Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

This woman is intelligent, sexy, and bold enough to seduce a rich older man for a one-way ticket out of her own life. If he gets me away from my husband, I’ll do whatever I have to.

Love is nothing more than a form of control. And from here on out, I will be the only one in control.

I’m in my head again. And sometimes, my head is like a prison, and I’m locked behind the bars of memory and regret.

Then she whispers, “Good boy,” and something inside me changes. “I like the way you obey me, pet.” And just like that, I want something far more than an orgasm.

Jade has Clay and Clay has Jade. I’m supposed to respect that. I’m supposed to be happy for them. But how can I pretend this doesn’t hurt?

Life is not black and white, and we don’t all fit into neat, little prescribed boxes.

Well, great, I huff. Even my sex life is unable to make a decision.

A bi awakening with Madame Kink surely isn’t cause to panic.

I’m not mad that she helps other couples. I’m seething with jealousy because the only couple I want her to help…is me and Clay.

Eden is more than a sexy body and beautiful face. She’s a force. She’s like the sun, and we are all orbiting around her, basking in her glow. We are just grateful to be in her presence.

Do I think he deserves to come? Yes. Do I think I deserve to come? Yes. Do I think we should all just get naked and make each other come all night? Yes, yes, yes.

I keep doing this. I keep hurting him and then hate the sound of his pain. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s for the best. Hurt him, so he leaves and moves on with Jade. But I can’t leave it like that. I just can’t. Because, as it turns out, hurting people you care about isn’t so easy.

So if you do cheat on me, at least record it and let me watch.”

“She wants to have you too, you know. I saw it in her eyes last night. She wants you the same way I do.”

Where he and Jade are concerned, I’m always blissfully and hopelessly lost.

Oh yeah, she’s never fucking leaving. She’s stuck with us now.

Eden has turned Jade into a squirter and me into a two-pump chump. We’ll call that the Eden effect.

If you’re falling in love with your boyfriend’s ex-Domme, it’s best to let him know.

“I’m addicted to you,” he whispers.

“Happiness is just a trick to make us make stupid decisions.” He laughs. “And what stupid decision have you made lately?”

“Eden, what do you think love is? If it made sense, it would be like taxes or the weather. But it doesn’t. That’s why there are songs and art and literature—because we’re all just trying to make sense of something that never, ever makes sense.”

“If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’re never too tough to grovel.”

“Nothing is perfect, Cupcake. Not love or relationships. And there is no guarantee that it will last forever, but not every good relationship needs to last forever. You can be happy with a person for however long it lasts. The best you can do is give love a chance.”

And if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. Part of growing up is getting my heart broken. Should it come down to that, I’ll survive.

“No matter what happens, I love you.”

I didn’t save the woman I once was. I saved myself. I am Eden St. Claire and Madame Kink. And to some degree, I’m still Nina—the woman from a small town who refused to be defined by her birth or her fate. The woman who looked in the mirror one day and decided she wanted more.