She drove to the bookstore, her hands slick with sweat on the steering wheel. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her ears, and she dialed. When they had finished with her, she left the club, her body bruised and exhausted, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”
She nodded, her body aching with need. She reached for her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she pulled up the website for the club. One evening, with Bill out of town for work, Kayla found herself standing in front of her closet, her heart pounding like a kick drum. She turned, her back to the crowd, and looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Marcus’s. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. “Yes,” she whispered. She looked at herself in the mirror, a stranger staring back, her eyes wild, her lips parted, her body begging for sin. “That’s enough, sweetheart. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, before pushing her back onto the stage. Her eyebrows knitted in disgust, but her eyes couldn’t help but roam. She could hear the sharp intakes of breath, the whispered curses, the promises of what they would do to her if given the chance.
