Chains (The Club #8) by T. H. Snyder Read Free Book Online Page B

bumps as I trail my finger down her chest, to her stomach and remove the tightly fitted skirt now pooling around her feet.
    “You are a magnificent creature, Stevie,” I whisper into her hair.
    Stepping back, I admire her from afar as a surge of desire spikes through my veins. Removing my jacket, I glance toward the door catching sights on the most hypnotizing hazel eyes staring directly back at me.

I’m going to kill Ashley, I mean Whit or whatever the fuck she’s calling herself. My senses are filtering through a million different emotions and honestly I can’t decide if I’m scared out of my mind or intrigued by what I’m witnessing.
    When we first arrived, I didn’t know what to expect, she shared very little detail about the club. The moment I stepped foot through the doors, my body reacted before my mind could comprehend what was going on. As my eyes scanned the large area, it quickly became apparent that we weren’t just at some random club. I mean, come on, the security check point at the entrance was enough to throw my radar into overdrive. What kind of club needs the team from Men in Black dressed as GQ models at the front door, not to mention the high tech finger scanner thing?
    As soon as we began to mingle, I noticed her attention was pulled into another direction. Reaching for her arm, I took a step toward her not wanting her to leave my side. My legs were trembling and my hands starting to feel a little clammy as I ran them down the front of my dress. She said she was going to grab us a drink and asked another member to show me around. Being here, in the presence of an absolute stranger, I felt out of my element. Instead of portraying a confident exterior, I caught myself looking around the room like a lost puppy in a cage of hungry dogs. Walking through the room, I couldn’t help but stare at the members and their guests. I was in shock. She brought me to a God damn sex club and not just any sex club, one filled with some crazy ass shit. If I thought I was dressed a bit risqué, I was wrong. My little black dress is nothing compared to some of the attire the men and women are wearing, especially those with collars fitted around their necks. She knows I’m not like this, I haven’t a clue as to what the hell she was thinking. I know I told her I’d be open-minded, but she seriously could have clued me in a little bit.
    Ugh, now I’m left alone with this random person and Ashley’s nowhere to be found. She swore to me she’d stay by my side, introduce me to some of the other members and never take her eyes off of me. Yeah, well, how quickly that plan changed ‘cause right now I’m trailing behind little miss leather and lace to the point of no return.
    I’m confused, frazzled and a bit overwhelmed. Plus it doesn’t help she told me to leave my clutch in the car—my cell phone could really come in handy right about now. Uncertainty takes over as my heart begins to beat through the thin fabric of my dress.
    She’s seriously on my shit list when I get out of here.
    Coming to a set of stairs in the back of the room, we ascend to the second floor. We’ve stopped at the top of the stairs and my sex kitten tour guide for the evening is gesturing in various directions, her mouth moving yet I’m not listening to a word she’s saying. I feel wholly out of place and with everything that surrounding me, I’ve completely blocked her out. As she begins to move through the space, I follow keeping my chin tucked and gaze directed to the floor not wanting to draw any attention to myself.
    The smells of liquor, leather and sex drift throughout the space as we approach another bar located to the left before a long corridor. I don’t know where we’re going or what I’m about to find as I continue to look for Ashley. Walking down a dimly lit hallway, a few men and women pass us by, but I refuse to make eye contact. I’m certain I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb. Along the path of twists and