Obsession at the Candy Club

Prologue

Some couples come to the club for pleasure.

Some come for freedom.

But only a few will be changed.

Anya saw them the moment they walked in.

Fresh. Curious. Teetering on the edge of something they didn’t understand.

She leaned against the bar, swirling the last sip of her martini, watching as the couple stood just inside the entrance of The Candy Club, taking in the world they had just stepped into.

The woman- dark haired, delicate, but not weak- clutched her husband’s hand like she wasn’t sure whether to run or let him lead her deeper.

The man- tall, composed, controlled- held her waist, murmuring something in her ear. Reassuring her.

Anya smirked.

“They don’t know it yet, but they’re already too far in.”

She had been doing this long enough to recognize which ones would come back.

Which ones would lose themselves here.

She told herself she should leave them alone. Let them have their night, indulge the fantasy, and slip back into their ordinary lives.

But she didn’t.

Because something about them made her hesitate.

Sarah.

That was her name.

Anya could see it in her posture, in the way she shifted under the weight of her own desire.

She was already burning.

And Mark?

He was watching his wife change before his eyes.

Anya smirked.

They were ready.

They just didn’t know it yet.