After our little play session at the pool lounge ended, Killian had taken me on a long tour around the city.

Okay, rephrase.

After Killian made me cum on a beach chair and coerced me into skinny-dipping with him in the pool, he'd taken me out for a long tour around the city.

We visited a lot of places, some I remembered, some I didn't. We had lunch at one of those authentic Asian restaurants in China town that served bubble tea, which seemed to be an Asian trend at the moment.

The control freak he was, Killian forced me to finish every single piece of roast duck on my plate including the one on his.

Along the line, after visiting the iconic London Eye and splurging on a private pod for a trip to the adjacent Aquarium to see aquatic creatures from around the world, Killian got an urgent phone call from his secretary that abruptly cut the tour short.

It was something about having to meet with one of his clients tonight and he had to return to the suite to prepare.

Of course, he'd asked me to accompany him but I'd rejected his invitation, saying I would much rather stay in bed because playing the part of the doting wife with heels that hurt like hell wasn't part of my plan for the evening, but that didn't seem to sit well with him.

Long story short, after being brutally fingered and then fucked against the bathroom tiled wall, I limped over to the huge wardrobe that ran the length of the wall and searched for a suitable outfit to wear.

I rubbed my sore bum and flicked through a few hangers with my right hand. I really didn't know the occasion since Killian wasn't giving out too much but I did know it involved the night so it might as well be a dinner meeting.

Perhaps I should wear something black so I didn't stick out but looked sophisticated.

Or maybe not. Maybe a lighter color would work better and make me seem bright and happy.

No, I'd go for sophisticated instead.

After mindlessly plucking outfit after outfit, I finally managed to squeeze myself into a black thigh-high sophisticated dress that hugged my hips and showed off my hourglass figure.

By the time I finished with that, Killian was already out of his dresser and donned in a black long-sleeved shirt and grey striped pants.

He glanced over at me, eyeing my dress down in approval. "You ready?"

"Twenty minutes," I assured and walked over to the dressing table.

I sat down in front of the mirror and began to fix my face up-a little bit of eye pencil, some blusher, concealers to cover the hickey someone had seared on my neck with his cannibalistic teeth-a dash of light lipstick, and nude eye shadow, and I was done.

My shoes were stored in the other part of the room. I walked over and picked up the pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black Nirvana serpent anklet heels Gwen had gifted me and then slipped them on my feet.

I picked up a black bag off the shelf to go and took a final look at the mirror before turning to Killian.

"I'm ready."

He held out his hand for me to take. "Let's go."

As we drove down the main metropolis, I found it weird that Killian had opted to drive by himself but I didn't quell my curiosity by asking. I just sat there in the front seat and stared at the street buzzing with nightlife euphoria.

At some point, Killian got on this really long phone call but I didn't much care though, because I was too busy taking in the incredible sights that the town had to offer.

An hour later, when the car pulled up into a dark alleyway, chills crept into my skin. I stared at the building we were slowly approaching. It looked like a two-stories tall club that had no signage other than a red-lit L glowing in a dripping font above the metal door.

"Killian, where exactly is this place?" I asked as he brought the car to a standstill.

"It's a club,"

"Doesn't look like a club."

"It is. Just a bit unusual."

I furrowed my brows. "I hope this isn't like those twisted movies where you take me into that place and sell me off to some drug dealer."

"You'll be fine." He assured, dismissing my sarcasm. "Just don't leave my sight."

"Trust me, I don't plan to."

He got out of the car and took my hand, guiding me up the porch steps to the entrance.

The security man seemed to recognize him because he nodded and opened the door, gesturing politely for us to go in.

I stepped across the threshold into the club and nearly winced at the thumping bass music blasting from the huge speakers. It was noisy and crowded and the moving lights were twisting and turning, making it hard to focus.

Killian wrapped his hand around the small of my back and pulled me close. "Follow me!" He yelled over the blaring music as he steered me through the crowded throng of shimmying bodies to the other side of the club where the music slowly began to pound away.

As we walked through the blue-lighted hallway. I noticed there was another door up ahead. When we reached it, Killian pushed the door, ushering us into the huge space with only a desk and a huge metal door.

"If it isn't Killian Fobster himself." A feminine echoed from behind the desk and the figure of a woman followed as she got up and approached us.

She had a short dress on, really short. It told me everything I needed to know about her in a second.

"Welcome back." She leaned forward, completely ignoring my presence as she pressed a kiss on Killian's cheek, just an inch away from his lips.

The hold on my bag tightened. For some reason I felt revolted and angry but mostly angry because Killian didn't pull away, instead, he let go of me to return the gesture, whispering something in her ear right after that made her turn her gaze to me.

"And you must be Killian's new Mr's." She held out her hand for a shake, one I was forced to accept. "Welcome to club Leviticus, I am Sofia, it's a pleasure to meet the woman he finally decided to settle with." There was a smile on her face, but her eyes had the intensity of a woman accusing a fellow woman of stealing her man.

I smiled tightly at her in a way that made it clear I was not interested in making her acquaintance. "It's always nice to meet an old compatriot of my husband."

"We do go way back," she released my hand and eyed him from beneath her fake lashes and he just stood there, treating her with much more generosity than he ever did to me.

"Has Mr. Vladlen stepped in yet?"

She nodded. "He arrived an hour ago for his first scene. He's in the lounge getting busy with his wife for the third time tonight." She sighed warily. "But he'll see you right after."

"Is there anywhere we can wait?"

"All the VIP lounges are currently occupied. You could wait in the main room if it's not too tedious for you."

"It's not." He smiled. "I'd love to." He pulled out his black credit card and handed it to her. Her smile widened as she walked back to her desk, swiped his credit card, and returned it to him.

"Thank you once again, Sofia." He appraised calmly in a tone he'd never used with me.

"The pleasure is all mine." She leaned over her desk and pressed a button that opened the metal doors, slowly revealing another segment of the club which was entirely hidden from the outside world.

Killian wrapped his arm around me once more time and led me inside what I would best describe as a cave.

"You must know a lot of people here," I began conversationally, letting my eyes wander around the relatively dark room with subdued lighting.

"I've been coming here for a long time."

"I see." I clutched my purse. "Enough for you to have a history with Sofia?"

"We're old friends." His answer was stiff.

"Hmm. Did you get into her pants too?'

My question must have caught him so off-guard because he stopped walking and slanted a look towards me. "Excuse me?"

He looked offended.

I proceeded nonetheless. "I asked if you got into her pants or not?"

"Since you suddenly care so much, I'll save you the ambiguity. Yes. We've fucked, more times than you can count. Now put your jealous streak in order and try not to ruin things for me tonight." His voice was hard and cold and burned with spite. I felt stupid and tongue-tied. "Understood?"

I simply nodded, seemingly losing the ability to speak.

"Good." He placed his arm around me again and guided me further into the room.

"This way." He steered me towards an empty table in the corner of the room and urged me down on it before settling beside me.

I crossed my leg and looked around, immediately grateful I'd opted for this outfit because it seemed like the color code for tonight was black.

Everyone seated around the circular tables had a touch of black in their clothing. Well, except for the showgirls who moved around serving cocktails in skimpy skirts and nipple clamps. One of them approached our table and offered Killian a glass. She had stacks of bills sticking out of her skirt, no doubt put in there as tips.

"Thank you," Killian murmured, accepting a glass and reaching for his wallet to retrieve a bill that he now snuck into her skirt.

I didn't say a word about it, just averted my gaze to other parts of the club like the elevated stage which was odd because a club wasn't supposed to have a stage like that.

"What's the stage for?" I asked Killian.

He took a tentative sip before answering me. "It's where scenes are acted out."

My brow rose. "Scenes?"

The strode lights shifted around the room in that moment and rested on the stage and the red drapes that now slowly pulled up to reveal a small stage with a metal bed in the middle of it, and for some reason, seeing the side table lined with whips, crops, cuffs, ball gags, and other unfathomable types of equipment made a prickle of fear run down my spine.

"Killian..." I tapped him. "W-Where exactly are we?"

He turned to me. "Where at a sex club, call it a playhouse if you wish."

"You brought me to a...sex club?"