Then I turn around and go to the attached ensuite. I drop the used condom into the wastebasket and remove my wolf mask. Staring at myself in the mirror, at my mussed hair and my flushed face that’s dripping with sweat, I grin.
I place the mask on the vanity counter and run cool water to splash over my face, then dry off with a towel.
My grin is still on my face as I exit the ensuite and enter the room.
But it falters as I come to a stop.
The bed is empty. So is the room.
There’s no exquisite creature here. Her dress is gone, too.
My siren has bolted.
Chapter 9
Leeva
Ilaythereina pleasure-drunken haze, not quite believing what just happened. That I came to a sex club and just had mind-blowing sex with a stranger.
He’s pure perfection as he stares down at me lying on the bed. Tall, lean, and ripped in all his naked glory. And that cock… My god.
Did I really call it a penis?I mean, thatisthe anatomical name for it, but I’m in a sex club for god’s sake.
And I’m going to let him do unholy things to me.
He promised to paint my skin with his cum, and damn, I’m here for it. I’m even game to try out that saddle-thing and choke on his cock while I ride it.
Desire pools in my core just at the thought, and my excitement grows.
Until he turns to go to the washroom, and I see his back.
I can only stare in shock and horror.
“Oh my god,” I whisper after he disappears into the ensuite.
The man who just gave me the best orgasm of my life…
No. No.No.He isnotwith the Havoc Guardians MC.
But the large tattoo sitting right between his shoulders, dark and unmistakable, begs to inform me otherwise.
A skull with a halo and a trident spearing through it, the name Havoc Guardians on the top banner and San Francisco on the bottom banner.
Panic fills me.
I just had sex with a stranger at a sex club, with a man from the MC family I ran from over a decade ago.
Thiscan’tbe happening.
I hear the water turn on in the ensuite, and it kicks me into gear. I need to get out of here before he comes back.
I don’t know who he is, I didn’t recognize his voice, but I don’t care.
I stumble off the bed, my legs still wobbly from the mind-blowing orgasm. Add in my panic and hurried movements with the stilettos, and I nearly face-plant before I catch myself.
I never should’ve come to San Francisco. But mostly, I should never have come to this sex club.
What the hell was I thinking?
