“Club Sin is no longer safe.”
Six words Dmitri Pratt had never imagined saying rushed from
his mouth, and having said them out loud made them real. Sitting behind the
cherrywood desk in his home office, Dmitri faced the men he’d appointed to
oversee his exclusive BDSM dungeon, Club Sin.
Nestled by the bay window in the corner of the room, Club
Sin Masters Kyler Morgan and Aidan McKnight sat on the black leather couch,
frowns creasing their brows. Next to them on the wingback chairs, the other
Club Sin Masters, Miles Sanchez and Porter Marshall, stared straight ahead in
evident confusion.
Gutted by the realization of what lay before him, Dmitri
shifted his focus to the Club Sin submissive standing near the doorway,
awaiting his direction. “Please explain our situation, Sarah.”
Sarah’s head was bowed. Her long black hair curtained her
face, yet it couldn’t shield the quick intake of breath passing through her
cherry-red lips. “I’m not sure if you all know this, but I work for Gotcha!”
Porter, a private investigator—who was physically suited
for his job, being tall and solidly built—asked, “The tabloid?”
“Yep, that one.” Sarah’s head lifted, and she gazed at
the men through her thick lashes, revealing shy brown eyes. “Earlier tonight my
boss delivered an envelope of pictures to my house.”
Dmitri tightened his fists on his desk, preparing
himself.
Sarah continued, “The pictures show some of the Club Sin
members. Their names are on the photos.”
Silence.
The police officer, Kyler, shot to his feet. His light
brown hair was disheveled from his sudden movement, and his fists were clenched
at his sides. “Someone has been talking pictures of us . . . here?”
Sarah shifted on her feet, giving a quick nod. “I’ve asked
my boss for a few days to investigate the pictures. I thought that might buy
you some time.”
“That was smart of you, Sarah,” said Aidan, a defense
attorney and the most serious of the men.
Dmitri noted Sarah’s small smile at the compliment before
she added, “You have to act fast to find the leak. I’ve got a week to
investigate before she prints the story.”
Dmitri considered suing the tabloid. They could intervene
before the story broke. The photographer could be resentful, though, and simply
post the photos on the Internet. Frustrated by the thought, he scanned the
faces of his close friends, knowing the decision also belonged to them. “Thank
you for relaying what you’ve learned, Sarah. I’d ask that you excuse yourself now.”
She turned to exit the room. Before she left, Dmitri added, “Please keep this
information to yourself until I can talk to the members.”
“I understand.” She shut the door behind her.
Silence remained in her absence.
Sarah had told him about the pictures a half hour ago,
and Dmitri had yet to accept it.
Conflicted by his personal feelings and his
responsibility to Club Sin members, he examined the twelve pictures on his
desk. The faces staring back were of himself and his submissive, Presley, plus
the Club Sin Masters and their submissives, along with the lone bachelor,
Miles.
The only Master not pictured was Sawyer Quinn, which told
Dmitri that the pictures had been taken sometime in the last year. Sawyer had
left behind Club Sin and the BDSM lifestyle before marrying Chloe Nash five
months ago. A frown pulled on Dmitri’s mouth as he also noted images of a
well-known heart surgeon who was a Dominant and a couple of submissives who had
high-powered jobs.
While the pictures didn’t show anyone inside the dungeon,
all of them showed women in a vulnerable moment, with wind catching coats or
skirts and revealing a garter belt or lacy panties beneath. Dmitri didn’t doubt
that someone had spent a lot of time staking out his house, waiting for the
perfect moment to capture the damning pictures.
Aidan rose from his place on the couch and approached
Dmitri’s desk. Brows drawn together over his gray eyes, he picked up a picture
of himself and his wife. In bold writing it was captioned Aidan and Cora
McKnight. “What the fuck is this?” he growled.
“Believe me, I wish I knew.” Dmitri gripped the arms of
his chair, staying put as the other
Masters positioned themselves around Aidan to see the
pictures. Waves of anger ignited in the room, making the air thick.
Porter’s hazel eyes blazed when he saw the photo of his wife,
Kenzie. “Does Sarah have any suspicions of who’s behind this?”
Dmitri shook his head. “Her boss is keeping the person’s
identity a secret.”
Miles grabbed one of the photos. “Is Sarah in any of
these pictures?”
“No.” Dmitri understood the implication. “But she brought
the information forward. I doubt she’s involved.” He drew in a long breath,
settling his rage, not wanting to accuse anyone who didn’t deserve it. “In
fact, I can’t imagine anyone in Club Sin doing this to the members.”
Nods followed.
Porter cursed at the photo in his hand and then dropped
it on the desk. “What about enemies? Anyone piss off someone lately?”
Of course the private investigator went straight to the
motive of vengeance, Dmitri thought.
As Dmitri watched each Master shake his head, even he
couldn’t come up with a suspect. “The casino brings some heated conversations
with my competitors”—that went hand in hand with being the president of one of
Vegas’s top casinos—“but that said, I don’t imagine anyone would feel
threatened enough by me to do this.”
Aidan brushed a hand across the stubble on his jaw and nodded
in agreement. “I can make enemies in my line of work. But nothing that warrants
this defamation.”
Kyler crumpled the picture of himself and his wife, Ella,
before tossing it in the garbage can.
“We all piss off someone in some way every day.” His lips
thinned. “Christ, this could ruin us all.”
It's creepy, it's nitty gritty and dark and absolute delight. 
Six words Dmitri Pratt had never imagined saying rushed from
his mouth, and having said them out loud made them real. Sitting behind the
cherrywood desk in his home office, Dmitri faced the men he’d appointed to
oversee his exclusive BDSM dungeon, Club Sin.
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