“Understandable.”

  “The other two who were killed. Same MO?”

  “We don’t know yet. The ME’s report hasn’t come back yet.” Detective Givens walked toward the fireplace. He studied the various pictures one at a time.

  “Detective-“

  “Montana. Please.”

  She smiled. “Montana, do you believe the killer is from the club?”

  “I don’t know that either, but there is a connection between the club and your patients. I don’t believe in circumstances or coincidences. I believe the killer is either an employee or one of the members. Mark Ramos was a client, but he wasn’t rich.”

  She thought about the business card. “There are ways of getting invited, even for a single event.”

  “That’s how you got in?”

  “Yeah. Maybe he was testing the waters so to speak.”

  Montana shrugged. “Maybe, but he was allowed a special date.”

  “Money can buy almost anything.”

  “True,” he said under his breath.

  “So how are you going to catch him or her?” She could tell he was still thinking about the girl.

  He shrugged. “I have a few ideas.”

  “So do I.”

  “You’re not a part of this except anything you can tell me about your patients. Did you know they were going to Club Noir?”

  “I told you, the BDSM was a small part of any of our conversations. That’s all I can tell you. The club itself was never mentioned. I checked. I’ve not going to divulge anything else. I can’t in good conscience.”

  “Destiny. We have no viable leads, other than this Michael, and I hate to say this, but your patients are dead. The killer is very good and my bet is he’s targeting his victims. They ‘why’ is what we have to find out. Even the smallest detail might help.” Montana turned to face her. “Anything.”

  “Yes, they’re dead. I feel responsible. However, I don’t know anything useful from their sessions or even off handed comments. Trust me, I’ve been through all of my files. There are no names and none of them suggested anything odd, except… Except for Michael. He honestly believes he’s in danger. Yes, the man is very ill, but that doesn’t negate the fact he’s terrified for real.”

  “Do you believe he could be the killer?”

  Destiny sighed. “I would have said no up until a few days ago, but I don’t know his state of mind any longer. The man who was in my office was not the kind hearted soul I’d met years ago. He’s dark, living in a vacuum of sorts.” She wanted to talk to Michael and to find out what was haunting him. However, he believed she was the enemy. She was convinced.

  He sat back down and reached for the wine. “Well, we’re going to have a chat with him, see what he has to say. Did Mistress Jade give you any idea of who the special clients are? I know there is only a certain number allowed in this position of power.”

  “Nothing that would be helpful.” She sat back against the couch. “I’ve tried to make any additional connections.”

  Nodding, he rubbed his eyes. “If you think of anything, let me know.”

  When a shadow crossed his face, she crossed her arms. “What is it?”

  “Tell me about Boston.”

  Taken aback, she glared at him. “You’re investigating me now? How dare you!”

  “I can take nothing for granted, Destiny. Several of the murdered victims were under your care. I make it my business to find out everything I can.”

  Rattled, she looked away. “There’s nothing to tell. I cared about a man I’d been treating. The word here is cared about. He was no longer my patient when we started dating. The hospital didn’t like my answers. I think they used the excuse, but I couldn’t prove anything. I just did the best I could to sweep the information under the rug. There’s nothing sordid about the details.”

  “Okay. Fair enough.”

  “Good,” she stated and looked away. She wanted to be furious but he was right to search her records. Still, her life had been a mess then and she’d lost more than one friend given her decisions.

  “Something will give at some point.”

  Suddenly a coy look crossed her face. “What if I worked with you?”

  “In what way?”

  “I’m already a submissive in the upper echelon. What if I continued accepting dates?” She could tell instantly the thought wasn’t foreign to him, even though his expression was pinched. “Think about it. I’m the only logical person, besides, I’m being sought after.”

  “By this guy you mentioned?”

  When she hesitated his face turned red. “No. I…”

  “As I guessed. Tonight. The date you were on?”

  She nodded.

  Montana slapped his hand on the table. “That’s it. No more. We can’t risk your life.”

  “Are you going to tell me that you weren’t thinking the same thing? I saw it in your eyes. You know this is something that has to happen.”

  “We have police women to go undercover,” he said quietly and looked down.

  “Right. And you don’t think they can smell a cop? Come on.” She crawled closer toward him on the couch. “I can do this. I know what I’m getting into. I already have an in. You can be right there, outside in a car, gun in your hand.”

  “Yeah, I thought about the idea, but no. Undercover work is too dangerous and out of the question, let alone police policies.” He gulped the rest of his wine.

  She casually poured him a second glass and topped hers off. “What other choice do you have, waiting for him to kill again?”

  He jerked up from the chair and paced the floor. “Good old fashioned police work and not with civilians.”

  “At least let me go back to the club and see if I can find out anything.”

  “Destiny, you’re not doing this and if you try…” His words trailed off.

  “You know I’m right.”

  “Whatever I was thinking was ridiculous. Never.”

  She rose to her feet and walked toward him. “Just a couple of times. That’s it. If nothing happens then we abandon. I want to help. They were my patients. I feel responsible for what happened to them. Don’t you understand that at all?”

  “I understand you have what appears to be a death wish. Not on my watch.”

  Destiny wrapped her hand around his arm. She tingled from their touch. Exhaling, she shivered and for a few seconds was lost in a fog. What was happening between them? “Montana.”

  He looked into her eyes. When he spoke, his words were husky, almost inaudible. “I should go. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  She kept her grip. They both needed the closeness. “Don’t go. Stay. Please.”

  “I shouldn’t,” he whispered.

  “Stay.” She rose onto her tiptoes and tilted her head, the move allowing their lips to touch.

  “This isn’t a good idea.”

  “No, but this is what we both want.” She’d never been more certain. They gazed into each other’s eyes for several seconds. She could swear his soul was exactly like hers, his needs mirroring her own. They were tethered in ways few could understand. A full minute passed. She was certain he’d leave, perhaps never return.

  Montana slipped the glass out of her hand and maneuvered until he was able to set it down on the coffee table. He took both of her hands into his. “I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I don’t want you to get hurt. I care about you. Crazy at it sounds.”

  “I know.”

  He brushed a strand of hair from her face and rubbed his thumb back and forth across her cheek. “What am I doing?”

  “What we both want.”

  After a few seconds of hesitation, he captured her mouth and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

  She relaxed in his arms and parted her lips. As their tongues entwined, she whimpered, her entire body shivering from desire. Jolts of current swept through every cell in her body and for a few seconds, she was unable to breathe.

  He ground his hips against her, creating friction as he held the back of her head. His fingers tugged at the clasp, pulling her hair free. The kiss became a passionate roar as he eased his hand down to cup her buttocks.

  The feel of his hard cock pushing against his pants was a powerful aphrodisiac. She was alive and on fire, her heart racing. She pushed against him, breaking the kiss, and licked around his mouth before peppering a series of wet kisses on his chin and neck. This wasn’t about control, but glorious passion.

  “Jesus. I want you so much.”

  “This is crazy, but I want you.” She exhaled as she tugged at his shirt, easing the material free of his pants.

  He shifted out of his suit jacket before yanking her top up and over her shoulders. “Are you sure?”

  “God yes.” Her fingers numb, she fumbled to unbutton his shirt then placed both hands on his chest. “Make love to me.”

  Leaning down, Montana kissed her lips again as he eased the tips of his fingers down the side of her neck to the swell of her breasts.

  Moaning, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes.

  Every touch soft and gentle, he brushed his fingers around first one lace covered nipple then the other. “Beautiful.”

  She reached for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Hot and wet, she eased her fingers under the elastic of his underwear, touching his cock.

  “Christ.” He walked her backwards toward the couch and reached behind, unfastening her bra.

  “Hungry?”

  “Famished.”

  Destiny shimmied out of the lace, easing the bra to the floor. The way he was looking at her was full of desire, yet so protective. Instantly embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Don’t. I want to see all of you,” he whispered as he reached out, taking her hands into his, kissing each palm. He licked up from her wrist then sucked on her index finger.

  The move so intimate, she moaned. She swallowed and slipped her hand down, freeing his throbbing shaft.

  He cupped her breasts, kneading her tender flesh as he flicked his thumbs across her hardened nipples. His eyes never left hers.

  There were so many reasons she shouldn’t allow, but she wanted the man more than she cared to admit. She arched her back, giving permission, as she stroked his cock.

  Montana remained silent as he squeezed her breasts then pinched both nipples between his fingers. When her breathing became ragged, he twisted.

  “God. Oh God.” She threw her head back as dazzling slices of pain coursed through every cell.

  Bending over, he bit down on her nipple, darting his tongue back and forth against her heated skin. ‘Remove your jeans.” He stood to his full height and remained unblinking. “I want you naked.”

  His words were more of a command and she shuddered as she obeyed, taking a step back and unfastening her jeans. After pushing them down her legs and stepping out of first one leg then the other, she took another step back, her actions nothing more than a tease. He was enticing. Demanding. This was going to another plateau.

  “Bad girl. Panties. Gone.”

  She was so turned on she could smell the scent of her desire. Easing her fingers under the thin elastic, she undulated her hips back and forth until she was free of her thong.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and cupping her ass. As he crushed her mouth, sliding his tongue past her lips, he eased her down onto the chair. Dropping to the floor, he lifted her legs, thrusting them up and back.

  She’d never felt so exposed, so open. She reached for him but he pushed her arms away.

  “No touching.” His voice little more than a guttural whisper, he leaned over her, licking down from her chin to her chest. He nipped first one hard nipple then the other as he rubbed his hand along the inside of her thighs.

  She lifted her arms, reaching back and grabbing the edge of the chair, then closed her eyes.

  He continued alternating between licks and nips as he moved down to her belly button. Using the tip of his tongue, he circled the small hole as he gripped her hips, tugging her forward.

  Destiny moaned as he breathed across her pussy, the slip of air creating goose bumps on every inch of her skin. When he fingered her clit, circling in slow motions, she tossed her head back and forth.

  Montana pinched her clit, rolling the tender tissue between his fingers.

  Wet and hot, her legs shook from adrenaline as well as apprehension. The moment he pressed his face into her groin, his tongue lapping at her juice, she exclaimed.

  “Quiet,” he purred as he used his fingers to open her wide, exposing her pussy.

  She tensed when he licked all the way down from her clit to the base and back up before sliding his tongue inside her cunt.

  Every move practiced, he drove his tongue inside her pussy as he continued to rub her clit, pinching and twisting.

  Wiggling, she panted as he thrust a finger inside, moving in and out in unison with his tongue. The move was intense, driving her into a heightened level of pleasure.

  He inserted a second and third finger, flexing them open as he continued to lick. Using the flat of his other hand, he crawled up the length of her chest, cupping and squeezing her breast.

  She jerked up, arching her back, a single moan escaping her lips. A hint of pain mixed with raw ecstasy until stars floated in front of her eyes.

  Pumping in and out, he used his thumb to circle her asshole in lazy motions before inserting just inside.

  The combination was almost too much. She wanted nothing more than for the moment to last. A whimper escaped her mouth as he pushed his thumb deeper into her asshole. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his fingers. Hearing him chuckle, she repeated the move.

  He responded by driving his tongue and fingers in, his actions becoming wild and fast.

  “God. Montana…I…” He growled once and she clamped her mouth shut, but there was no way she could hold back the orgasm. Slapping her hands on the sides of the chair, she jerked up further and opened her mouth, emitting a strangled cry.

  Montana licked fervently until she stopped squirming, then he removed his fingers from her pussy and slid all three inside her dark hole.

  Her eyes flew open and she squealed from delight as well as pain. The shock shoved her into another climax, this one forcing her legs to shake. “Oh!”

  Easing back, he continued pumping until she slumped back into the chair, then lowered her legs to the floor. “Sweet but disobedient.”

  She laughed and placed the back of her hand over her mouth. No man had ever eaten her in such a frantic and passionate way. Lolling her head, she looked at him with hazy eyes as he removed his shoes and pants, finally moving back until he was directly in front of her.

  “Suck me.”

  Destiny sat up on the chair and reached out, taking his shaft into one hand as she cupped his already swollen balls. He was hard and throbbing, drops of pre-cum oozing from his cockhead. She rolled his balls between her fingers as she pumped the base of his cock, twisting her hand to create heated friction.

  “Don’t tease me,” he murmured.

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll spank you.”

  The words should have startled her. Instead, she leaned over, blowing across the tip of his shaft. “Spank?”

  “Hard.”

  “I’d like that.” Engulfing his cock, she swirled her tongue around the tip, savoring the flavor of his cum, sweet and sticky. She sucked on his cockhead as she squeezed his testicles, creating pressure and what she knew was a hint of pain.

  He placed his hand on her head, pushing as he jutted his hips forward.

  The move forced his shaft further into her mouth. She sucked and licked, continuing to pump the base.

  “Jesus. Suck me.”

  She relaxed her throat and took him down an inch at a time, until the tip hit the back of her mouth. Using her muscles, she squeezed.

  He hissed and placed his other hand on her head, intertwining his fingers in her long locks, as he pumped his legs. Face fucking her, he took over control, forcing her to take every inch until her lips reached the base. He held her there for a few seconds before dropping his head. Beads of sweat trickled down from his face onto hers.

  She was shivering with excitement as she calmed her nerves to keep from gagging. Easing her hands to the outside of his thighs, she gazed up, realizing the move was out of reverence. He was in utter control.

  Montana was on his toes, thrusting and he grunted and tossed his head back. Seconds later he stopped and panted. “Not this way. Not yet.” He took a step back, releasing his hold.

  Destiny licked her lips in appreciation. “Then what?”

  Winking, he took her by the hand and taking a single long stride, he sat down on the couch, pulling her over his lap. “Spanking.”

  Dear God he was serious. She was terrified and titillated.

  She threw her hand back and yelped, the hard smack unexpected so soon.

  “No you don’t. Take your punishment.” He grabbed her wrist, yanking her arm down and planting her hand on the floor.

  He hit one cheek then the other.

  She continued struggling as the spanks came faster and harder. Whimpering, she was lost in the moment and stopped moving, simply accepting her punishment.

  Montana methodically spanked her, slapping his hands in equal proportions on her sit spot and upper thighs.

  She lost count after thirty and closed her eyes. Tears formed in the corners, slipping past her lashes, but she was euphoric.

  “Better. You’ll learn to obey me, follow my direction.” He rubbed both reddened cheeks before sliding his finger up and down the crack of her ass.

  “Yes, sir.” The words of utter reverence tumbled out. She could tell he was taken aback momentarily given his sigh. She held her breath, terrified she’d broken the mood.