“Claimed,” Doctor Death whispers before he hurries away.

    Jack backs me up against the wall, one hand beside my head, his face creased in a scowl. “You going somewhere without me?”

    “Freshening up?” I press my lips together and try for a wide-eyed innocent “I wasn’t about to get myself off in the restroom” look, but there’s no fooling Jack.

    “Naughty girl.” His voice drops, husky and low. “I know what you were going to do. And I’m going to punish you for it.”

    “How about we go back to the party?” I slide under his arm and take a few quick steps down the hallway, but Jack is fast. He catches me around the waist and pulls me back against his chest.

    “Party’s over,” he whispers in my ear. “Now you get your pain.”

    My breath leaves me in a rush. “I thought that’s what the toys were all about.”

    His dark, sensual laugh sends a delicious chill down my spine. “That wasn’t even a warm-up.”

    He leads me out of the gym and into the new wing of Redemption. We pass Torment’s new office and Sia’s tattoo shop, and then he yanks me around a corner and into the spa that is still under construction.

    “It’s dark.” I look around as Jack closes and locks the door, my heart thudding in my chest. “And it smells like sawdust. I think we should go back to the party. I’ve gotten kinda fond of these naughty toys. I think I’ll just keep them.”

    Jack leans against the door, licking his lips like a predator about to feast. “We’re not going anywhere. They’ve finished off the rooms in the back, and there’s a massage table in one of them and enough space to have some fun without anyone hearing us. I’ve got it all ready for us.”

    “Fun? I think we might have different ideas about what constitutes fun. What if someone comes in and sees me in my knickers?”

    “We’ll have to make sure you’re not screaming when they do.”

    A thrill of fear shoots through me. I back away and bump into the curved reception counter. “I’m not really in a screaming mood. I’m more in a ‘get these damn toys out of me and fuck me hard’ mood. How about we put that massage table to a good, happy, and nonscreaming use?”

    A wicked smile spreads across his face. “How about you come over here and I’ll show you the real meaning of the word sadist?” He moves toward me, and I turn and run.

    Jack gives a shout and comes after me, moving at what seems to be incredible speed for a man his size. Laughing, I race down the corridor, checking for an exit. Bathroom. Office. Treatment room. Treatment room. Treatment room. Closet. One door left. I run in and slam it behind me.

    Chest heaving, I stare at the bed in front of me. Of all the rooms I could have picked, it was the one he wanted.

    His footsteps echo in the hallway, slow and sure. Doors open and close. My little room has no windows, no closets, nowhere to hide except behind the massage table. I shiver, knowing he’s coming for me, and my insides twist with a mixture of excitement and arousal.

    I slide down behind the bed, press myself against the cold metal base. Everything smells fresh and new, from the sharp smell of paint to the almost-overpowering scent of vinyl.

    The door squeaks open, and a thin beam of light floods the small room. My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it, but I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to laugh.

    “Pen?”

    After what seems like an eternity, the door closes. I count off three seconds and peek around the corner.

    “Ah. That was a mistake.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me up and into his arms.

    I struggle, trying to push his hands away, but he walks forward, forcing me back until I hit the wall with a soft thud.

    “Open for me, Pen.” He doesn’t wait for my compliance. Instead, he shoves a thick thigh between my legs and rocks me over the top.

    “Torment is outside in the hallway,” he murmurs. “He’s talking to Renegade about what they’re going to do with the spa. Don’t make a sound.”

    Holding my arms over my head, with one hand clasped firmly around my wrists, he kisses me hard, taking my mouth slowly, surely, so thoroughly he leaves no inch untouched. His fingers dive into my shirt, play with my nipples beneath my bra until my arousal threatens to overwhelm me.

    “You are not going to make me come with Torment right outside the door,” I warn.

    “Try me.” He rocks me again, harder, grinding my clit against the rough fabric of his jeans. The balls roll inside me, and the ache of unfulfilled desire becomes a throbbing pain as I hover on the excruciating edge of climax.

    “Oh God, Jack.” Just as I shatter, he pulls me against him, burying my head in his neck. I let out a low, guttural moan as my lower half throbs and pulses with the most intense orgasm of my life, every ripple of my pussy against the balls sending a new wave of sensation through my body. Jack keeps rocking me, dragging my climax out until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and another begins.

    “That was so fucking hot,” he murmurs. “Good thing Torment and Renegade didn’t stick around.”

    Before I have a chance to come down, he pulls away and spins me around to face the massage table. “Down, darlin’.” He pushes me over the cool, smooth padded surface and slides my knickers down so I can step out of them.

    “Christ,” he mutters as he slicks his finger through my labia. “I knew the toys would make you wet, but I never imagined this.”

    “How about you imagine taking them out and putting something else in?”

    “Be careful what you wish for.” With a firm hand on my lower back, holding me still, he tugs on the string, pulling out the Ben Wa balls with excruciating slowness. With my hips pressed to the table, I feel every bump and ridge as they stroke against my sweet spot. Just when I think I can’t take any more, Jack yanks on the string, pulling the balls out, and I climax hard and fast, a bolt of white lightning shooting through my body.