As he straightened to remove the spreader bar, he heard a voice next to him say, “I need to speak with you, sir.”
Dmitri turned, and at the shock of the interruption, he snapped, “On your knees, sub!”
The young Club Sin submissive Sarah, who had turned twenty-three a few days ago, dropped to the ground in a heartbeat. Her head was bowed to the ground and her hands were twined together. “Explain yourself,” he growled at her. “And do it now!”
“I’m sorry for interrupting you and Presley, sir.” Her head lifted, revealing terrified brown eyes. “But it’s important.”
Interrupting a scene between a Dom and sub in Club Sin was the greatest offense. Knowing that, Dmitri took consideration over Sarah, spotting the fear in her expression. He suppressed his further reprimand. “What do you need to say, Sarah?”
She lifted her hand, offering him an envelope. “I have something to show you. It can’t wait.”
“Show me.”
She shook her head, looking everywhere but at him. “Not here. Believe me, it’s private.”
Something fearful passed in her expression, raising Dmitri’s alarms. “Sarah, look at me.” When she stared into his eyes, he added in a dry voice, “My cock is soaked with Presley’s cum and is hanging out for all to see. You’ve also just interrupted our scene. Show me whatever you have to. I will not repeat myself again.”
She hesitated, giving Presley a pained look, then turned to Dmitri again. “Okay, sir.” With shaky hands, she opened the envelope and handed Dmitri a stack of pictures.
He kept one hand on Presley’s back, telling her to stay put as he looked at the photos. In that very second, he knew his life would never be the same again.
And that Club Sin was in grave danger.
Chapter 1
“Club Sin is no longer safe.”
Six words Dmitri Pratt had never imagined saying rushed from his mouth, and having said them out loud made them real. Sitting behind the cherrywood desk in his home office, Dmitri faced the men he’d appointed to oversee his exclusive BDSM dungeon, Club Sin.
Nestled by the bay window in the corner of the room, Club Sin Masters Kyler Morgan and Aidan McKnight sat on the black leather couch, frowns creasing their brows. Next to them on the wingback chairs, the other Club Sin Masters, Miles Sanchez and Porter Marshall, stared straight ahead in evident confusion.
Gutted by the realization of what lay before him, Dmitri shifted his focus to the Club Sin submissive standing near the doorway, awaiting his direction. “Please explain our situation, Sarah.”
Sarah’s head was bowed. Her long black hair curtained her face, yet it couldn’t shield the quick intake of breath passing through her cherry-red lips. “I’m not sure if you all know this, but I work for Gotcha!”
Porter, a private investigator—who was physically suited for his job, being tall and solidly built—asked, “The tabloid?”
“Yep, that one.” Sarah’s head lifted, and she gazed at the men through her thick lashes, revealing shy brown eyes. “Earlier tonight my boss delivered an envelope of pictures to my house.”
Dmitri tightened his fists on his desk, preparing himself.
Sarah continued, “The pictures show some of the Club Sin members. Their names are on the photos.”
Silence.
The police officer, Kyler, shot to his feet. His light brown hair was disheveled from his sudden movement, and his fists were clenched at his sides. “Someone has been talking pictures of us…here?”
Sarah shifted on her feet, giving a quick nod. “I’ve asked my boss for a few days to investigate the pictures. I thought that might buy you some time.”
“That was smart of you, Sarah,” said Aidan, a defense attorney and the most serious of the men.
Dmitri noted Sarah’s small smile at the compliment before she added, “You have to act fast to find the leak. I’ve got a week to investigate before she prints the story.”
Dmitri considered suing the tabloid. They could intervene before the story bro
ke. The photographer could be resentful, though, and simply post the photos on the Internet. Frustrated by the thought, he scanned the faces of his close friends, knowing the decision also belonged to them. “Thank you for relaying what you’ve learned, Sarah. I’d ask that you excuse yourself now.” She turned to exit the room. Before she left, Dmitri added, “Please keep this information to yourself until I can talk to the members.”
“I understand.” She shut the door behind her.