CLUB RED: SIN AND SEDUCTION

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits-until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn't have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She's curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he's done pretending it won't be him.

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Chapter 1

Sandra

Of course, my spoiled, rich, badly behaved boss isn't answering his phone.

I sigh, glancing up at the club-a deep-gray building that somehow stands out against the rundown warehouses around it.

The music thrums beneath my feet before I even reach the door, the vibration crawling up my body. If it's this strong outside, I can only imagine how deafening it is inside.

Steeling myself, I pull open the door to Club Red.

Red lights. Thick, musky air. The heavy bass pounding through my chest.

A hulking man stands by the entrance, arms crossed. He doesn't speak, just tips his chin toward another door. I refuse to meet his gaze as I walk past.

I don't belong here.

At twenty-four, I've never set foot in a club, and I've never wanted to. Drinking. Strangers grinding. Guys making passes or touching women without permission. Every story I've heard is enough to keep me away.

But Club Red isn't like the places my friends have talked about. Their clubs are about dancing and drinking. This one? This one is something else entirely.

I push through the ten-foot-tall door.

The music crashes into me like a tidal wave.

I freeze. My cheeks heat as my brain struggles to process the scene in front of me.

Red light bathes everything in sin.

Couples dance. Drinks flow. Moans and screams fill the air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and sex.

My eyes dart around, unable to find a safe place to land. A woman-naked, bouncing, riding a man-her bare back glistening. My gaze jumps away. A group of men lounging, laughing as women kneel between their legs, heads bobbing. My stomach tightens. A woman on her hands and knees, a man behind her, another beneath her, another in front-each taking what they want.

Heat coils low in my belly. No. Absolutely not. I should not be thinking about what that might feel like.

I take a shaky step back. No sudden movements. No drawing attention to myself. I need to find Rico and get the hell out of here.

A scream snaps my head to the side. The first woman-the one riding-shudders, her movements slowing. The man's fingers dig into her hips, guiding her down in a controlled rhythm. A second later, she collapses against his chest, spent. My face burns.

Focus.

Six doors. Each painted a different color. Red. Blue. Purple. Yellow. Are they coded?

Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door.

I need to find Rico. If I don't, it might cost me my job. He's a nightmare of a boss, but he's very clear about what happens if I fail.

The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues.

Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes-stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

She's on her hands and knees, her breasts bouncing as the man behind her pounds into her at a relentless pace. No way that's pleasurable.

... Or is it?

She's clearly having a good time-I can see the light in her eyes, the heat in her expression. Her partner grabs a handful of her hair at the base of her scalp and pulls. She moans, though the music drowns it out.

Heat surges through me. My chest flutters, breath hitching. Am I about to pass out?

Her backside ripples as he slams into her. She arches her back, bowing beautifully, inviting him in more.

I back up, colliding with the wall. My courage scatters like fireflies. Can I even do this? Can I find Rico in here?

It's not right that watching this has such a profound effect on my body. I've spent my life saving myself for marriage, avoiding porn, sex, even too much intimacy with a pushy ex.

Not that I don't have urges. I think about Rico more than I care to admit, and the way women cycle in and out of his life makes me wonder-am I missing out?

Still, it's not that I don't want sex. I just want to wait. Once I'm married, I'll give myself freely, but the idea of being exposed, used while others watch, has my heart pounding.

The harsh red lights cast eerie shadows. Will I even recognize my boss in this place? A horrifying thought slams into me-what if I walk in on him doing something like...

I can't finish the thought, but my gaze darts to another man lounging on a couch, his hand gripping the back of a woman's head as she takes all of him in her mouth.

Would I ever be able to look at Rico the same way?

I swallow hard. This is my job. I'm Rico Red's personal assistant. I have to push past this discomfort-for my job, my future, my life.

A deep growl by my ear nearly rips a scream from my throat. My body jolts, white-hot pinpricks skimming every inch of me.

"I never expected to see you here."

Every instinct screams at me not to look up, but I can't stop blushing. Thank God for the red lighting.

I never expected to be here, but my voice won't work. I can't catch my breath, let alone speak. Rico's hands settle on my shoulders, sliding down to my elbows-possessive yet oddly comforting.

"I can tell you're uncomfortable." His voice shouldn't make me feel safe, but it does, and that's dangerous. Rico is ruthless, savage, a man who gets what he wants. I promised myself I'd never trust him.

"I am a bit out of my depths here." My words stumble. Why am I here again? What was so important that I willingly walked into this place?

But all I can focus on is his breath on my neck, the way his fingers tighten, his warmth pressed against my back.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Desire, arousal, sex... they're all natural." His fingers skim my chin, tipping my head until I meet his stare. His touch trails down my throat, lingering at the top of my shirt before falling away, but his gaze stays locked on me-hungry. "What you're feeling, what you want... it's natural."

Of course, he's right. But I've spent my life fighting these feelings.

The pulsing music. The moans around us. The heat of his body against mine.

Can I leave this place with my innocence intact? I already feel like I lost part of myself just stepping inside.

Every ticking second, every moment Rico holds me, his eyes dropping to my lips, I weaken.

I want him. I've wanted him since the day I started working for him.

"It's okay to give in, if you're comfortable. No one here will judge you."

His deep, throaty growl splits my mind from my body.

I want him to show me the pleasure these women are tasting.

Rico

Seeing Sandra here in Club Red might as well have been a dream come true.

To say I've wanted her since she started working for me is a massive understatement; I wanted her the moment I laid eyes on her. And I'm not used to not getting what I want.

She's been working under me for over a year-long enough to prove she's the best damn personal assistant I've ever had. Most don't last a week, but Sandra stuck it out through my stormy moments, my cold spells, and every ruthless, savage step I've taken to ensure I come out on top.

I own Club Red, but Vital Tech is my lifeblood. She's my lifeline there, her finger on the pulse, disarming clients, putting investors at ease, roping in grown men with a smile.

I don't care that she works for me. PR nightmares? Irrelevant. Losing my position? Laughable. Money talks, and I use every asset to get what I want.

And I want Sandra.

But nothing has worked. Not yet.

Now, she trembles in my arms, her scent thick with heat and arousal. She's hot, ready to be taken. Vanilla bean perfume floods my senses, leaving me greedy for more.

"Watch them." My voice is gentle, but it's not a request. Her attention flicks to the writhing bodies around us-fucking, sweating, getting off.

Hunter-a fellow billionaire and, if I had such things, a friend-catches Sandra's gaze. He grips the back of a girl's head, shoving his cock deep into her throat. A choked sound escapes the woman as Sandra shivers in my arms, eyes locked on them.

"Who is she?" Wrong question. She should be asking who he is. Hunter isn't a man to be trifled with, and the way he's looking at her tells me she's not safe from his desires.

"I'm not sure." I don't know most of the women here. The ones I do either get special treatment or are cut loose.

"Oh." Surprise laces her voice, but her thoughts scatter when I run my fingertips up her throat, brushing her hair away from her ear. She shudders, still staring as Hunter spills down the woman's throat. His sharp gaze lands on Sandra, and I watch goosebumps rise along her arms, up her chest, to her neck.

"Go," Hunter commands.

The woman nods, standing with a lazy confidence, her naked curves glowing under red lights. She thumbs the corner of her mouth as if wiping a drop of cum before sauntering off. Hunter adjusts his pants, buckling his belt as he approaches Sandra-who instinctively steps back. Right into me.

I don't let her move.

Hunter stops before her, his gaze sliding to mine as he speaks past her. "Is this a new treat?" His dark voice sends another shiver through her. His eyes rake over her clothed body, assessing.

"No." I glance down at Sandra, making sure the weight of my words settles on her shoulders. "Unless she'd like to be."

Her pulse hammers at the base of her throat. Lips part. A quick shake of her head. "Uh, no, that's not for me. Sorry. Thanks."

I hold her steady, her soft curves pressing against the front of my pants. She's not thinking straight-understandable, given the circumstances. A sweet virgin like her? Never been sandwiched between two men who'd ruin her, use her until she begged for mercy. But her breathing says it all. The way her pulse flutters. She's overwhelmed. Excited.

"That's too bad." Hunter sounds genuinely disappointed, his gaze drinking her in before narrowing, sending a ripple of unease through her.

Good girl.

She should be scared. Hunter is like me-a self-made man with more money than morality, skeletons locked tight in closets, secrets buried deep.

Sandra inhales sharply, her body responding before her mind catches up. Excitement and fear blend into a scent I know too well. She's young.

Too young?

At thirty-two, I should know better than to crave a twenty-four-year-old. But Sandra breaks all the rules by following every single one.

I have no doubt-she's a virgin. Never had a serious relationship. Saving herself for marriage.

Not because she lacks desire.

No, she's just been repressing it.

And that makes me want her even more.

I want to show her what she's been missing.

I know Hunter can feel that side of her too, and he seems as intent on breaking her free as I am.

"Maybe I could change your mind." Hunter's words aren't a question. He steps in closer, pinning her body to mine. We've shared women before, but this feels different.

Sandra shakes her head, silent.

She's a lamb in a wolf's den. I want her. Hunter wants her. Plenty of men here would take her without hesitation. Hell, with her untouched state, many would pay obscene amounts just to be the first. But I've kept that little detail to myself. No one else needs to know.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" Hunter pushes again, and an odd, protective surge rises in me.

I don't want Hunter to touch her.

"She said no. Back off." I nod at the red lights-reminding him of the club's rules. If he won't respect them, he can leave. Friend or not.

No one gets a second warning here.

Hunter raises his hands in surrender, eyes narrowing. "I hear you loud and clear, boss."

I've overplayed my hand. Now that he knows she's important, he won't back off-not until he knows why or wins her over himself.

He saunters off, and I turn to Sandra. "Let's go somewhere we can talk."

Of course, talking is the furthest thing from my mind. But I won't scare my little rabbit when she's already so close I can taste her.

She nods. I guide her toward the doors. I lean in. "Red means follow the club rules." I gesture to another door. "Blue means orgies-everyone is welcome."

She startles, but I steer her through the red door, then into a private corridor.

"What does purple mean?" She shivers. I catch her biting her lip, regretting the question. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

She's lying. She wants to know.

I swipe my access key card, unlocking a room without a viewing window. Here, we're alone. No interruptions. No one enters without the right key.

She steps inside, mouth slightly open. Despite the room's purpose, it's elegant-an oversized black platform bed, anchored silks hanging from the ceiling. Recessed LED strips bathe the space in warm light, chasing away shadows.

She reaches for the silks, threading them through her fingers. "This is beautiful."

"Some women like to hang during sex, some like to be bound, others like to brace themselves for certain activities."

She jerks her hand back, shocked.

I take a slow step closer. The door locks behind me.

"Have you ever succumbed to your own desire?" My fingertips trail lightly up her arm. A shiver runs through her, goosebumps rising over her exposed flesh.

She's prim and proper-silk blouse, knee-length pencil skirt, smart flats. Her brown hair pulled back, blue eyes staring at me from a makeup-free face. Her lips are parted, breaths shallow, chest rising and falling in a very distracting rhythm.

"What...?" she whispers.

"You heard me." I close the distance. "Have you ever wanted a cock so badly you'd do anything to get it?"

Her body reacts to my words.

"I... I don't know what you're asking..." Her voice trembles.

She's not fooling me. She knows exactly what I'm asking.

"Why hold back?" I murmur, fingers trailing through the hair at the base of her neck. She shivers. "Why not give in to your hunger?"

She swallows hard. I fist her hair, giving a slight tug. Her lips part further, a sharp exhale slipping past them. I pull her body toward me, my cock so fucking hard I can barely contain it.

Her wide eyes meet mine. She feels the shift in the air.

"Are you ready for me to show you what you're missing?" I whisper.

She trembles as I pull her closer, her lips so near I feel her breath. Cinnamon-sweet and spicy, her favorite mints.

She leans into me, no resistance. She's off-balance-without my hold, she'd fall at my feet.

"I..." Her gaze flickers to my lips.

Damn, I want to kiss her.

I know she'd give in. But I don't want surrender.

I want her to need me so badly she begs. Pleads.

I want to hear her lips beg me to take her virginity.

Rico

The tension between us has been building since the first time we met, but this... this is the moment where I see it all click into place. The moment where I feel that tension finally snap, and the moment where everything changes between us.

I'm going to make her mine.

I'm going to consume her. I'm going to consume her body, and I'm going to consume her soul.

I'm going to make her come to me, again and again.

She's never been with a man before, and I'm going to make sure that by the time I'm done with her, she's begging me for anything I'm willing to give her.

"Rico..." she whispers.

The sound of my name on her lips leaves me throbbing and desperate to press myself into her warm, wet depths.

I pick her up and press her back against the soft, padded wall. She holds her breath and her eyes widen with uncertainty, unsure of what to do next. I roughly lift her skirt with my fingertips, giving her the space to wrap her legs around me.

As her thighs grip my hips, I feel her keeping some distance between us. I grit my teeth and swallow hard, not wanting our time here to end with this wall between us. I hold her gaze and wait silently as I am wanting her to pull me in close and let me fill the void.

But she seems tense, even as I grab her wrists and pin them to the wall on either side of her head.

"I want to fuck you, Sandra," I growl in her ear.

She moans in response, the tendons in her wrists flexing as she tries to free herself from my grip. I let her go and her hands clutch at my shoulders. Her fingertips dig into my flesh, and I know she's looking for control, a way to ground herself in this lustful whirlwind.

"Rico, I..."

She seems to be trying to think, as if her mind is clouded by a thick fog of confusion and lust. "I think you're misunderstanding why I'm here, Rico."

She says the words with more clarity than she seemed to have the entire time she's been here, and I hear the serious edge to her voice. "Rico, we need to talk."

"I'll listen to anything you have to say." I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as I touch my lips to her skin. I've never wanted her more than I do in this moment.

"Rico, Clarke asked me to cancel his contract."

The second she says the words, I feel my body react. All the need, desire and arousal filling me instantly halts, and my brain switches over to business mode. I set her down on her feet and begin to pace back and forth in the room.

She wrings her hands, as if unsure what to do or say now and I realize I've been a fool. Of course, she's not here to be with me the way I hoped. She's here to help me keep a client from walking out with all his money and leaving us high and dry.

"I already told him that we have a clause about terminating the contract early and that he'll owe everything agreed to, but he told me he's going to have his lawyers look it over and find a loophole." She sounds terrified and I turn to her.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention right away." The fact that she had braved her discomfort and came into my club to talk to me about my other business and warn me of a potentially ugly situation doesn't escape my notice.

She nods her head. "Of course."

I can still smell the heat rising off of her but getting in her pants is the last thing on my mind at the moment.

Right now, I'm focused on figuring out how to keep Clarke's contract intact.

I need to reach out to my lawyer, I need to make calls, and I need a clear head - easier said than done now that Sandra has gotten under my skin the way she has.

As for Clarke himself... either he'll stay or I'll destroy him, everything he stands for, and everything he cares about.

He should know better than to fuck with me or my business.