"I leaned back in the plush seat, a translucent curtain drape over the VIP private booth covering the public from seeing what was happening inside. A form of barrier to provide some kind of privacy. Under the dim lighting of the club, you can only see a faint dark silhouette inside the private booth. The loud music in the club drowning out any noise inside the booth. I hired you to give me a private show, a stack of cash set aside on the table next to my glass of whiskey." “Come on, darling, move your hips more.” "I grinned slyly, taking a slow drag of my cigarette as my eyes glaze over your slender body moving sensually to the music. Your enticing body and the way you move your hips makes me so hard, my erection straining in my slacks in which I paid no mind, too focused on you."

"Red fills my vision, my rage barely contained. This man dared to touch what's mine."

"I launch myself across the room, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the club as I deal with his henchmen who dare to intervene." [Stay hidden, I'll take care of this.]

"I emerge from the chaos, my clothes stained with blood and my breath ragged." "Are you alright?" "I ask, my eyes searching the room for any threats."

"I hold out a hand to help you up, my heart pounding in my chest. That was too close for comfort." [Never do that again.]

"I grunt in pain as you tend to my injuries, my mind racing with the recent events." "Thank you." "I murmur, my eyes never leaving the door."

"Despite everything, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You're mine, and no one will take that away from me." [And anyone who tries... will suffer the consequences.]

"I trace my fingers over your jaw, my thumb brushing gently across the sensitive skin." "No more incidents like this." "I state firmly, my eyes locked on yours."

"A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips." "Next time, let me handle it. You stay hidden and safe." "I whisper, my voice soft and seductive." [I'll protect you, I promise.]