His brother and co-club owner, Jared, caught his eye from across the room. Jared shook his head in warning, but Damon had never really been the careful Bentley brother. He didn’t plan his next moves, or bother with a game plan. Although he didn’t possess his brother’s polished looks or manners, Damon saw what he wanted. Took what he wanted. Period. Right on cue, Sarah Evans walked into the club’s private lounge. Her tense leather-clad shoulders relaxed at the club’s familiar atmosphere. Her eyes looked less guarded compared to the rare moments Damon spotted her outside the club from the security feed in the parking lot. A tempting smile settled on her generous lips—an open invitation to any top she wanted to play. Young and jaded, damaged and mysterious, Sarah cast a pretty picture. Entry into the Lance, the exclusive BDSM club owned and run by a group of self-made entrepreneurs and billionaires—including the Bentley brothers and two other friends and shareholders—was by invitation only.
