Club Red: Sin And Seduction

Chapter 1

•Book 1: My Sinful Billionaire Boss•

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

Chapter 1

Sandra

Of course, my spoiled, rich, badly behaved boss isn’t answering his phone.

I sigh, glancing up at the club—a deep-gray building that somehow stands out against the rundown warehouses around it.

The music thrums beneath my feet before I even reach the door, the vibration crawling up my body. If it’s this strong outside, I can only imagine how deafening it is inside.

Steeling myself, I pull open the door to Club Red.

Red lights. Thick, musky air. The heavy bass pounding through my chest.

A hulking man stands by the entrance, arms crossed. He doesn’t speak, just tips his chin toward another door. I refuse to meet his gaze as I walk past.

I don’t belong here.

At twenty-four, I’ve never set foot in a club, and I’ve never wanted to. Drinking. Strangers grinding. Guys making passes or touching women without permission. Every story I’ve heard is enough to keep me away.

But Club Red isn’t like the places my friends have talked about. Their clubs are about dancing and drinking. This one? This one is something else entirely.

I push through the ten-foot-tall door.

The music crashes into me like a tidal wave.

I freeze. My cheeks heat as my brain struggles to process the scene in front of me.

Red light bathes everything in sin.

Couples dance. Drinks flow. Moans and screams fill the air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and s*x.

My eyes dart around, unable to find a safe place to land. A woman—naked, bouncing, riding a man—her bare back glistening. My gaze jumps away. A group of men lounging, laughing as women kneel between their legs, heads bobbing. My stomach tightens. A woman on her hands and knees, a man behind her, another beneath her, another in front—each taking what they want.

Heat coils low in my belly. No. Absolutely not. I should not be thinking about what that might feel like.

I take a shaky step back. No sudden movements. No drawing attention to myself. I need to find Rico and get the hell out of here.

A scream snaps my head to the side. The first woman—the one riding—shudders, her movements slowing. The man’s fingers dig into her hips, guiding her down in a controlled rhythm. A second later, she collapses against his chest, spent. My face burns.

Focus.

Six doors. Each painted a different color. Red. Blue. Purple. Yellow. Are they coded?

Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door.

I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail.

The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues.

Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

She’s on her hands and knees, her breasts bouncing as the man behind her pounds into her at a relentless pace. No way that’s pleasurable.

… Or is it?

She’s clearly having a good time—I can see the light in her eyes, the heat in her expression. Her partner grabs a handful of her hair at the base of her scalp and pulls. She moans, though the music drowns it out.

Heat surges through me. My chest flutters, breath hitching. Am I about to pass out?

Her backside ripples as he slams into her. She arches her back, bowing beautifully, inviting him in more.

I back up, colliding with the wall. My courage scatters like fireflies. Can I even do this? Can I find Rico in here?

It’s not right that watching this has such a profound effect on my body. I’ve spent my life saving myself for marriage, avoiding porn, s*x, even too much intimacy with a pushy ex.

Not that I don’t have urges. I think about Rico more than I care to admit, and the way women cycle in and out of his life makes me wonder—am I missing out?

Still, it’s not that I don’t want s*x. I just want to wait. Once I’m married, I’ll give myself freely, but the idea of being exposed, used while others watch, has my heart pounding.

The harsh red lights cast eerie shadows. Will I even recognize my boss in this place? A horrifying thought slams into me—what if I walk in on him doing something like…

I can’t finish the thought, but my gaze darts to another man lounging on a couch, his hand gripping the back of a woman’s head as she takes all of him in her mouth.

Would I ever be able to look at Rico the same way?

I swallow hard. This is my job. I’m Rico Red’s personal assistant. I have to push past this discomfort—for my job, my future, my life.

A deep growl by my ear nearly rips a scream from my throat. My body jolts, white-hot pinpricks skimming every inch of me.

“I never expected to see you here.”

Every instinct screams at me not to look up, but I can’t stop blushing. Thank God for the red lighting.

I never expected to be here, but my voice won’t work. I can’t catch my breath, let alone speak. Rico’s hands settle on my shoulders, sliding down to my elbows—possessive yet oddly comforting.

“I can tell you’re uncomfortable.” His voice shouldn’t make me feel safe, but it does, and that’s dangerous. Rico is ruthless, savage, a man who gets what he wants. I promised myself I’d never trust him.

“I am a bit out of my depths here.” My words stumble. Why am I here again? What was so important that I willingly walked into this place?

But all I can focus on is his breath on my neck, the way his fingers tighten, his warmth pressed against my back.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Desire, arousal, s*x… they’re all natural.” His fingers skim my chin, tipping my head until I meet his stare. His touch trails down my throat, lingering at the top of my shirt before falling away, but his gaze stays locked on me—hungry. “What you’re feeling, what you want… it’s natural.”

Of course, he’s right. But I’ve spent my life fighting these feelings.

The pulsing music. The moans around us. The heat of his body against mine.

Can I leave this place with my innocence intact? I already feel like I lost part of myself just stepping inside.

Every ticking second, every moment Rico holds me, his eyes dropping to my lips, I weaken.

I want him. I’ve wanted him since the day I started working for him.

“It’s okay to give in, if you’re comfortable. No one here will judge you.”

His deep, throaty growl splits my mind from my body.

I want him to show me the pleasure these women are tasting.