“It’s one way to fix it,” Roman said, no judgment in this tone. “So, what are you going to do?”
Chapter 30
Ryder
“Seriously? Another sex club?” Violet glanced at me, her cheeks glowing pink even beneath the early afternoon light.
She was so cute in her innocence.
It made me want to taint her.
“Why here?” she asked, playing with the end of her hair.
We’d spent most of the morning sorting through everything we had on her mum’s past: documents, photographs, scraps of half-stories… And the connection hit me.
What also hit me was that Violet couldn’t sit still to save her life. Her mind fascinated me as much as it wore me out. We’d barely started discussing one photograph before she was reaching for another, already halfway into a different thought, a new theory, a tangent that somehow still looped back to where we started. Watching her was like trying to track a storm. Fucking chaotic.
“You’re gonna have to trust me,” I said, winking when her blush deepened and her eyes widened.
Christ, that single look dragged my mind straight back to last night. She’d been beautiful on her knees, mouthopen, face flushed and eyes wet with tears as she struggled to take every inch of my cock.
What a shame beautiful things don’t last.
My mother was beautiful.
Until she wasn’t.
“Or not,” she said, dragging me from my inappropriate thoughts and back into the moment.
Oh, yeah. Atlantis. Sex club. Strange flower symbols on missing girls.
I remembered why we were here now.
“Don’t look so scared,” I teased, just to see if I could get her to blush again. She did, which was a win for me. “I’m not taking you in here to ravish your body in front of a crowd.” I dropped my voice, whispering against the shell of her ear, “We both know you prefer for me to do that in private.”
“Stop being a pervert,” she muttered, her large eyes lifting to the glowing trident above the door. “Do sex clubs even open during the day?” When I made an affirmative sound, she wrinkled her nose. “That’s weird, right?”
“You’re such a prude.” I patted the top of her head for emphasis, which earned me an eye roll in return.“Are sexual deviants not allowed out during daylight hours now? Do we have to slink back into the shadows until sunset? How very regressive of you.”
She swatted my hand away, but the laugh that burst out of her seemed to catch even her by surprise. It was like pure fucking sunshine: warm, honest, and impossible to resist. Even now, I felt my grin widening, pulled along by the sound of it.
“Are you done?” she asked once she’d calmed, her lips twitching as she fought a smile. “Why are we at a sex club?”
I dipped my head, letting my gaze drop, slow and deliberate. “Well,” I drawled, “it was either this, or we finally introduceyour cunt to my cock.Seems overdue, don’t you think?”
With a somewhat dramatic sigh, Violet took a step towards the heavy metal door.
Atlantis was one of the most exclusive, invite-only sex club on the Isles, and somehow, I had access.
Okay, fine. Roman got me a guest pass. Which wasn’t weird at all.
…Alright, it absolutely was. But we’d both agreed to never acknowledge it because while I was happy to share as long as the ‘no touching’ rule was enforced, Roman didn’t share. Period.
He wouldn’t even watch, so when we visited together, he’d just sit at the bar while I went off to satisfy my kinks. I only really came to Atlantis for one thing: to explore the edges of my desire in a space where I could hold the reins completely. The girls I usually brought to my bed were fine, willing enough and eager to follow the rules. But not many could handle being entirely restrained. Utterly at my mercy.
Women here were drawn to what I offered: submission wrapped in ropes.
I didn’t crave chaos, or loss of control. I craved order and the complete fucking surrender of power. The way their bodies bent beneath my hands, bound and vulnerable.
