Fuck.
“Enough,” I say as I stride onto the dance floor, Rhodes now right behind me.
Maddie looks up at Vander from where she’s still held in his grip.
I swear she’s about to say something bratty, so I grab her arm. “Sit,” I command, pointing toward a booth in the corner. “Both of you.”
Riley raises an eyebrow but complies, looping her arm through Maddie’s and pulling her toward the plush seating. Maddie goes, but not without shooting me a glare that could melt steel.
Once they’re seated, I nod at Rhodes. “Get them some water.” He heads to the bar while I slide in across from the girls, keeping my body angled so I can still see the club’s entrance.
Vander takes up a position nearby, his arms crossed. He looks fucking angry and ready to rip someone’s head off if they dare come near us.
“You’re no fun,” Maddie says with a pout, her words slightly slurred.
“I’m not here to be fun. I’m here to keep you alive.”
Rhodes returns with two bottles of water and sets them down on the table.
Riley leans forward and props her chin in her hand. “You know what would be fun? If Maddie signs up for Wild Steps.”
“Masked men?” Maddie perks up, suddenly very interested. “I like the thought of that.”
“They don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who they are. It’s hot as fuck.” Riley waggles her eyebrows.
“What’s Wild Steps?” Rhodes asks, and I groan as both girls burst into laughter.
“It’s a fantasy fulfillment service that my fiancés own,” Riley explains, looking directly at Rhodes. “You know what would be hilarious? You having to watch my girl here being railed by masked men in the woods. Would that be part of your job description, Rhodes? If they lured her into the dark, would you have to watch? To make sure she’s safe while she’s getting fucked?”
“Riley!” Maddie exclaims, looking up at Rhodes shyly.
But Riley isn’t done; she turns her wicked gaze to me. “What about you, Ace? Would you stand guard while strangers fucked her? Or would that make you lose your mind?”
The image flashes through my head—Maddie spread out beneath masked men, my fists clenching at my sides while I’m forced to watch, unable to do anything because it’s what she wants. My jaw clenches so hard I think I might crack a tooth.
“Drink your water,” I bite out.
Maddie takes a long sip, her eyes locked on mine over the rim of the bottle. When she lowers it, her lips are wet, and I force myself to look away.
“I think I will sign up,” she announces. “It sounds exactly like what I need. Men who don’t know who I am. Who don’t care about anything except making me come.”
Every muscle in my body goes rigid. Vander shifts his weight, and even Rhodes looks uncomfortable.
“You’re drunk,” I tell her.
“Not that drunk.” She pulls out her phone. “Riley, send me the link.”
“Maddie . . .” I start, but Riley’s already typing.
“Done. Oh, this is going to be so good.” Riley claps her hands together. “Trust me, Maddie. It was the best decision I ever made.”
I watch as Maddie’s phone lights up with the notification.
“Holy shit!” she exclaims, eyes wide as she flicks through the link. “They have everything on here. CNC, primal play, sensory deprivation...” Her gaze flicks up to meet mine. “Voyeurism.”
Rhodes clears his throat. “Maybe we should head back. It’s getting late.”
“It’s barely even two,” Maddie counters, but she’s swaying slightly in her seat.
