Sasha's head snapped back against the steel door with a hollow thud. A sharp, ragged gasp tore from her throat, her fingers digging into my shoulders so hard her nails drew blood.
"Druski..." she choked out, her voice a mix of shock and absolute, grounding relief.
She clung to me like a life raft in a storm. I began to move, my pace slow and heavy, each thrust vibrating against the locked door behind her. The sound was rhythmic and metallic, a steady bang-bang-bang that signaled to the entire room that this wasn't a random hookup.
The Silver Fox and his circle moved in even closer, their faces illuminated by the dim, hellish glow of the club. They were watching a pornstar work with a voyeuristic hunger, but I didn't give them a glance. I kept my eyes on Sasha's face, watching her lips part and her chest heave under the silk blindfold.
"Stay in the dark with me, Sasha," I rasped, my voice a dark command. "The door stays locked, but you're safe as long as I'm inside you."
