Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

This book is dedicated to everyone who found a home at the Salacious Players’ Club. To everyone who loved Eden from the start and knew the series wouldn’t be complete without her story. And to the fighters. And to the horny moms.

Just as I’m about to apologize for being difficult, I close my mouth. The woman in the mirror doesn’t say sorry for making her preferences known. She has nothing to be sorry for.

“I think I wanted it to tell me I’m submissive because that’s the role I’ve been playing my entire life. I belonged to my father. I belonged to my small town and all the expectations put on me there. Then I belonged to my husband. I thought that’s what I wanted because that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

All I can do is reminisce on that night when I opened my door at the club to find Clay waiting for me. The night everything ended between us. When he uttered those earth-shattering words—I just want you.

Is loving a person truly enough when existing together requires so much more?

Then she winds her fingers in my hair and smiles. “Good boy.” And just like that, those two words become my undoing.

I’m Madame fucking Kink.

“Be a good boy and lie down so I can ride your face until I come.” My voice is raspy and deeper than normal as I mumble the words against his ear. He immediately freezes, his hand stopping on my thigh, and I swear I can feel his dick twitch against my leg. Then he lifts up and stares into my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Jade. That was so fucking hot.” In a rush, he kisses me as he tears my shorts down my legs, pulling my underwear with them. He works off his tie and unbuttons his shirt before slipping it off and flipping onto his back next to me.

But she is cute. I have to give her that. There’s a part of me that’s dying to see just how dirty she can get. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve suspected I have a corruption kink.

“If you’re going to be a people pleaser, then the first person you need to please is yourself.”

I like Jade too much. It would be very, very stupid of me to develop feelings for my ex’s new girlfriend. But I don’t think there’s much I can do about it at this point.

“Let me see you come on my desk, baby. My dirty, filthy girl. Show me how fucking nasty you can be.”

I notice the way you don’t like to receive rewards. You think you don’t deserve it or that you’re not good enough. I can tell. But you’re mine, aren’t you?” I have to force myself to swallow. Her words ring with truth, but it’s the kind of truth we keep hidden and don’t talk about. The ugly, embarrassing truth. “Yes, Madame,” I say, forcing my voice not to crack.

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.

Love is nothing but a form of control. Manipulation. Torture. It’s just another way for us to make each other miserable. As if life isn’t hard enough, we have to put our hearts on the line. Offering to let others hurt us as much as they want. And for what? What is the return for falling in love? There’s no guarantee they’ll love you back. There’s no guarantee they won’t cause irreparable damage. Love is a mistake.