“I’ll be stepping out with Santo in a few hours. I’ll let you know when everything is done,” Naz replies.
I nod. “I’ll be here all night. Anything else?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go with them?” Mauro teases. “I can stay here and keep your friend company.” I don’t respond with words, but they get the hint when I raise a brow daring either of them to push me. Nazario slaps the back of his hand onto his brother’s chest, a warning to shut the fuck up.
“All right. We’ll leave you to your … is that a devil on your shoulder?” Naz asks, smiling widely as he inspects Althea’s costume further. “That’s …fitting.”
Mauro makes his way to my side, where I catch him out of the corner of my eye. His hand reaches out, and I growl in response. I feel Althea’s head raise up and hear her softly say, “Hey, Mauro.” I tighten my grip on her thighs. The only name I want to hear rolling off her sweet tongue is mine.
“Why, Miss Drakos, is that you? You’ve got a little something on your face,” he tells her. I feel Althea lift and move around, but my hold is too tight for her to get down. “Looks like some of Enzo’s face paint may have rubbed off right there?” he says it like a question as he reaches out with his hand, I assume to wipe her face. Again, the bastard knows he’s pushing me. I can’t see what Althea is doing, but I feel her lift up again and shift her torso slightly.
Mauro moves back into my eyeline and shucks his chin in Naz’s direction. “Not just any devil, eh, Enzo? This one camewith a bird. One she likes to show off, I see.” Nazario’s brow lifts in question.
“Drakos? As in Caspien Drakos’s daughter?” Naz finally asks.
“We can keep that little piece of information between the three of us, can’t we, boys?” Althea says, lifting herself up, pushing against me to get herself down. Her attempt is futile.
Naz narrows his eyes at me. I know what he’s thinking. Althea Drakos has a reputation for being cunning and ruthless, much like her father. I usually like my women submissive and obedient, but the fire in Althea makes me want something else. Something …darker.The subtle shake of my head has both men shutting up, though Nazario still seems skeptical about something.
“I better not catch any shit for this, Zo,” Naz warns.
“You won’t. I’ve got it under control.”
“You know the rules. Whatever mess you make, you better have it cleaned up,” Nazario says, smiling. I feel more than hear Althea’s gasp.
I’m sure she knows who I am and what I’m capable of, but I’m not going to kill her. I pat her ass trying to reassure her, though I don’t know why I care. I have far more creative plans for my little devil. Tonight’s not about spilling blood. Although I’m certain we will make quite a sticky mess before the night’s through. My imagination runs away from me for a minute, picturing all the things I want to do to her tight little body, making me smile.
“No need for cleanup.” I answer, and then after careful consideration, decide to retract my statement. “I’m taking her to my room for the night. General housekeeping will suffice.” For a moment, Naz appears intrigued while Mauro’s eyes are full of amusement.
“All right, then. We’ll leave you to it. Have fun, you two. Good to see you again, Althea,” Mauro says as they both walk past us heading for the elevator.
I open the door to my room and once inside, I slide Althea down the front of my body to stand. As she slides down, my hands glide over her skin, and I get distracted by something metal under her devilish dress. My hand snakes under the fabric and finds a leather strap. I grip it, pulling her to me. Needing to know what the hell she’s wearing under this costume, I pull the red satin ribbon at the base of her neck holding the dress up, then release the leather and stand back watching as the dress falls to the floor.
Althea doesn’t flinch. She stands in nothing but a scrap of leather before me with her head held high and a knowing smirk.
Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.
Little Devil indeed.
9
ALTHEA
“You came prepared with your own harness?” The red leather harness wraps around my waist and thighs. Each piece is connected to a metal ring in the center. One on my lower back, another below my navel, and four more smaller ones—two on the front and back of each thigh. There are four straps cascading down each ass cheek connected to the metal rings, making a star pattern across my backside.
“A girl likes to be prepared,” I say with a cheeky smile and a shrug of my shoulder in response. “I wasn’t sure what the club had on hand, and I quite like my harness.” I emphasize my words with a light slap to my ass as I turn away from Enzo to take in the room. I adjust the red leather bracelets I’m wearing on each wrist, making a show out of the fact they’re actually handcuffs with small metal clasps that match the rings of the harness. Enzo zeros in on the cuffs. The corners of his lips curve slightly.
“Color me intrigued,” Enzo replies. “Did you think a kink club of this caliber wouldn’t have a harness to your liking? Or is there something particularly special about this one?”
“Mm. It has many uses,” I tease.
“And did you wear it for anyone in particular, or was it part of the costume?” he asks, his eyes dark and narrowed. His expression is so serious. “Because I must warn you, Althea. If you wore it with another man in mind, I’ll cut the damn thing off and burn it. The thought of you with anyone else has me seeing red, which doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not about to unpack those thoughts now. Not while I have you where I want you and your luscious ass is on display … inmyroom … waiting formymarks to brandish it.”
I shoot Enzo a grin over my shoulder, then with both hands, one on either side, I tug the straps that circle my thighs shoving myluscious assas he called it, up giving it a fuller look and him a clear view of my naked pussy.
“I like to be tied up, and I enjoy pain with my pleasure, but more than that, I like to give over full control …” I shoot him another sultry grin over my shoulder and release the harness. “To the right person, of course.”
I stroll around the spacious room, completely comfortable in my nakedness, touching each individual implement on the walls. The cat-o'-nine-tails. The three different canes, each with a different texture and length. I can feel Enzo watching me carefully, calculating my every reaction. He’s a very observant Dom. That could be both beneficial and detrimental to a woman like me.
