Page 80 of Hook

He chuckles and shifts the stick into gear, pulling out of his driveway at speed. Cillian drives toward the city and I gaze out of the window, not wishing to engage in conversation with him.

After a fifteen minute drive, he parks in front of a warehouse building with bouncers standing outside. “What is this place?” I ask.

“Neverland.”

My brow furrows. “What’s Neverland?”

“No questions. You’ll see.” He gets out of the car, and I follow suit. “Come on.” He walks around and grabs my hand, yanking me toward the odd, dark building.

“This place gives me the creeps,” I say.

Cillian chuckles. “You’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

We walk into the warehouse and I am shocked to find that it is opulently decorated on the inside; with velvet curtains, ornate light fixtures, and beautiful artwork. The floor is marble, and in the middle of the room is a large stage with a live band playing jazz music. Everywhere I look, there are scantily clad people dancing and drinking.

“What is this place?” I ask in awe.

“This is my sex club,” Cillian says with a smirk. “Welcome to Neverland.”

My stomach dips. Sex Club.

“The real fun is through here,” he murmurs, dragging me through a pair of double doors.

My heart rate accelerates when I notice the booths around the room with clear glass windows. Most of them have people either having sex or participating in various other activities involving torture or pleasure alike.

“Why the hell did you bring me here?” I hiss, knowing there’s no chance in hell I’d fuck him in public.

“Because I thought you’d enjoy it.”

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Enjoy what, exactly?”

He moves closer to me, grabbing my arms and forcing me to unfold them. “Enjoy the thrill of being here, or seeing what it’s like to watch and be watched.”

The way he speaks makes it sound alluring. However, there’s no way I’m having sex on display with this man.

“You’re insane.”

Cillian steers me toward one booth. “It’s fun to watch, isn’t it?”

The scene in front of me is shocking; a woman hangs from a swing while two men fuck her, one thrusting into her pussy while the other forces his cock down her throat. I feel my own pussy get soaking wet at the scene, unable to believe that she doesn’t care that people are watching her be used in that way.

Cillian’s warm breath brushes against my earlobe. “Don’t you want to learn about your desire for pain? As this is the perfect place to explore it.”

I shudder, hating myself for the way my insides flutter and my body heats.

What is wrong with me?

“I’d rather not,” I say, swallowing hard. “I already hate myself enough.”

He growls softly in my ear and spins me around, his eyes ablaze with what I can only describe as rage. “Hate yourself? Are you insane?”

“I’m fucked up for enjoying it,” I admit.

He yanks me against him and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look at him. “You’re perfect for enjoying it. There’s nothing fucked up about you. The only fucked up thing is the fact that society acts like it’s taboo to enjoy pain and pleasure, when it’s human fucking nature.” He presses his lips to my shoulder and bites, making me whimper. “You should love yourself because you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. A fucking goddess I want to worship.”

I shudder as he kisses me lower, his lips making goosebumps rise across my flesh. “Cillian,” I breathe his name, unable to help it when he’s talking to me like this.

“Come into a booth with me,” he murmurs.

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