Page 74 of Morally Corrupt

"You still work here?" I make my best attempt at conversation. Even her voice sounds huskier than usual, or maybe it's the acoustic in the club.

"Of course," she lies and smiles seductively, her hands roving about my body.What is her game?

"Tired of that girl of yours?" she asks with a pout, and it takes all my willpower to control my expression. She's got to be the ultimate liar. There's absolutely no tell, no trace of guilt even. It's then that I decide to turn the tables on her. Maybe it's petty revenge, but she has brought it on herself.

"She's… bland," I reply, my fingers teasing her jaw before jerking her closer. My mouth is now maybe one inch away from hers.

"Want me to make it better?" She licks her lips. I immediately capture her tongue in my mouth, sucking on it. Her hands wrap around my neck, and I bring her closer to my body, my mouth devouring her in a punishing manner.

"Upstairs!" I say, and she slowly nods, probably still dazed from the kiss.

I grab her hand and all but drag her upstairs, where an attendee asks us what we are in the mood for.

"Torture chamber," I say, knowing that's the one place I hadn't gone to with Pink in the past. While our encounters had been wild, rough, and sensual, we'd never ventured into more dangerous territory. Honestly, I'd never thought something would ever crack my carefully built control, but Bianca is awfully close to unleashing a storm. There's a reason I always held back…

But somehow, I know my little deceiver can take it.

"Hmm… feeling frisky?" She purrs on my arm as I lead her towards the room.

"You have no idea, babe."

27

BIANCA

I've just gotten home when I receive a message from an old contact that my husband is asking questions at the Palace. At first, I'm stunned, my mind wondering why he's there.

Does he suspect anything?

Why would he go back there?

Initially, I convince myself to go there as Pink to investigate the circumstances, and should the situation require, alleviate any concerns regarding Pink's identity.

I've even taken more care than usual with my get-up, wanting to look as different from Bianca as possible.

There's no way he knows… I keep telling myself.

But as I get to the club and see him looking all manly and delicious, I can't not take advantage of the situation and pretend to be Pink for a little longer…

Maybe he'll even punish me for being a naughty girl.

And now?

Now, Theo's taking me to the torture chamber—so-called because of its myriad of toys and props.

I've seen it before. I've longed for Theo to take me there. But he never has.

Until now, that is.

Maybe I should be worried he's willing to sleep with another woman. But considering that the woman in question is me, the implications just don't hit me as they should.

I'm simply happy to be here. Maybe too happy.

And he is going tofuckme. Not make love.Fuck!And I can bet it's going to be dirty as hell.

We enter the room, and I giggle at the sight of the interior, imagining Theo doing wicked things to me in all those scenarios.

There are benches and chairs made to maximize both pain and pleasure. There's a cross in the form of an X at the back of the wall, while in the middle of the room, like a low chandelier, there's a suspension bar. Both sides of the room are fitted with different instruments to inflict pain—crops, whips, bars, and others I can't even name. A shiver of anticipation runs through me.