Page 68 of Fix You

As we started inside the pulsating club, I turned to Rafe. “If I’ve never been here before, how did he possibly know me?”

“Everyone who works here is trained to know the family and their associates.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I own a club.”

My eyes shot wide at his realization. “You do?”

“Yes.”

Tilting my head at him, I asked, “What’s the name?”

His jaw clenched. “You don’t need to know.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not the type of place for someone like you.”

Fury pulsed through me at his words. “Are rape victims not welcome?”

Rafe grimaced. “Jesus Christ, Maeve, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then enlighten me.”

“It’s not for someone innocent like you,” he growled.

I blinked at him. After everything that I’d been through, Rafe still thought I was innocent. “Why? Is it a strip club?”

“Part of it.”

As my mind spun with possibilities, heat bloomed in my core at the thought of being with Rafe in his club. It was a fantasy of mine to go to a sex club. To watch others have sex. Maybe to have them watch me.

“Is the other part a sex club?”

His brows shot up. “What do you know about those?”

With a roll of my eyes, I replied, “Just because I was raped, it doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to what goes on in the world. For fuck’s sake, my brothers own a strip club along with this one.”

Rafe exhaled a harsh breath. “Fine. The club’s name is Inferno.”

I cocked my brows at him. “Like Dante’sInferno?”

“Yes.” His hooded eyes stared down at me. “Lots of deadly sins.”

“Do you ever partake?”

“Sometimes.”

Although my mind was screaming to walk away, I found myself asking, “What’s your kink, Rafe?”

As couples danced around us, we stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. Dipping his head, Rafe brought his lips to my ear. His breath scorched against my ear. “I like to watch.”

A gasp escaped my lips as a shudder ran through me. “Y-You do?”

“To see others giving and taking pleasure.” A shudder ran through his body. “It gets me off.”

His words engulfed me in fiery desire. It was everything I wanted to feel for a member of the opposite sex. There was no revulsion or fear at the emotions overtaking me. It was straight desire shooting through me.

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