Free Corruption by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B

ran down her spine, welts and open wounds marred her back. But she was a pain slut, loved the broken skin, the agony that led to her ecstasy.
    Vic moved past them, past the St. Andrew’s cross, away from the spanking benches, and past the VIP rooms that let the Club Corruption members take a girl to a room and do whatever the fuck they wanted to as long as it was consensual.
    But hell, sometimes he knew there was force, knew there was men that liked it rough, and the women that liked to get a little bruises and marks on them. It was all part of the game, all part of the pleasure.
    It was Club Corruption at its finest, and fuck but he liked the depravity of it.

    Kitty passed the dark, almost obscure looking club. If someone wasn’t from here, didn’t know what it actually was, one would think it was closed, rundown, out of business. But she knew what it was. Everyone in town, hell, in a hundred mile radius knew what it was.
    Club Corruption.
    The two windows in the front were blacked out, and the only indication of what it actually might be was the large, dark CC hanging above the door. But the sign wasn’t even lit up, wasn’t showcased. This club was exclusive, elite even, and she knew big names, bad names frequented it. What was inside wasn’t a mystery either, but she didn’t know the specifics, wasn’t sure she even wanted to.
    Kitty stopped, stared at the front door, knowing it was better to keep moving, to keep her head down, and not draw attention to herself. But hell, it was hard not to be curious, not to wonder what would happen if she tried to walk through those doors. Would they let her in, like a pack of ravenous wolves about to devour the sacrificial lamb? She knew the local MC gang, actual ravenous wolves, owned part of this place. Their badass, corrupt, and dangerous reputation should have had her running in the other direction.
    Kitty ran her hands over her thighs and pictured what danger could be lurking inside. She knew this BDSM club had hardcore sadists inside, those wanting to beat the flesh off a masochist, wanting to make them scream…bleed for them.
    A shiver worked over her, and she tightened her hold on her backpack strap. This twisted part of her wanted to just go in there, let them do what they wanted, because at least that pain, that degradation, would make her feel alive…would be real .
    That would be the epitome of living on the edge, not knowing what would happen, but being a willing participant to it all.
    But before she could move away, head back to her crappy little apartment, alone with the sounds of the city around her, the front door opened and out stepped this man—shrouded in shadows. The only thing she saw at first was the brightly lit tip of a cigarette, or maybe a joint, he had between his lips. He stopped, inhaled deeply, and even from this distance, she saw his massive chest rise and fall.
    When he lifted his head and all she could see was the glowing whiteness of his eyes, she knew this wasn’t a man at all, but a wolf.
    Shifters were normal in her world. They were feared, controlling, and anyone that thought to challenge them usually came up dead. But in this part of town the criminals outnumbered the good guys, and the shifters could make the worst of humanity look like a walk in a field of flowers.
    He inhaled his joint, which was probably what it was, his glowing eyes watching her. Speaking of his wolf genetics, this man could shift right now, become this massive, towering wolf that was far bigger than a natural, normal animal, and devour her. No one would miss her. No one would even know she was gone. She was just Kitty, the stripper…the one no one would miss.
    Finding a strength she didn’t know she had at that moment, Kitty turned, and made her way toward her apartment. She felt this awareness, felt this zing of electricity, this intensity. It was all because of that man, that animal that watched her.
    Another shiver wracked her body, stole her breath. She