Chapter 307 Corrupting The Virgin Auction Ch5

• She wasn’t ready. Not for this. Not for the way the bass rattled the floor beneath her heels or the way every leather booth and champagne glass shimmered with voyeuristic tension.
• But he was.
• He led her inside like he owned the place—because he did. Of course he did. He hadn’t said a word since picking her up in that sleek, obsidian car with the tinted windows and the chilled bottle of Dom waiting in the backseat. Just a silent nod. A look that said: Behave.