Sure, my skills of seduction are painfully lacking, but given the way my friends got me ready, I think I can fake it till I make it.
Sarah helped with my makeup, giving me winged eyeliner and gushing about how ‘her little bookworm was finally finding her inner sex goddess.’ She also warned me not to walk by Conner while looking like this, since he’d probably cum in his pants, and then Sin would end up kicking his ass.
Arianna got my hair pin-straight, leaving it to hang loosely down my back. Rosie supplied my outfit, and after wrapping me in a thick cloak, the girls accompanied Sin and me to an apparition area. They wanted to make sure he didn’t see what I was wearing until we were in public.
I let them have their fun.
Sin could use some positive shocks in his life.
He’s holding out his hand to me now, waiting to help me with my cloak. Before he put on his mask, his eyes kept traveling back to the kitten ears on my head. He smirked every time he saw them.
Giving him a wicked look from behind my lace mask, I peel off my cloak.
I’m not sure he’s breathing as I shrug off my covering and place it lightly over his outstretched hand.
He doesn’t move.
Wait, that’s a lie. His head is moving painfully slowly, taking in every last inch of me.
The low-cut black crop top and incredibly short skirt feel like they’ve been painted onto my skin. They look like latex, but they’re charmed to feel breathable.
I’m pretty sure the underside of my ass is visible, and he lingers there for a moment, face slightly tilted to the side, before traveling down my legs to take in my black thigh-high boots.
He can’t see the daggers tucked inside my boots, but I promised him I was armed before we left the Otherworld.
Finally, he takes a breath, thanking the gentleman at the coat check as he hands him my cloak. His hand finds the exposed skin on the small of my back as he leads us deeper into the club.
Something inside me tingles. As usual, he’s wearing all black, only now he also has silver chains wrapped around his wrists. Initially, I thought that was the extent of his outfit, but just before we entered the club, he slipped on the mask.
My heartbeat has been going haywire ever since.
It’s black, with glowing red X’s for eyes and a glowing, creepy red smile.
He leans over to whisper in my ear, and the cold plastic brushes over my temple. “Did you want me to kill every creature who looks at you tonight? Because I’d be perfectly happy to do that, especially if it means I get you alone.”
My indrawn breath hitches, but I manage to remember my seduction plan. Striding forward, I look over my shoulder with a smirk. “Who says you need me alone for what you want to do to me?”
Am I bluffing?
Yes.
But Sin already said he isn’t going to fuck me, so why not?
He lets out a low growl as he prowls toward me, and his hand bands across my stomach just as the hallway opens to a massive club.
I freeze, trying to take it all in. Green lights shimmer across thousands of threads in the ceiling. Long silk ropes dangle, and above us, people hang from them, dancing erotically. A few look a bit human, while some are completely… other. One man is covered in glittering rainbow scales, and his long reptilian tail helps to balance him as he does the splits.
He’s completely naked.
Oh boy.
“New patrons,” someone calls from above us.
Looking up, I lock eyes with a woman. She’s upside down, and I watch as she uses a dangling thread to approach us.
“Welcome to my humble establishment.” All eight of her dark eyes take us in, gleaming with curiosity – or maybe hunger.
“We cater to all manners of desire here at the Rusty Dagger, so please, don’t be shy, and tell me what you’re here for,” she says, and I wonder if this is some kind of screening, done for all new patrons, or if there’ssomething about Sin and me that is setting off alarm bells.
