I’m crossing my fingers for option A.
Sin’s hand brushes against my neck, sensually caressing me. I’m not acting when I immediately close my eyes and lean back into him, craving more.
He strokes my throat before his touch is replaced by soft fabric. There’s a click, and my eyes flutter open.
He’s in front of me now, his masked face tilted and unmoving. He’s utterly fixated on me.
My heart kicks up a notch, and the light reflects against something in his hand. He’s holding one of the chains from his wrist, and the other end is attached to something around my neck.
My eyes flare.
A collar.
That sonofabitch actually managed to get me in a collar.
He watches me for another moment, no doubt taking in the fire in my eyes. Even though I can’t see his face, I’m certain he’s grinning.
“A VIP booth, top floor. I have a little kitten who likes to watch,” he finally answers, holding out a satchel. “This should cover our visit.”
The woman’s eyes light up, and she shifts. One of her arms takes the bag.
One offourhuman-looking arms.
She also has four human-looking legs.
Spider shifter.
She’s a spider shifter who’s hanging out partially shifted.
Don’t freak out. It’s not okay to be afraid of people because of how they look.
“Of course, the stairwell is across the dance floor, and I’ll be sure to alert our security of your arrival. Please have a delicious stay.” She starts back toward the ceiling, and her back legs bend at impossible angles as she climbs.
Terrifying.
Sin pulls me closer. “Told you I’d get you in a collar,” he purrs.
I flush. Of course, he also came prepared to mess with me. Silly of me to assume I’d get the jump on him.
He gives a light tug on the collar, humming low. “Come on, kitten. Show me how well you walk on a leash.”
There’s a playful challenge in his tone, and it beckons me. If he’s here to play, then I’m going to win.
Sweat-drenched bodies dance around us as Sin leads us through the room. But instead of meekly following, I stride past him, running my fingers along the length of the chain.
My hips feel fluid, swaying to the beat of the music. Committed, I ignore the heat in my cheeks and wrap my fingers around the metal, using it to lead him.
There’s a slight resistance when Sin doesn’t immediately follow. Looking back, I give him a wicked smile and tug on the leash as if to ask, ‘you coming?’
That seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was stuck in, and he follows.
Only now, it feels like a predator is stalking me.
Accurate, really.
Still, his response helps dampen any lingering self-doubt, and I pause when we reach the center of the dance floor. His body is immediately flush against mine, and his hands come to my hips.
I grind back into him, feeling his thickness press against my ass. Tilting my head back, I all but purr, “Who’s wearing the leash again?”
