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Seriously? He was going to play the tortured man bit and act like he had no fucking clue what he’d done to her? “You know what, never mind.” Turning her back on him, she sent Killian an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry this Neanderthal attacked you. But I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give me a ride back to my hotel, would you, Mr. O’Rourke?”

Beckett let out a string of swear words inventive enough to make a sailor blush while Killian just grinned. A familiar arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her back against Ice as he growled in her ear. “The only place you’re going is over my knee, little girl. I don’t want another word out of you until I give you permission to speak.”

A shocked squawk was all she had a chance to let out before his other hand came up to clamp down on her mouth, effectively silencing her. She tried to bite him, but couldn’t get her mouth open wide enough, so she settled for licking his palm, which only resulted in said hand tightening its grip on her face.

Motherfucker.

“Lovers’ spats aside,” Braden said dryly, his expression hard. “If you have a problem with how I run my club, Mr. Turner, you are free to leave. Killian is a valued member of Club BDE and a close, personal friend of mine. His track record is unimpeachable. Furthermore, it speaks volumes that you believe I would allow anyone in my club who does not understand the basic tenets of consent.”

Behind her, Ice stiffened. “That’s not what I meant, Braden.”

“Be that as it may, if you assault any of my members again, your temporary membership here will be revoked. Assuming, of course, that Mr. O’Rourke doesn’t wish to press charges and have you removed from the premises immediately?”

“Not necessary. I might lose my mind a bit as well if I thought I was in danger of losing a woman like the beautiful Silver here,” Killian added with a wink in Silver’s direction.

“Very well.” Braden’s tone was still tight with unleashed fury. “Mr. Turner, if you’re interested, all of the rooms here are free for the evening if you’d like some privacy to discuss this matter with your submissive.”

“That would be great, thanks.”

Braden jerked his head to the side, signaling for Killian to follow him. With a surprisingly cheeky wave, Killian fell in step beside his friend as they made their way to Braden’s office. Leaving her to her fate.

“All right, little girl,” Ice growled. “You and I are going to have ourselves a chat. In private. So tell me, which one of these rooms were you sneaking off to with a complete fucking stranger?”

Oh, man. She was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER 23

ICE

Silver raised her arm to point at the door behind Beckett. He had no idea what lay behind that door, but seeing as how they were in the middle of a kink club, he had no doubts the contents would prove very useful for the discussion he needed to have with his naughty babygirl.

“I’m going to let you go now, Silver. If you say one word before I give you permission to, I can promise you won’t like the outcome. Tap my hand twice if you understand.”

Two hesitant taps landed on the top of his hand, so he slowly pulled it away from her mouth. Luckily for both of them, she remained quiet, though the glare she shot him over her shoulder spoke volumes.

“Beckett, would you join us, please?” Ice asked, gesturing to the door behind him.

Surprise had Beckett’s brows raising, but if he had any reservations about Ice’s request, he didn’t voice it. “Sure.”

Beckett turned and opened the door, stepping aside for Ice and Silver to pass. And for a moment, when they stepped inside, Ice forgot all about the punishment he was supposed to be devising for his naughty little Silver.

The room was set up like a medieval torture chamber, with actual stone walls and iron lighting fixtures hanging from the ceilings designed to look as though they held real candles instead of lightbulbs. All of the furniture, from the high-backed chair with attached restraints, to the St. Andrew’s cross and the giant bed positioned at the far end of the room, were made with gleaming wood and thick black iron. The bed itself was a king-sized four-poster behemoth, complete with a cage beneath the bed where a naughty little pup could easily curl up and sleep at their Master’s command.

Another time, he might have enjoyed slipping a collar around Silver’s throat and having her crawl naked into that cage, but tonight was about getting to the bottom of her behavior. Now that the fear for her safety had subsided, he was left with a riot of emotions inside him that needed to be dealt with before he could decide what her punishment should be.

“Sit.” He pointed to the chair in the middle of the room, the one that would have looked almost like a throne if it hadn’t been for the thick leather bands placed strategically around the chair.

Head high, Silver swept past him and plopped her ass down onto the hard wood, arms crossed over her chest as she glared up at him, defiance etched into every inch of her gorgeous face.

Behind him, the door shut quietly, followed by the soft snick of the lock clicking into place. He was aware of Beckett taking a stance off to the side, a silent sentry, but for now it was the woman in front of him who held all of his attention.

“All right, little girl. Daddy has some questions for you. And unless you want to learn firsthand how uncomfortable that chair is with lines on your ass and a plug in your naughty little hole, you will answer me honestly and respectfully. Are we clear?”

Her lip pulled back in a sneer. “‘Honestly’, I can do. We might have a problem with ‘respectfully’.”

“Fine by me. I’m in a mood to make sure you leave here a very sore, very sorry little subbie, so by all means, please, give me a reason.”

For the first time, a hint of fear flashed in her eyes as they went round. And those deep, dark parts of him, those places that feasted on her tears and pain crowed in triumph.

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