by Sam Crescent
Evernight Publishing ®
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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-723-5
Cover Artist: Jayy Aheer
Editor: Karryn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
NIGHTS OF SIN
The Bad Boy Collection, 3
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
Alexa Evans stared at the man as he commanded the attention of his audience. She only knew his first name, Corey, which didn’t sound all that interesting, but he always held her attention. She had been coming to the exclusive sex club for the past month, ever since her friend had taken her on that first night. She’d wanted to do something radical to change the way she was living life. She was twenty-nine years old, bored with life, and hoping for something to give her a little excitement.
Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine being in a sex club, watching one smoking hot guy as he played with another woman. What fascinated her was he never took the same woman twice. Corey fucked who he liked, when he liked, and he didn’t get into fights for who he wanted.
Sipping at her beer, Alexa stayed by the bar, running the bottle across her bottom lip, wishing she was the woman who was currently sucking Corey’s cock. She’d never be that woman, nor would she ever have men panting for a chance to be inside her. Glancing around the club, she saw that she was the only size sixteen woman there. Her best friend who’d brought her to the club had also been really slender. Alexa had never been slender in her life, always struggling with her weight, and with fitting in.
Her fascination with Corey concerned her.
Nothing was ever going to come of it, and she didn’t stalk him away from the club. No. She only watched him at the club. The club didn’t have a name, and it wasn’t well known. There were only a few select people who could visit the club, and of course you had to pay good money. Her friend had invited her as the club was having a special evening where members could take a friend or lover.
Alexa shouldn’t have come, but she’d loved being in the dimly lit room where she watched all kinds of decadent happenings. This wasn’t a BDSM club even though it had a part where people could play a little. She hadn’t made friends with anyone, and wasn’t interested in making any. Becca, who’d invited her, didn’t even know that she’d been a regular at the club since.
She watched as Corey wrapped the woman’s hair around his fist and pumped his dick into her mouth. There was no remorse, or any waiting around. Corey took what he wanted, and she found herself mesmerized by his moves.
“Beautiful, isn’t he?”
Alexa turned to see a guy was leaning against the bar near her. She hated being caught staring, so her cheeks heated. Staring at her beer she didn’t know what to say. She had been watching the show, and now she had to talk to another man.
“He certainly draws the eye,” she said. Her cheeks were on fire.
Stop being embarrassed.
“I’m Nathan,” the man said.
“Alexa.” She shook the hand he offered.
“I’ve noticed you’ve become a bit of a regular here.”
She forced a smile. Being at the club gave her privacy, but this man was doing nothing but invading hers.
Looking toward Corey, she felt ridiculous in her obsession, and stood. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Maybe you’d like to play?” Nathan asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Becca brought you here as her plus one. Surely she told you what went on here.”
“I know it’s open to everything—”
“Babe, we find likeminded people, and we fuck. There are no rules other than the normal, sane, consensual, and legal. There aren’t partners here generally, and if there are, they’re here more than willingly.”
“I know that.”
“Then if you want to play, I’d be more than happy to show you.”
He held his hand out, and her heart raced. Did she want to go with him? She’d not explored anymore of the club other than the main room. There was enough going on around her that she’d not needed to go looking for anything else.
After another quick glance behind her at Corey, she mentally shook herself.
“I’d like a tour, nothing else.”
“I’m more than happy to give you that.”
She placed her hand within his, and he led her away from the main room. The club was a large building, much like a hotel. She had been granted a large inheritance from her grandparents, which was why she could afford the money to give her access to the club.
At first she’d been shocked by how much information they had requested on the form. It was heavily guarded with security, safety checks, and protocols. They even did a credit check on her to make sure she was able to afford the amount annually.
They’d wanted to know her job, that she was single, even her latest blood tests and medical records. She’d given them everything. It was the first time in her life that she’d ever been adventurous. At twenty-nine she wasn’t a virgin, and had a couple of boyfriends who’d all ended in disappointment. She either caught them cheating, they were gay, or they wanted an easy life for a couple of months.
Alexa never lived outside of her means, and even though she made a modest income as a librarian, she never flaunted her inheritance.
“You don’t need to be nervous. I won’t act inappropriate to you.”
Nathan seemed nice.
They made their way out of the main club, and he took her up to the second floor.
“There’s a basement for some seriously dark dungeon and kidnapping fantasies.”
Alexa ignored the rush of warmth between her thighs. She’d always had strong, dark fantasies with a man in control. Instead of arguing with Nathan, she followed him upstairs to another room. They closed the door, and she couldn’t help but pause as she took in the scene of the large orgy.
“This is the orgy room. You pick a partner, and join the fun.”
She watched as two women kissed deeply as they were each fucked by different men. They were not the only men and women. There had to be twenty people at least in the center of the room, most of them completely naked. There were some with pants around their ankles, and she tried to look away, she really did, but failed. Everywhere she looked, there was something carnal happening.
“This is what I love about this club. You can find anything you want here.” He squeezed her hand. “Would you like to play?”
She shook her head. There was no way she was ready for this. Watching and playing were two different things.
They stayed for several more minutes before he moved on. He took her to different theme rooms. One was that of a harem where men picked from women of their choosing. She couldn’t believe how many people were actually present within the building. Not all of them were at the main bar.
He took her through many different rooms. Some were completely empty, but Nathan explained there were themed rooms for special occasions.
When they came to one room, they stood at a window, and Alexa watched as women were bound in a circle, their legs spread, and men took turns screwing the women. That was one thing she cou
ldn’t do. The women had their eyes covered, and giving that kind of power over wasn’t something she could do.
“Nathan, you’re wanted downstairs.”
They both turned around, and she saw Corey was leaning against the far wall. She looked around wondering where he’d come from, but couldn’t see any entrance other than the one she’d walked through.
“Certainly. I’m afraid I have to cut our visit short today. I’ll walk you—”
“You’re wanted now. I’ll take the woman back downstairs.”
Lowering her head, Alexa wondered what she was missing. Since she kept a careful distance from Corey, she’d never clearly heard him speak before, and his voice was as harsh as she imagined it would be. He wouldn’t tolerate any argument. Was he the boss?
No, he wasn’t the boss.
“It was nice to meet you, Alexa.”
“You too.”
She looked back into the room wrinkling her nose.
“Being fucked not really your thing?” Corey asked.
Forcing herself to look toward him, she saw his black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes reflected his laughter. He was mocking her.
“Not that.”
“Why not? You stay on the floor, you’re bound, legs spread, and you get fucked repeatedly. There’s nothing to it, just a simple action.”
“Exactly. It’s no different than having sex with a boyfriend.”
His brow quirked up, and he smiled. “You find it boring?”
“It’s not something I would ever want.” She wasn’t even aroused when watching. “It’s time for me to go.”
She made her way toward the door, and Corey surprised her even more when he grabbed her arm, stopping her.
“I told Nathan I’d take you downstairs. I wasn’t lying to him.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“When I say something, I mean it.”
Looking down at his hand on her arm, Alexa tried to focus, but she was really fighting right now to think. Corey had never spoken to her, and his voice was as deep as she imagined. All of him was all … male. There was no other word for it. Was that why he drew her attention? She didn’t know why she was so fascinated. Maybe it was his ink, or the thick muscles they were decorated on. His arms were covered in tribal ink, black patterns up and down his arms. She’d see the large dragon tattoo on his back, along with many other designs over the past four weeks.
He was also confident.
“You can let go of my arm.”
“I will.” He held her hand all the way back down to the main club.
Alexa wanted to die as she passed each new room. Why did she have to go with Nathan? She hadn’t even wanted to.
Once back in the main club, Corey released her.
“Thank you.”
With her humiliation complete, she made her way toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
She spun around and saw him leaning against the wall once again. He seemed to fill every room, but it must have something to do with him being over six feet tall.
“Home.”
Corey surprised her even more as he escorted her out of the club, and even flagged down a cab, handing the driver some money.
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“Again, I do what I want, and no one is going to stop me.” He gave her a wink, and she was left somewhat shocked by his attention. Corey didn’t stop for anyone.
****
Making his way down to the basement, Corey walked over toward Nathan who was observing the room.
“No one needed me down here,” Nathan said.
“I know.”
Nathan turned toward him. “What could I possibly have been doing wrong to you?”
“The brunette, stay away from her.”
“She’s been here the past four weeks, and you’ve not even approached her.” Nathan’s hands turned to fists. He wouldn’t fight. No one fought within the club. It was a strict rule that would end up with instant expulsion.
“Don’t go near the brunette.”
“For fuck’s sake. It’s not like you’re even going to spend all that much time with her. What? You’re going to fuck her and forget her?”
“What more were you going to do?” Corey asked. “You think you’re going to find a little submissive here? You wouldn’t even take her down here.”
“This is not the room for everyone.”
The dungeon room was for the darker fantasies. Some of the men and women had kidnapping fantasies, which were played out here. This was what made the club so unique. It was all safe, but it also held a high standard that if anyone got hurt, there were always consequences for their actions.
“The brunette is not yours.”
“Alexa. Her name is Alexa, and don’t worry. She’s spent so much time watching you, I decided to cut her a break. Some women should be shown more attention than anyone has shown her.” Nathan shook his head. “I’m surprised she has gone four weeks without a guy approaching her. She’s fucking beautiful, and she doesn’t even know it. Four weeks I’ve watched as she sat at that bar, watching you, and I fucking watched her. No guy made a single move on her.”
“There’s a reason for that.”
“You, again?”
Corey raised his brow. He wasn’t in the habit of defending his actions. Rarely did he actually do it. “This is the last time I’ll say this, stay away from her.”
He walked off and was stopped by Nathan calling to him.
“What makes you think she’s even going to want to do anything with you?” Nathan asked.
Smirking, he faced the other man. “Like you said, I’ve got four weeks, and she’s been watching me.”
He left the basement and made his way toward the main part of the club, but he veered off, going toward the secluded main offices where William, the club’s owner, would be going through accounts, and all the things important to running a successful sex club.
Entering the office without knocking, he watched as William didn’t even bother to raise his head.
“Who have you insulted now?” William asked.
“How did you know it was me?”
“You don’t knock. Everyone else actually knocks when they require my attention. You, however, never do.” He dropped his pen, and leaned back in his chair. “Well?”
“I want information.”
“And you think I can give it to you?”
“A brunette, Alexa, I want to know about her.”
William shook his head. “It’s not going to happen.”
“You know who I’m talking about.”
“I know exactly who you’re talking about. Alexa turned up as Becca’s plus one a few weeks ago. After that night, she paid for exclusive access to the club, and besides tonight, she has not ventured anywhere else but the main bar, not even using any of the private rooms.” William ran a finger across his bottom lip. “Why do you want the information?”
“Curiosity.”
“No. You don’t do things by being curious, Corey. No other woman has ever drawn you to looking at her information.”
He smiled. William was a friend, and they’d grown up together.
“I won’t share any information from the file.”
“No, you tell me what makes this woman different from the others? You know I’ve had women complain that you don’t give them the time of day.”
“I know there are many rumors about me within the walls of the club. They’re wrong of course. I’d have used the women months ago, and there’d be no point in coming here.”
“Instead, you go through them as if they’re going out of fashion,” William said.
“They approach me.”
“That’s what’s different with Alexa. She hasn’t approached you. She watches, and stays at the bar, and then leaves.”
Corey had been watching her just as she’d been watching him. She’d not done anything in her curiosity. No, she stayed, she watched, she left.
“Has she been here?” he asked.
“Asking for you? No. The only time Alexa and I spoke was dealing with her application.”
Corey found it intriguing that a woman would pay a large amount of money to be part of a club, and yet not even use any of the facilities. She watched, and that was it. He saw the yearning in her eyes, the need that she tried to keep locked away, but he saw it all. Alexa wasn’t using the club to its full advantage.
“I’ll give you an extra million for that charity you like,” Corey said.
It was time for William’s brow to go up. “You’d part with your millions just to get a shot at this woman?”
“I’m just trying to answer some questions.”
“No.”
“I won’t share any of the information you share.”
“It’s still no.”
“Two million.” This woman was proving to be very expensive.
“Five million,” William said.
“Done.”
Corey was rich beyond his wildest dreams. He’d sold his father’s business for a great deal years ago, and he had more money than he’d ever use.
“Fuck!” William shook his head, going through another door toward the large filing cabinets he kept stored.
“Don’t you do all of this over the internet?”
“Internet storage gets hacked all the time. This is more secure.” He opened one drawer, going through the files, and pulled out the one marked “Evans, Alexa”. “This is the one you’re after. You don’t leave the office.”
“Okay.”
Sitting in the chair opposite the desk, Corey opened the file and scrolled through it. “She’s a librarian. How the fuck can she afford your fucked up prices?”
“Look through.”
She had an amazing credit score, and bingo, inheritance, even though she still worked. He liked this woman.
“Any fantasies?” Corey asked.
“It’s at the end, providing she was honest about it. You tell anyone about this, Corey, and I will remove you from the club.”
Corey stopped playing around. “I wouldn’t do that to you, or to this woman. I may be an asshole, but even I know private fantasies are that, private until you’re ready to play with them.”
“Are you going to hurt this woman? Alexa, she seems nice.”
