Ruthless Angel (Gods of Ravencrest University #5)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CLOVER

“And you were worried about my outfit at the party?” I glanced down at my heaving cleavage. Surely it would smack me in the chin any moment now.

I stood in the upstairs bathroom with the door open, staring at myself in the mirror. A black leather corset cinched my waist and thrust my breasts up higher than they’d ever been. The tiny black tutu skirt barely covered my ass, leaving my cheeks hanging out. This was insanity.

When the guys had told me about the Sinners calling in their favor, I’d been wary. Once I heard what said favor was, I almost pissed myself.

An underground sex club? Wasn’t that for people with kinks and fetishes? Swingers and stuff? I wasn’t about to yuck anyone’s yum, but that kind of place was not for me.

Of course, hearing that there may be some deadly activity for the dark web taking place inside had made me sick. I wanted to help if people were being hurt or killed in there. Although I didn’t know if I had it in me to see this through. It would be dangerous.

Daire leaned in the doorway, watching me through the mirror. “God, I fucking hate this. I wish we didn’t have to send you in there. You do look sexy as fuck though.”

My lips were a bright red, my eyes lined in dark shadow. It definitely wasn’t my usual look. I finger combed my blonde waves and sighed.

“I’m going to need a drink before I go in there. A little liquid courage.”

There had been quite the debate on who should come in with me. Daire wanted to come, not wanting me out of his sight in a place like that. Cash had pointed out that he was too hotheaded. Getting in a scrap because someone checked out my ass wouldn’t help us accomplish our task.

In the end, it had been decided that Blaze would come with me. He was deadly enough to protect me while being chill enough to play the game we needed to play once we got inside. Also, he pulled off the look pretty well.

When he’d emerged from his bedroom in leather pants and a long sleeved fishnet shirt that showed off his body and tattoos, I may have actually drooled a bit. A spiked collar around his neck and the faintest smudge of liner around his eyes had me clenching my thighs together. Goddamn he was hot.

Before we left, I took two shots of rum from the bottle in the pantry. It helped loosen me up but left me wanting more.

Daire helped himself to a few shots as well. “I don’t like this. It doesn’t feel right to send Clover in there.”

The only other option was to send two of the guys. However, in a club like that, it would require them to do things with each other for the sake of blending in. Since they didn’t like each other like that, I’d volunteered to go in with one of them. It was the only way this would appear natural and realistic.

Of course, the thought of having sex in front of other people or watching other people have sex made me nervous. Is that what happened in these clubs? Would we be able to pull this off?

“You have the equipment?” Cash asked, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

“Yeah, it’s stuffed in here somewhere.” I nodded to my bountiful cleavage.

I’d hidden the tiny mics and cameras between my breasts. It seemed like the best way to get it inside and have easy access. The Sinners had instructed us to stick the mics under tables, in plant pots, anywhere they could be hidden. The cameras were to go on smoke detectors, in air fresheners, wherever they’d have a view without being noticed.

Apparently, there was a private area where the really nasty stuff took place. The Sinners wanted a camera in there. I had no idea how we would pull that off.

“What will you guys do while we’re inside?” Blaze frowned as Daire took another shot.

“Drink myself stupid so I don’t think about what you’re doing in there.” Abandoning the shot glass, Daire drank straight from the bottle instead.

Cash shook his head in silent judgment. “I’ll stay sober in case you need us.”

“You know we can’t take our phones in there,” Blaze reminded him. “We’ll be fine. Try not to worry. I won’t let anything happen to Clover.”

Daire muttered something that sounded like, “You damn well better not.”

Cash grabbed me in a warm bear hug, playfully dipping me as he planted a kiss on my lips. “Don’t leave Blaze’s side for a second, okay, Sunshine?”

“Promise.” Turning to Daire, I held out my arms for a hug.

Setting down his liquor bottle, Daire pulled me against him, pressing his body to mine. He buried his face in my neck, breathing me in. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“I know, baby,” I murmured. Seeing Daire come apart over this made me love him even more. “I’ll be with Blaze. We’ll be fine.”

“Don’t get caught planting the devices,” Daire warned, shooting a pointed look over my shoulder at Blaze. “If you guys aren’t back in two hours, I’m sending in Raina and one of the Gods to look for you.”

Not wanting to get Raina involved in a favor that was ours to pay, I shook my head. “Give us three hours. Just to be safe. Don’t call Raina unless you really have reason to believe we’re in trouble.”

Daire scowled before grudgingly saying, “Fine. Three hours. Try not to enjoy it. I don’t want to have to take you back to this place.”

My laughter was cut off by his bruising kiss. I held tight to Daire as he devoured my mouth. Good thing my lipstick wasn’t the kind that smudged or rubbed off.

“Take care of her,” he said as Blaze and I left the house.

Cash stepped up beside him, adding, “Take care of each other.”

I wasn’t sure what I expected. Maybe a creepy looking building or something run down. When we pulled into the parking lot of a relatively nice place, I was surprised.

“This is it?” I asked, glancing around.

It was located just off the downtown core where the nicest businesses operated. The windows were all blacked out with dark tint. The building had a red brick exterior and a flashy sign over the door that said: Paradise.

“This is it,” Blaze confirmed. “Ready?”

“No,” I admitted with a shrug. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this. Let’s go get it over with.”

We got out of the Camaro and walked hand in hand to the door. As soon as we were inside, we were greeted by the heavy bass of slow, sensual music. Two doormen dressed in black suits stood next to a leggy knockout with long black braids and deep brown skin. She wore a tight leather dress that hugged her body.

“Welcome to Paradise.” She beamed a bright smile at us. “Have you been here before?”

Opting for the truth, I said, “No, this is our first time.” My gaze strayed to the camera in the corner, watching our ever move.

“How exciting. You never forget your first time. Dirk and Jacob will check your I.D. and take any mobile devices you may have. You can pick them up on your way out. I’ll give you the tour.” She waved us over to the two silent men.

We were given a pat down by the first guy while the second checked the I.D. cards we handed over. Fakes supplied by the Sinners. They seemed to think this was dangerous enough for us to use fake identities. I was Cassie Oliver and Blaze was Alex Peterson.

After we paid the entry fee, the doorman handed back our I.D. and our hostess whisked us through a heavy black velvet curtain. “My name is Chandra. I’ll be around if you have any questions or need anything. I think you’ll find the place to be relatively straight forward though.”

We stepped through the curtain into a huge room decorated in shades of red and black. A bar along the back wall served drinks to people in barely there attire. Lots of leather and bondage gear. Some people wore masks with zipper mouths. I did my best to play it cool and not gawk at anyone.

“This is our main party room,” Chandra said, raising her voice above the music. “No sex allowed on this floor but plenty of flirty fun. It’s a good place to dance, have a drink, or meet other couples to play with, if that’s what you’re into.”

Couches and tables were littered about. Most of them faced a dance floor filled with half naked people grinding all over each other. All right, nothing too intense so far. I didn’t see any cameras inside.

“Let me take you downstairs. That’s where the really fun stuff happens.” With a saucy grin, Chandra motioned for us to follow.

She led the way to a large spiral staircase on one side of the room. Holding tight to the railing, I descended behind her, steeling myself for whatever lie below.

We entered into another room that was almost as large as upstairs. The lighting was darker, the music more mellow but still inviting. A much smaller bar served drinks in the corner. Various types of BDSM equipment was located around the room. Stuff I’d never seen before.

Couches, chaise lounges, and straight up sex chairs were carefully placed so they faced a stage in the middle of the room. A naked man and woman fucked on the stage beneath a spotlight for everyone to see.

My gaze roamed over the patrons. Most of them were engaged in their own activity. Spilling off couches onto the floor. Bending their partners over the arms of the chaise lounge while taking them from behind. Oral sex in more positions than I’d ever let myself imagine.

Slaps echoed here and there as people enjoyed whipping and being whipped. One man was strapped to a large Saint Andrew’s cross while another man zapped his genitals with a small electrical device. The strapped down man moaned in pleasure.

Across the room, a woman was strapped to a series of metal poles that held her in a standing position, unable to move or get away. A vibrator attached to the front of the contraption buzzed between her legs.

A forced orgasm setup? From what Raina had said, Havoc would love that. Hell, there was even a woman in a cage.

I blinked a few times. Wow. This was…wild.

“As you can see, pretty much anything goes on this floor,” Chandra explained. “There’s a table over there filled with condoms, lube, toys fresh out of the package, and more. Feel free to take whatever you need. Over there are the private rooms for those who are not into the exhibitionist side of things. They can also be used for group sessions. Here, I’ll show you.”

Blaze and I exchanged a look as we followed her across the room to a small hallway lined with doors. His lips twisted into a grin as he winked.

I held tight to his hand, afraid to let go and lose him in the throng of sex-charged club goers. Chandra opened a door and showed us the inside of a room with a bed, a side table littered with sex accessories, and a Saint Andrew’s cross in the corner. I did a double take when I noticed the restraints attached to the bed.

She then showed us where the restrooms were down a quiet hallway that branched off from the party zone. “You’ll find that our restrooms are large, clean, and also have showers. I hope you’ll find them up to your standards.”

The black vinyl flooring continued past the bathrooms, down the hallway where it wrapped around a corner. What was down there?

Catching me looking, Chandra said, “Our restricted area is at the end of the hall. It’s staff only.”

I nodded and smiled in understanding. So that’s where we needed to plant cameras the most. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“If you don’t have any questions, I’ll leave you to explore and have some fun.” Chandra waited while we both shook our heads. “Great. Enjoy.”

She disappeared with a smile, leaving us to get our heads on straight. Feeling overwhelmed, I leaned back against the wall next to the restroom.

“This is so…wow…I don’t even have words for it.” My gaze strayed toward the restricted area. How the hell were we supposed to get in there, plant a camera, and get out unnoticed?

“It’s kind of amazing,” Blaze said, his expression lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” I teased. “Where do we even start?”

Blaze pulled me away from the wall, into his arms. Sliding a hand down my back, he reached beneath my short skirt and palmed my bare ass cheek revealed by my thong underwear.

“How about we start by bending you over and spanking this gorgeous ass? As long as we’re here, we might as well have some fun.”