Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
“ What manner of depravity should we try tonight, darling?” Reaper tugged me onto his lap on his throne, and I melted against him. “Suspension bondage? A vac bed? Maybe some electroplay?”
For tonight’s monthly Petite Mort party, he looked like Thranduil with his long hair down and a silver crown atop his head. A kilt made of white linen wrapped around his waist but made it delightfully easy to reach beneath it and tease him. I wore only a gold chain around my waist that he loved to tug on to pull me closer. After a lifetime of being told to cover up, it was liberating to own my body and reject any shame.
In the months we’d been free of my marriage, I’d been hungry for experience, and my pleasure Dom had been all too happy to oblige. There had been nights I’d wept in ecstasy and others where I’d laughed until my stomach hurt at the joy of it all. We’d both learned to let our walls down, and in that vulnerable space, we had found a playful, thrilling, supportive kind of love. I’d never known life could be so fun .
I adjusted him under me so his cock was trapped between my thighs, and I rolled my hips back against him. “I thought maybe you could watch me with someone else?” We’d done plenty of exhibitionist acts in front of others, but this was new territory.
“Mmm…” he growled against my ear. “Did you have anyone in mind?”
I surveyed the party, listening to his sultry voice tell me the filthy preferences of every guest in attendance. He skipped over a gorgeous blonde woman in the crowd who was wearing a red corset and black lingerie with red platform heels. Her outfit fit the vibe, but something about her felt completely out of place. She was stiff and looking around the room with scorn.
“Who is that?” I nodded subtly in her direction.
“Joel Jeffries’s daughter. Probably not a fun choice, darling.”
I froze with alarm. “The ultraconservative billionaire?”
“The very same. Another one of his desperate attempts to infiltrate and destroy our club.”
“ Then why did you let her in? ” The guy had been trying through means fair and foul to expose all the club members and shut us down.
Reaper nuzzled my neck. “Az is dealing with the lapse in door security, but facial recognition caught it within seconds of her being here.”
I turned to face him. “She’s going to out everyone now that she’s seen them.”
His villainous feline smile shouldn’t have turned me on. “She’d like to. But to do that, she’d need to make it out of here. Grim is going to see to it that doesn’t happen.”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering what I needed to say to get him to spare her. He’d do anything to protect the club, and given the extremes his enemies were willing to go to, he sometimes had to retaliate with equal brutality. Yet I still wasn’t used to it.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, darling. We’re not going to kill her. Grim is going to make her comfortable in his guest house for a while, so she won’t be able to tell anyone what she’s seen.”
Grim wouldn’t touch her, but being trapped in a house alone with him was the stuff of nightmares.
“With a father like that, she may have had no more choice than I did.”
His smile dropped. “She had a choice. It was her idea to come here, her idea to use deception to weasel her way in. She doesn’t deserve your sympathy based on the things I’ve learned about her. She’d only use it against you.”
Grim leaned against a column, watching her. I shuddered, wondering how she couldn’t feel his deadly eyes on her. Like that was the very moment she felt them, she turned and flinched when she saw him lurking in the shadows. She all but ran into one of the side rooms but made the mistake of going into Grim’s lounge.
It only had one exit. Grim stalked after her, pulling the doors to the lounge closed behind him.
She was cornered. And the embodiment of death himself was coming for her.
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