Page 16 of Silk and Sirens

I winked as I stepped past him. It wasn’t like I was going to admit out loud that I was blackmailing a man of the law. Albus studied me a moment longer, but I was already opening my door and striding down the corridor.

The gallery of sin was busy at this time of night, each window offering a glimpse into someone else’s pleasure. Normally, I’d linger and watch. But today I had something I needed to do.

I found Mr Finch in the lounge, a smaller, intimate space with dark décor, low lighting, and cushioned sofas. He seemed mesmerised by the way Lacey danced on the small stage, and I carefully sat beside him.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

He turned to face me, and it took everything to keep my sensual smile in place. “She is, just like you.”

Do not punch him in the face.

Leaning closer I placed my hand on his thigh, purposely stroking up to tease an inch from his erection that I wanted to rip off with my bare hands. “How are you finding your trial period, sir?”

“Amazing.” He grinned, and my stomach recoiled as he reached for my waist to pull me tighter against his side. “I didn’t know this place did trials. I’ve been trying to get a membership here for years.”

“Well, I’m here to make sure you get the full experience.” I cupped him through his jeans. “Do you want to move this to somewhere more … private?”

Graham swallowed, and from his breath I could tell he’d had a drink. Probably why he hadn’t noticed everyone else had left the lounge, allowing me to pull him to his feet without any witnesses. Grabbing his tie, I twisted, using it as a leash over my shoulder to guide him towards the Silk Suites—seven fully outfitted bedrooms and play dungeons designed for complete privacy, a deliberate contrast to the corridor’s exhibitionism.

Unlocking room three I tugged him inside, but as soon as the door clicked closed, he was on me.

My dress ripped, his lips pressing against mine as if he had every right to touch me.

“Down boy,” I purred, pushing him back so I could reach for his belt. He didn’t protest when I unbuckled it, pulling it from the loops. “So eager to finish quickly.”

His pupils narrowed at my comment, the air around him sparking with anger. “I thought you were supposed to be giving the full experience?” he sneered, his fingers digging into my upper arms.

“Exactly,” I agreed, placing my hand on his chest. “So take a seat, and let me take care of you.”

Tension threaded between us, and I wasn’t sure if this was going to end well. But after a beat he released me and sat with his legs spread in the chair. He looked like a king, and I was ready to topple him from that throne.

I removed the rest of my ruined dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in startling red lingerie. “First we’re going to play a game,” I said, and before he could comment I was tugging down his jeans until they caught just below his knees. “You don’t get to touch me.”

“That’s not⁠—”

“You do this, and I’ll let you do anything you want to me. After.”

He nodded eagerly, so swinging a leg over his thighs I leaned in close enough to reach the straps built into the chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked while I buckled his wrists to the armrests.

“Well, we can’t have you cheating, can we?” I rolled my hips against his erection, and he groaned even as I tightened the restraints.

After a second, he let out a pained hiss, so I tugged his head back with his hair.

“How does this feel?” I asked directly into his ear, dropping my voice into a throaty whisper.

“Good,” he groaned, trying to move beneath me, but was stuck with the jeans trapping his legs. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Removing myself from his lap I stroked down his chest, unbuttoning as I went. Graham’s breathing quickened, and I smiled, letting my nails trail slowly across his exposed skin as I circled behind him. I paused at his back, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other reached for the clip in my hair. The strands landed heavy around my shoulders, and with the same motion, I opened the clip, revealing the blade concealed inside.

“Maybe we should recreate what you did to Olivia,” I murmured, pressing the cold edge to his throat.

The TV opposite flickered right on cue, playing the footage of Olivia stumbling out of the bar before being forcibly shoved into his car. Graham’s face was unmistakably clear on the CCTV. There was a reason I’d chosen this room, savouring his sharp intake of breath as ten more screens blinked to life, all looping the same damning clip.

“What the fuck?” he screeched, jerking his head away from the blade.

I tsked, pressing closer. Not enough to cut, but enough for him to panic. “What happened to playing my game?”