissive?"

Now it's my turn to laugh. "She doesn't have a fucking submissive bone in her body. Constantly tries to top from the bottom, drives me fucking crazy, still I want her. Everything I ever thought I'd want from a woman, she's the complete opposite. And I can't keep her. She's too fucking young. And you know my attention span with women."

He runs his hand along his stubble. "Age doesn't matter."

I laugh, "Yeah, well, excuse me for not agreeing with you. After all, you're fucking your step-daughter."

His stepdaughter came in the same night as Kierra and placed herself for sale. Zade refused to let another man have her the same way I did with Kierra and bought her himself. I can only assume he fucked her, since he isn't correcting me.

He shrugs, "When it's right, it's right and you won't be able to get her out of your system. Hard as you try, it'll be impossible."

I try to change the subject because nothing is going to change things between us, so I'd rather not keep discussing it. "Are you coming tonight? I think Bones is."

Zade shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Although, I wouldn't mind seeing him. It's been a long time. College I think."

The three of us grew up together in New York. We were thick as thieves, but Zade and Bones went in very different directions. When my best buddy started working for the prosecutor's office back in the day, Bones couldn't trust him, to say the least. Every time Zade asked a question, Bones thought he was being investigated. So they moved apart. Now Zade works for criminals as bad as Bones or close to it, but ?they still haven't reconnected. It's a shame because all three of us used to be really close.

"I'll get out of your hair. You have a lot of shit going on. I just came to get a few things Amira left."

I nod. "If you need her locker opened, Belinda will get it for you."

He rises from his chair. "The scotch won't help you forget her. If she's old enough to consent, there's not a problem. And I know if she weren't, she wouldn't have been here."

I sigh audibly, "Yeah, she's twenty-one, but she deserves better. She deserves the entire fucking world. Not an asshole like me."

He narrows his gaze at me. "You have your hands in some shady shit, Sin, but you're not a bad guy. Or an asshole. We both know you'd take care of her."

By shady shit, he means illegal shit. Not everything I do is above the law, but it's who I am. If I'm honest, very few things I do are legal. Even this club, while I've never been busted, it's not a legal operation. I get away with it because I provide a service that many higher ups in the police department as well as politicians want, desperately. They'd never turn me in because they'd lose the place where they get to explore their kinks. And if they did, I know without a doubt I'd have Zade on my side to help me legally, and if that failed, Bones would step in.

I donate seventy percent of my legal club business to a foundation I set up in my little sister's name. I was only four years old when she was born with Trisomy 18, also called Edward's Syndrome. It's a genetic condition where three cells attach to chromosome eighteen, which causes growth delays and can be life threatening. Incompatible with life, they call it. I've worked my entire adult life with A Wish for Hope trying to find a way to further research and help these children. It occurs in as many as one in five thousand to seven thousand live births. Our research has found it's more likely to occur with women of advanced maternal age, but it can happen at any time. The risk is simply higher with women over thirty-five at conception. My little sister, Hope, never stood a chance. She was born six weeks early with a multitude of birth defects, including issues with her heart. A heart transplant was never an option because she never would've made it through the surgery. My parents and I got to hold her once and then she was gone. She died in my arms. At four years old, I wasn't prepared to handle it.

Tonight's Masks, and Lingerie event is about raising money for the charity. Plates are five thousand dollars a piece. Everyone is required to wear masks, the women will wear lingerie which isn't that much of a stretch at Den of Sin. They don't have to wear lingerie on a normal night, however, many choose to. Tonight, all women will wear white lingerie and we will make a lot of money for the foundation.

As I walk out of my office into the club, there are various women dancing on the stripper poles entertaining the men. I glance around and my gaze stops locked on something that can't be possible.

She wouldn't. Yet she is.

Kierra is sitting on Blake Hunter's lap while he kisses the back of her neck. The black and gray mask on her face disguises nothing. I would know her body anywhere. Every conflicting emotion crashes into me. He has his fucking lips on her skin. Mine, my head screams but I know that's not the case. I sent her away and the little fucking brat has gotten her payback. Taking a deep breath, I try to get control of myself before I do something someone will regret. I clench my hands into fists as I approach them, "Kierra," I growl, "Get up. Now!"

She obeys quickly and rises to her feet as I scowl at Blake, "She's off fucking limits to you, Hunter. To fucking everyone. Look at her again and I'll revoke your fucking membership. If you know what's good for you, you won't be here when I come back downstairs."

The fury I'm feeling right now travels through my body as I grab her arm and pull her upstairs.

"Where are we going?"

"To a soundproof room," I answer with a bite, but it's the truth. I don't want anyone to hear the way she's going to fucking scream for me.

Sliding my hand down her arm, I take her hand in mine and walk up the spiral staircase to the room I've wanted her in since I met her. She gazes at me nervously as I open the door and wave her inside. After closing the door, I walk toward her and she steps back until her body hits the wall. Placing my hand around her tiny throat, my dick gets hard from her pounding pulse against my palm.

"Did I tell you to stay away?"

Kierra whispers, "Yes."

Narrowing my gaze at her, I state the obvious, "Yet here you are."

I remove my hand from her throat as a tear slips down her cheek. "My life has been hell. You're the only thing that makes everything okay. I know you don't love me, but I also know you feel something for me."

Is she that clueless to not know how I feel? I thought it was obvious that I care about her so much I was willing to let her go, but my restraint is slipping away.

Trailing my fingers down her bare arm, she shivers and it only makes me want to fucking devour her even more.

"I tried to do the right thing. I'm too old for you."

Every word she speaks has my resolve slipping away like water traveling down a drain. She stands her ground and shakes her head. "You're the right thing for me, Sin. Maybe I need someone older. I need you. I can live without food. I can live without money. I can live without almost anything. Please don't make me live without you."

One sentence is all it takes to destroy every ounce of control I have. I take her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. "You are playing with fire, baby girl. If I fuck you again, that's it, you're mine. You'll be collared and I'll never fucking let you go. I won't be able to."

A tiny smile forms on her beautiful lips, "Then you better fuck me."

Like a force far out of my control, I slam my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth as I slide my tongue inside hers, tasting her sweetness that I've missed. Her hands travel up my back to my hair and she pulls at the strands as I kiss her like she's everything to me. How can she not know how I fucking feel about her? It's here, in this kiss, as blatantly obvious as a neon sign.

When I pull back from our kiss we are both breathless, my voice comes out raw with emotion, "If I ever see you sitting on another mans lap, letting him put his lips on what's mine, you won't be able to sit on your beautiful ass for a month. I will fucking cane you and trust me, you don't want that."

She nods as she runs her tongue over her top lip, "Yes, Daddy."

I continue, "I'm far more interested in your pleasure than I am punishing you, Kierra. But I won't shy away from punishment either."

She turns away from me and places her hands on the wall. "I deserve it. I'll take however many lashes you deem appropriate, Daddy."

I chuckle as I slide my hand down the back of her panties, push a finger inside her wet pussy, and her breathy gasp is immediate, "You'll learn, beautiful little slut. There are punishments far worse than being spanked. That's only one of many ways I can correct your unacceptable behavior."

"Like what?" She asks with a moan as I push another finger inside her.

"I think orgasm denial might be our best choice for corrective action with you."

"What?" she nearly yells as she looks over her shoulder at me with a shocked expression.

I grin, "That's right, baby girl. I could bring you so close but deny you release over and over again. Maybe then you'd learn your lesson."

The sweet little whimper that escapes from her lips is like music to my ears.

"Turn around."

She immediately obeys. I point to the floor and am pleased that she understands the direction and kneels for me.

"When you are kneeling, you'll normally be naked. Your knees should always be parted unless you are told otherwise."

Kierra parts her knees, "Yes, Daddy."

I reach out and gently stroke her hair. "Good girl."

The pride from my praise is evident on her face. I love this about her. She enjoys mild degradation during sex, but she also needs to hear that she pleases me. And fuck, she does.

Belinda is probably downstairs pissed off that I'm not making the rounds to schmooze with the high rollers, but right now I don't give a shit about any of them. I have an hour before I need to make a speech and I intend to spend it claiming Kierra while she screams for me.