She hands me the double shot of whiskey, and I down it in one gulp and pass the glass back.
“You good?” Liam asks. “Did those bikers upset you?”
“No, they’re friends. We were just saying hi,” I lie.
“Those aren’t friends. They’re the guys from the fair, right?” Liam is too observant sometimes, the asshole.
“I know Hex a little. I’ve spoken to his grandmother several times in the past.” Okay, that’s a lie. It was three times, and all of them at the fair while she read our fortunes, but I’m not getting into that with Liam. If I do, I’ll have to explain what just happened, and why Hex and I seemed so familiar to anyone who may have seen our exchange, andthatis a big fat fuckingno.Because I myself have absolutely no fucking clue.
Deciding I need to work off some of this stress, I turn and head back out of the bar.
I bypass the gyrating bodies on the dance floor and head for the Dungeon. I’m looking for someone to inflict pain and make me forget everything. All I want to feel tonight is the sting of a whip, and the euphoria that follows.
6
ENZO
He wants to die.
It’s the only explanation I have that makes any sense as to why Hex would think touching Althea and flirting with her was a good idea.Everyoneknows Althea Drakos is off limits. She’s been marked by Death. The bracelet she’s wearing wasn’t just a gift—it was intentional. Everyone within the club knows my calling card and knows what it stands for.
Mine.
Most women I’ve played with have only worn it for a night or two, but for Althea it’s permanent. It won’t be long before she wears my collar. Or perhaps I’ll have it tattooed around her neck. Something bolder that can’t be missed.
Hmm.
When I saw her step out of the locker room in her sexy red dress and heels, I was instantly hard. The devil horns were a nice touch. They had me wondering just how corrupt my little devil really is and how much I could teach her.
Even with the mask on, she can’t hide how beautiful she is. I followed her as she went to hang out with her friends at thebar, sticking to the shadows where I knew she couldn’t see me. Staring. Wanting.Craving.
It wasn’t until she started talking to Hex that I made myself known. Not to her of course, but Hex saw me, and that was all that mattered. He, of course, took my frustrations to mean he needed to push me further. If it hadn’t been for Soul stepping in with a warning to put a stop to the asshole’s antics, I would’ve laid him out cold for continuing to touch her.
I watched as Hex held her hand and whispered in her ear. I know she heard me growling behind her, but I made sure she didn’t see me. Hex, however, made direct eye contact, or so I thought, until I realized his eyes were clouded and somewhat distant doing that weird magic trick shit he does. Althea was too entranced with Hex’s trick and whatever it was he was telling her to pay me any attention, which was probably for the best. I don’t want her to fear me. Not in the way others do. I may have wanted to strangle Hex, but I would never hurt Althea. Unless it was for mutual pleasure.
I wasn’t close enough to hear their conversation, but if I find out he made her any kind of offer to meet him at the Shadowmancer’s clubhouse, he’ll answer to me. Soul and Nazario’s partnership be damned.
I’ve been waiting to get to her all night.
The moment her car pulled up, I called down to the valet and told them to park her car next to mine and sent Stavros down to put the tracker in place. Then I followed her on the cameras until she disappeared into the locker room.
I waited impatiently to see what she chose as her costume. If she came out wearing anything remotely close to what Chloe has on, I was going to scoop her up over my shoulder and drag her to my room where I’d blister her ass immediately. Some may say that’s not fair since she hasn’t consented to being mine yet, but they’d find I don’t give a shit. Althea Drakos has been mine forweeks now. She just needs to get used to the idea, which I plan to start convincing her of tonight.
The bracelet was the first step.
But she doesn’t know what it means.
But everyone else does, and that’s all that matters for now.
I wasn’t too thrilled when Althea downed a double shot of whiskey to calm her nerves. Wondering if it was Hex who had her flustered, which only served to piss me off further. I relaxed, however, as I watched her luscious ass swing and sway as she bolstered herself to go into the Dungeon—alone.
I’ve kept my distance, sticking close to the edge of the room, noting every little thing about her. Her beautiful skin and the pink hue as it crept up her chest to her cheeks as she watched each couple in their state of arousal. She was turned on and looking for something specific. Something only I can give her.
And now that I have her within my grasp, I’m going to show her exactly why we’re made for each other.
I follow closely, watching as she takes in the scenes before her.
This evening’s demonstrations didn’t skip out on the Halloween theme. The woman strapped to the spanking bench is wearing a pink princess costume. Her Dom is dressed as Prince Charming. I’m sure her dress is beautiful, though it’s hard to see the details since she’s lying flat on her belly with the tulle fabric of her gown piled on top of her back while her reddened ass is on full display. Her ‘prince’ stands behind her wielding a cane instead of a sword as his weapon.
