Desired (Club Sin 3)

She understood, of course she did. Now it all made sense, really. He hadn’t smacked her ass or done anything he’d done the first night they’d been together. She was the broken woman. He was the man fighting his desires to use pain with pleasure. Well, she would stop that sort of thought in its tracks. “It’s not on my hard limits. So, why are you waiting?”

He frowned. “I’ve told you why.”

Frustrated, she watched him while his narrowed eyes stared back at her. Kyler had been determined to see all of her, but she was determined to know the real him, too. The man not concerned with touching her too roughly.

What happened with Rory happened, but she wanted—no, craved—those delicious smacks on her ass. The firmness in his touches. The unleashed passion on her body. “I have no say in this?”

“None.” Then he looked to her arm and brushed his fingers across her wrist. “Your tattoo is pretty. What does it mean to you?”

She allowed the change in subject, since she wasn’t getting anywhere. Soon, she’d have to get this problem solved. Though she realized in Club Sin that would never happen. His say. His choice. All on his terms. Out of the dungeon was another story entirely, and a woman always had her ways to get what she wanted. “How do you know my tattoo means something—it could just be a flower?”

He smiled, and all traces of tension erased from his features. “I haven’t met anyone who has a tat without it being symbolic.”

Like your dragon tattoo.

“It’s a lotus flower,” she replied with her heart clenching. “There are actually only four vines that all link together, which represent my family. But it just looks like more because of how the artist designed it.”

Raising his brows, Kyler traced over the vines and then moved to the black-and-gray lotus flower on her inner wrist. “It’s beautiful, and I think it’s perfect.” His gaze lifted and his smile warmed. “Been through the mud—so to speak—and blooming into a beautiful life out of the dark.”

How did he get her so well, as if his mind were linked to hers? As if he knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. She swallowed back emotion, her lips parting to reply, when another voice said, “Well, now, I see you have been taking very good care of my assistant.”

Ice coated her veins. “Oh, no.” She gasped, attempting to pull the blankets over her head to hide.

Kyler gripped the blanket and said with a stern voice, “No hiding, Ella.”

Begrudgingly, she turned to Aidan and her stomach roiled. “Ugh, you’re really standing there.”

Arms crossed, Aidan smiled. “Hello, Ella.”

“Did you see …” Her cheeks flamed red-hot.

“Seems like he watched our scene,” Kyler interjected with an amused, carefree voice. “And believe me, it was a good show.”

She glanced from the smiling Kyler to the frowning Aidan, a few times over. Then she shook her head. “I’m half naked. We just … had sex … nope, it’s weird. I have no idea what to say in this horribly awkward moment.”

It wasn’t that Aidan was her boss that made her ill; for the first time ever she realized that Aidan seemed like family. Because she equated this to knowing her brother had watched her have sex.

Gag!

She jumped to her feet, more than pleased Kyler had allowed it. While it crossed her mind that perhaps he wanted to talk with Aidan and didn’t mind her fast exit, she sure as shit didn’t care.

Brushing past Aidan and seeing Cora watching her from another couch, Ella made a beeline for the exit.

On her third step forward, Kyler called, “Ella.” She glanced over her shoulder, pulled by a power unable to refuse him. He added, “Wait for me upstairs so I can take you out of my ropes, then we’ll go to my place tonight.”

The reminder that she wore only Kyler’s ropes dropped the floor out from under her. Orgasm. Screaming. Nipple clamps!

Just kill me now.

Rubbing his hands over his face, Kyler blew out a harsh breath. Finally, Ella had opened up about something. While he’d reli

shed that his confronting her didn’t blow up in his face, Aidan showing up was not how he wanted the night to end. He dropped his hands and scowled. “Nice way of handling that.”

Aidan glared, even if his eyes held little heat. “Possibly, I didn’t deal with that well.” His voice firmed. “Do you care for her?”

Kyler wasn’t a blind man, not with Ella. At first glance, he knew there was something special about her. The first time he touched her, he knew she was his. “Buddy, I’m in love with her.”

Some of the tension eased from Aidan’s expression and his shoulders slumped. “You’re damn lucky you just said what you did.”