The Club Sin Series 4-Book Bundle

by Stacey Kennedy

  Her eyes softened. “Oh, okay.”

  He thought her sweet for caring and found himself wanting to find out more about her. “As for the police report, would you mind if I used a friend to obtain it? One of Club Sin’s members works for the police force and can get your report by Friday instead of the typical two weeks.”

  She hesitated, and he liked that she considered having someone invade her privacy and didn’t hurry her answer. “Yes, that’s fine. Do I need to pick it up at the police station?”

  “If you’re agreeable, I can have the document delivered to me.” He waited for her nod before he closed the distance between them. He leaned down to her face and he loved how her breath grew raspy. He craved to rub his hard cock against her thigh. Fighting against that desire, he stroked her cheekbone, enjoying how she pressed her cheek into his hand. “That’s a lovely thing for a sub to do.”

  Using her reaction to urge him on and perhaps even his own curiosity, he pressed his lips against her cheek. She jolted as if she’d been electrocuted, and her loud gasp simmered over him in an invitation.

  Too bad he had to refuse her obvious request, even if he wanted to take her up on it. Not until she signed the dungeon’s agreement would he go any further with her. Besides, he had to wonder what it was that aroused her. Him, or thoughts of the dungeon, or was she this responsive to any man? Questions he discovered he wanted to find out answers to. He slid his mouth from her cheek until his lips rested nearly on hers, and he whispered, “Now you go home, Presley.”

  He pulled away from her and she blinked, staring at him as if she didn’t see him, and her eyes were glossy. No doubt her first few nights at Club Sin would leave her in a similar state—totally unraveled.

  The thought amused him. Little bundle of nerves one minute and soft aroused woman the next. A combination that appealed to him far more than he thought it ought to.

  After another blink, she turned, and Dmitri grinned after her as she dragged her feet toward the door. The sweetheart had a similar effect on him, making his muscles twitch to go grab her and bring her back to him. “On Friday, you’re to arrive here at seven o’clock with your documentation from Dr. Schmidt.”

  “Yes. Here. Document. Seven.”

  Part of him wondered if she’d come back. Once she had time to think it all over, would she go through with it? He intended to ensure she did and would tempt her the only way he could.

  As she reached the doorway, he called, “Presley.” She turned to him, doe-eyed, and he continued. “Be brave, show up next weekend, and that kiss you’re craving right now will be your reward.”

  Chapter Three

  Presley stared up at the tray ceiling in the doctor’s office, surrounded by pale yellow walls, and wished for death. The room looked more like a fancy hotel than a sterile environment. An odd scent of roses drifted through the air, instead of the overwhelming scent of hand sanitizer she’d grown used to at her doctor’s office back home in Apple Valley. Even with that pleasant aroma and fancy decor, it couldn’t remove her discomfort at being half-naked, covered with a paper blanket, legs spread wide, with her feet in stirrups.

  “I can see why Dmitri rushed to get your tests done,” Dr. Schmidt said. “You’re very cute.”

  Presley nearly groaned but restrained herself. The last thing she wanted was a doctor saying that while getting an exam. “We’re just friends.” Or whatever he was to her, but she would not go into it with the doctor.

  Turning her head to the side against the pillow, she focused on the painting of a creek that was hanging on the wall and prayed this would soon end.

  After Dr. Schmidt finished the exam, she stood from her stool at the end of the examination table and tossed her gloves into the garbage. “Friends you may be, but you’re the first woman he has requested I skip lunch for.”

  Presley lowered her legs from the stirrups, covering herself with the blanket, able to look the doc in the eye again. “I’m sorry about that.”

  Dr. Schmidt smiled, crinkling her soft brown eyes as she tucked a fallen strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Don’t be. I’m happy to help Dmitri.”

  From the laugh lines around Dr. Schmidt’s eyes, Presley assumed she was in her mid-fifties, and while she doubted Dmitri had a personal relationship with the doctor, what did she know? Dr. Schmidt was older but beautiful, with womanly curves, and Presley could see how a man would find her attractive.

  The doc grabbed the swab containers off the examination table and strode toward the wooden desk across the room, where she used her pen to write something on the sides. “Dmitri told me you’re new to the scene.”

  Presley blinked, totally shocked that that had come from her mouth. “Um…yes…I am, Dr. Schmidt.”

  “Please call me Mary.” The doc turned to her, swabs in hand, and her eyes warmed. “I know it’s very nerve-racking. I remember when I was first in the scene, too, and how uncomfortable I felt.”

  Presley shifted against the table, the paper rustling beneath her. “Oh, you live the lifestyle?”

  “My husband and I did.” Mary approached and leaned a hip against the side of the examination table next to Presley. “Did Dmitri not tell you?”

  Presley chastised herself for being so shocked. Of course Dmitri would send her to someone who lived the lifestyle. He probably associated and trusted them most. “No, I’m sorry, he never said.”

  “Not surprised.” Mary shrugged. “He’s such a private person that I doubt he’d freely offer up any information about others.”

  Oddly enough, Presley had relaxed in this woman’s presence. “Do you both belong to the dungeon?”

  Sadness swept over Mary’s features, darkening her eyes. “I’m afraid my husband, Charles, died four years ago.”

  “I’m so sorry.” At Mary’s soft nod of thanks, Presley wanted to reach out to comfort her, but instead, she asked, “Are you a member?”

  Misery etched into Mary’s features and she shook her head. “When Charles, my Master, died, so did my need to play in a club. I have no desire to scene with anyone else.”

  Presley’s heart clenched. Mary portrayed kindness, and she was still so young to spend the rest of her days alone. Yet at the same time, it all confused Presley. Why would Dmitri trust Mary about a dungeon matter if she didn’t belong to the dungeon? “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you know Dmitri?”

  Mary gave a warm smile. “Through Charles.”

  Presley wanted to push more yet didn’t think it right, considering Mary hadn’t offered more in her explanation. Besides, Dmitri’s life wasn’t hers to dig in to, even if the man behind Club Sin made her curious. “Thank you for seeing me on your lunch hour.”

  “You’re welcome.” Mary returned to the desk to grab the swabs. “I’ll send the swabs and your blood tests off today. You can pick up the documentation on Wednesday.”

  “I’m actually heading away until Friday.” Presley shifted on the bed, hanging her legs off the side. “Do you mind if I come then?”

  Mary turned to her, and a pain she clearly couldn’t hide shadowed her eyes. “Friday works fine. The receptionist will have the documents for you at the front desk. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to contact me. A friend of Dmitri’s is a friend of mine.” She winked. “That means discounts on your bills.”

  Presley’s heart reached out to the woman, and she wished they hadn’t spoken of Charles. Mary had helped her out, and all Presley had done was remind her of her loss. “Speaking of that, do I pay the receptionist now or on Friday?”

  Opening the door to the examination room, the doctor gave a sad smile. “By discounts, I mean you don’t pay.”

  Without another word, Mary left the room, leaving Presley wondering what would make her owe Dmitri enough never to charge him for her services when she wasn’t a member of Club Sin. More important, who was Charles?

  * * *

  Wednesday nights at Mickey’s sports bar had become a tradition for the Masters of Club Sin, eve
n if only three—which included Dmitri—had attended tonight. In front of him, one large flat-screen displayed the football game. Booths were to the left, but he and the two other Masters sat atop wooden stools in front of a thick oak table in the center of the bar.

  Dmitri inhaled the aroma of the greasy food wafting from the kitchen down on the right. He enjoyed the loud banter in the pub and was more than pleased that half of the week was behind him.

  Each day took longer to end than the one before it, since Presley had stayed heavy on his mind. All her innocence and her beautiful reactions to him had trapped him in desirable and dominant thoughts, making his days long and nights too short.

  He finished off his last buffalo wing, wiping his fingers and face with a napkin. Whereas his stomach felt bloated from the obscene numbers of wings and two beers he’d consumed, Aidan’s head of jet-black hair was bowed to his plate. He ate enough food to feed a small village.

  After Aidan all but inhaled another chicken wing, his gray eyes flicked to Dmitri. “How’d it go with that sub, Presley, on Sunday?” He shook his head in mirth, holding a new wing in front of his face. “Cora talked about her so much when I had a scene with her last weekend that I had to order her to silence.”

  Dmitri chuckled, lowering his beer to the table. “She’s skittish, but there’s potential.” At Aidan’s long look, Dmitri’s lips parted to elaborate that he didn’t mind a bundle of nerves, when in front of him, Kyler interjected, “ ’Bout damn time you got yourself a new sub.” His messily styled light brown hair dangled over his forehead, and his blue-green eyes stared Dmitri down in a measured way. “Allow yourself this. Train her. Don’t ask one of us to do it.”

  If anyone else had given him such a sharp order, Dmitri would spit out a few choice words, but Kyler was a close friend of eight years. They’d met at the club Chains, when Dmitri was twenty-five, first entering the BDSM scene. Their friendship stuck, possibly because Kyler was so straight with him. “This is your business because…?”

  Kyler gave his don’t fuck with me cop look, which he’d mastered after twelve years on the force. “Just making sure your head is screwed on straight.” He grinned. “But if you’re stupid and pass on her, give her to me. The shy ones are always fun.”

  Dmitri shook his head at Kyler’s knowing smirk. That look always meant he was up to no good, and Dmitri didn’t need the reminder that he hadn’t taken on another submissive since his last sub, Katherine, four years ago.

  Although he was well aware, he enjoyed the freedom of not being tied down and hadn’t met a woman he wanted to claim. He’d met many he wanted to command and fuck, and that was exactly what he did with them. A relationship hadn’t been his top priority. Partly because deep down he craved monogamy, and he hadn’t met a woman who gave him enough satisfaction as a Master to fully commit to her.

  Even Katherine, to whom he’d been committed for three years, couldn’t find fulfillment in both the dungeon and an emotional relationship. She had craved to be a twenty-four/seven slave, which Dmitri didn’t want. He liked to dominate in the bedroom and dungeon, not out of it. Meshing the two worlds had proved impossible.

  Besides, he wouldn’t open the doorway for Kyler to voice an opinion he didn’t want. Turning to Aidan, he asked, “Cora and Presley seem really close, don’t they?”

  “They live together,” Aidan stated.

  Dmitri sat back on his stool, folding his arms over his black T-shirt in surprise. “I didn’t think Cora had a roommate.”

  Aidan bit into his chicken wing, then shrugged. “From what I heard, it’s new and unexpected.”

  Now, that interested Dmitri. “Presley told me she moved here from Apple Valley, but she never mentioned living with Cora.” Could there be more to that than he knew? She had talked about an ex-boyfriend, even if she didn’t seem interested in discussing it with him. “Wonder why she never told me about that.”

  “Got nothing for you.” Aidan took another bite of his wing. “Cora knows better than to talk to me about someone else’s personal life.”

  Dmitri didn’t know what to make of why Presley had left off that detail, but he made a mental note to revisit the thought later. He examined Aidan. These two men were his closest friends, but just as Dmitri had been single these past four years, Aidan had been unattached for five. “How are things with Cora?”

  Aidan smiled. “She’s behaving, as always.”

  “She’s good for you.” Kyler took a long sip of his beer before he lowered the bottle to the table. “Not so good for me.”

  “I trained her.” Aidan’s brows drew together with a frown as his eyes narrowed on Kyler. “She’s used to my rules.”

  Kyler snorted, picking up the burger off his plate. “Keep telling yourself that.”

  Aidan lowered the chicken wing and glared. “Voicing your opinion when no one wants to hear it is getting old.”

  Kyler grinned. “Only bothers you because I’m right.”

  Dmitri couldn’t argue that point, and clearly, neither could Aidan, since he stayed quiet. Where most would be modest and say nothing, Kyler always stated the obvious truth aloud. Dmitri didn’t mind. He appreciated the solid nature of Kyler, who had the habit of smacking the truth in his face.

  With the continuing silence and Aidan’s glare deepening, Dmitri interjected gently, “Cora does seem to do best with you.”

  Aidan froze midway from taking another bite, and his eyes narrowed on Dmitri. “Like I said, I trained her.”

  Dmitri saw through the bullshit, as did Kyler, since he snorted again before he dug in to his burger. Aidan’s interest in Cora had been why Dmitri never played with her himself. Aidan cared for Cora, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and that meant she was off-limits. Of course, Kyler always said if Aidan was too stupid to man up, he wasn’t going to deny himself a sexy sub.

  The crowd in the pub erupted into loud cheers following a touchdown, and Dmitri raised his beer to his mouth. The crisp, cool liquid rushed down his throat. He understood Aidan’s choices, but he leaned toward the same thoughts as Kyler. Aidan missed out because it was all too clear that Cora responded to him best because she wanted to. She offered her submission to him in ways she didn’t to anyone else.

  He wouldn’t point out to Aidan why he avoided the truth. Although he suspected it had something to do with Aidan’s past, and his last submissive, who died in a car accident. “You’re good with how things are?” At Aidan’s silence and raised brows, Dmitri laughed. “You don’t plan on answering me?”

  “Nope.” Aidan finished off his chicken wing, and his gaze became challenging. “You want to talk about what’s going on with Presley?”

  Dmitri frowned. “Nothing’s going on.”

  “I’m surrounded by fucking dipshits,” Kyler mumbled before he took another bite of his burger.

  Aidan smirked. “Not fun, is it?”

  In fact, no, Dmitri didn’t like the position he found himself in, but Aidan’s point was moot. “I haven’t even taken her into a scene,” he defended. “How could anything be going on? I just met the woman.”

  Kyler dropped his burger to his plate and gave Dmitri a hard look. “Did you put a rush on her documents and ask me to print off her police report instead of going the normal route?”

  Dmitri’s frown deepened. “And?”

  Aidan wiped his mouth with the napkin. “Why?”

  “Because I have the means to rush her documents and call in a favor.” Dmitri stared down his friends, annoyed to his very bones. “That makes me a dipshit?”

  Kyler returned the harsh look with one of his own. “Have you ever given a sub such treatment?”

  “When in the hell did this become about me?” Dmitri scowled, folding his arms. “I worried that if I made her wait, she might get herself worked up and suffer because she’s skittish. That’s it.”

  Kyler retorted, “Why do you care how she feels?”

  “Because as the owner of Club Sin—” He nearly said I owe her that, but wh
at did he owe her? He wasn’t even her Dom yet, nor had he made any agreement with her.

  In the face of the hard looks from his two closest friends, he swallowed his argument. His behavior was unusual, especially for him. He’d never rushed documents and never cared enough to worry about a submissive outside the dungeon. Of course, he’d never had a sub as innocent as Presley, but why was he being so gentle with her?

  Normally, he wouldn’t care so much about her in the emotional sense, and he’d give a personal thought to her only if he had her in a scene. Then he’d worry about her emotional state, because that was his duty as her Dom. Now he had no reason to feel an attachment to her.

  Exactly as he told her, in the dungeon, her life was his business. Out of it, her life shouldn’t interest him.

  Only problem?

  It did.

  He’d gone out of his way to ensure that she was comfortable. He’d gone out of his way to hurry things along to get her in the dungeon. And he’d gone out of his way to make certain she’d come back for more by promising a kiss.

  He wanted to command Presley. He wanted her kneeling at his feet and staring up at him with that slight intimidation and hot excitement. He wanted her to awaken under his touch like he’d seen her do. He wanted to be the one who introduced her to BDSM and shed those nerves, igniting a passion in her that she’d never known. The thought of all that made him ache and crave to fuck her until they both were drenched in sweat.

  At whatever expression had crossed Dmitri’s face, Kyler inclined his head, smiling from ear to ear. “Good for you, Dmitri. At least you’re man enough to admit it.”

  Aidan thumped Kyler’s arm with his fist. “Bastard.”

  Surrounded by his friends’ laughter, Dmitri didn’t share in their amusement; his only focus now was experiencing that rich hunger to claim her submission.

  Chapter Four

  On Friday evening, happiness rushed through Presley, since she was back in Vegas; not that her three-day visit with her parents hadn’t been great, but Vegas had become home. She gazed through the window at the Las Vegas Strip as hordes of tourists passed by the glass window of Scores sports bar. She chuckled at their doe eyes while they took in the sights, knowing she probably looked the same four months ago.