Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Asher

Jackson’s fingers tightened in mine as we approached the doors of Sodom, the bass thumping through the walls. It was nearing the witching hour, the prime time for creatures of the night to come out and play. “Sodom? Really? I thought we were going to need something more . . . private.”

“This is as private as it gets. Trust me.” His smooth voice with that posh accent brushed over me like velvet, and I leaned against him in response. “You’ve only seen the surface level of this place. It’s a whole new world downstairs.”

“If you’ve brought me to some sort of sex dungeon for our...