HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 119

Meadow’s POV:

A place where he could fulfil my greatest desires.

That was what Alaric had told me. And looking at the building now… I could see exactly what he was talking about. Red lights spilled from the inside whenever someone walked through the sliding doors.

It was an extension of the club, but with a different entrance. Just above the door was a logo–a circle with the letters, TED that glowed a neon red color.

I was so awed by the beauty of the outside that I barely felt Alaric walk up to me until he wrapped an arm around my waist. His head dipped down and I could feel his lips on my neck. “Mmhm, you smell fucking good, baby.”

“New fragrance,” I replied, placing my hand over his on my waist. “Nova got me this insane vanilla perfume.” I paused, turning around to face him. “But that isn’t the focus right now. When did you start working on this? And how come I never knew about it?”

Alaric chuckled. “A while. And I wanted to surprise you with it. Initially, I thought I’d wait until after I’d show you the tether room, but the plans changed. It’s opening night, and I wanted you here with me.” His eyes did a sweep of my body. “Especially dressed like that.”

I glanced down at the dress I had on–a black short flared dress that hugged my waist and stopped halfway down my thighs, paired with the thigh–high stockings. The dress had a front zipper that I hadn’t pulled all the way up, so some cleavage was exposed. I was dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing different being the shade of lipstick I had on.

I opted for something a little bold–red.

Alaric had on a black fitted t–shirt and a pair of black pants–nothing different from his usual color coordination. But right now, he looked extremely hot and… fucking dangerous.

“What does TED mean?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

He smirked then, his eyes shifting to the building. “The Elysian Den,” he said smoothly.

A shiver ran down my spine. That sounded… hot.

“Let’s go in,” he murmured. “The party probably already started without us.”

My skin prickled with nervousness. The moment we entered, all eyes would be on us. I didn’t much like being the center of attraction, and if Alaric was going to be the center, I would too.

But then, I felt his large hand on mine, and then he laced our fingers together. “I know what you’re thinking. And I promise you, it’s not going to be like that.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Most members would be buried deep in their kinky shenanigans to even notice us.”

I nodded, smiling up at him as a breath of relief escaped me. And as Alaric led me toward the doors, I asked another question. “You said… members?” I muttered. “Does that mean one has to be a member to get inside?”

“That’s exactly what I mean, baby. I’ll give you a proper explanation later, but for now, all you need to know is that whatever you see in there is completely consensual.”

I shivered–not sure it was from the cold.

“There are a lot of… kinks you probably know nothing about, and a lot that are frowned upon by society. But this place? It’s a safe space where people can do whatever the fuck they want and meet people who want the exact same thing.”

“But how do they meet these people? How would they know that there are people who want what they want?”

“There’s an app,” he answered simply, no further explanations. “A platform. And we have workers who cater to exactly those kinds of needs. Wants.”

I opened my mouth to ask something else but he had already pulled me through the door.

The lobby was dim with red lights shining over the front desk, and I suppose the soundproofing must’ve been insanely good, because I hadn’t heard a single sound outside but now I was inside, I could hear loud music echoing through the building.

The woman behind the front desk straightened the moment she spotted Alaric, her face going completely flustered.

Great. She had a crush on him.

Not that I could blame her though.

“Mr. Ashford!” she exclaimed. “Good evening. We’d begun to think you wouldn’t show.” A nervous laugh escaped her mouth.

Alaric’s lips twitched. “Was a little busy,” he murmured, thumb grazing the back of my hand so gently as he turned to face me. “This is my wife, Meadow. Meadow, the receptionist, Florence.”

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