It dawned on her that she recognized these men.
Cupid fucked his way to orgasm into a woman from behind while Teddy laced his fingers through her blonde hair and choked her with his dick. He pulled out after filling her mouth with cum, but only so he could stick his fingers in to feel her swallow it. She sucked greedily as she gulped it all down her throat.
Nyx couldn't turn away. Wetness slicked her thighs as the pressure in her lower stomach built. She felt guilty for watching, maybe even shame and a touch of fury, but couldn’t force her feet forward. Nyx lived in a constant state of survival. She didn’t have time for pleasure, and had never experienced a man between her legs. So why, then, did her mouth water? Why did her thoughts stray, envying the woman who was taking cock like it was her day job. Was that what she wanted?
Nyx shook the fog away and let herself become grounded in the anger that kept her going. She supposed that was the point of this whole sick fucking floor.
To be an envious voyeur.
“Do you see something you like, little thief?” A deep voice rumbled in the dark.
Nyx whirled, her fist already squeezed tight and aiming for whoever had the audacity to be so close.
Before her fist made contact, a tatted, muscled arm knocked it aside as a hand with painted black nails clasped around her throat. It pushed her up against the glass in a ruthless maneuver. Shock stilled her body as a man made of nightmares smiled down from the shadows, the bones of his skull flickering in and out along with a row of jagged teeth. He bent and pressed his face to her neck, squeezing just hard enough to make her vision dance. The man inhaled as he dragged his nose up the column of her throat leaving a trail of electricity behind, and it was like the oxygen was forced from the room.
“Do you know what I do to little thieves who sneak their way into this club?” he murmured against her ear, breath tickling the tiny hairs that stood on end.
Nyx fought for a moment of clarity to guide the situation, but his closeness muddled her mind. She was afraid, though not nearly enough. Instead, the pressure grew to a burning ache and Nyx hated herself for it. Shame stoked the rage as she choked out, “Let them go because you’re a nice guy?”
His laugh rumbled through the space between them and the vibrations hummed where their bodies met. When did they get so close? She couldn’t remember.
“I assume you were trying to make it to Level Pride to scrape the pockets of my finest patrons.”
“Dude, can you back the fuck up? Your breath smells like ass.” Nyx fought to hold back gasps as her lungs begged for the oxygen he deprived her of. The chokehold made her clit swell and it only fueled her anger.
He chuckled and it was a sinister sound that made goosebumps spring up along her skin. “Have your weeks of stalking my club taught you what lies beyond Level Pride?”
His club?Fuck.
“I’ll take your silence as a no.” He put his forehead against hers and stared deep into her soul with those milky irises. He was both stunning and terrifying. “Thieves go to the next Level. Desecration. It’s where I enlist you in an auction of private, unnamed patrons and sell you to the highest bidder. Who knows what they would do to a little thief like you…” He trailed off, leaving her mind to wonder what sort of horrors would await her.
He placed his mouth back by her ear and touched the lobe with his tongue. If his hands weren’t restricting the flow of oxygen, her body may have betrayed her with a moan.
“If you keep soaking your panties, however, I may have to take you to the highest floor. Do you know what’s up there?”
Nyx had no response ready, no quips to wield like a blade as his words wreaked havoc on her body. Instead, she shook her head.
“That, my little thief, is my office. The Devil's Playground.”
The fear she’d been missing struck tenfold as Nyx fought against him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that when you were faced with a dangerous animal, you weren’t supposed to fight or flee because they may give chase, but Nyx didn’t have time to analyze it. She knew that if she let this man take her, she may not make it back home and that wasn’t an option.
“There it is,” he smiled. “Fear. I can taste it.” He loosened his grip, yet caged her body against the wall with his muscled frame instead. She shuddered when something hard pressed into her abdomen.
Please Zeus let that be a gun, she thought.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised. “You should be afraid.” He used his free hand to stroke her cheek.
Something else she’d learned about animals was that you’re not supposed to underestimate one that’s been caged. She tried to strengthen her spine, making her body as big as it could get compared to the lean frame of muscle standing before her.
“I’d agree with you,” she spat. “But then we’d both be wrong, you hulking asshole. I’m not afraid of the likes of you, and I haven’t violated any rules in your precious club.”
“Feisty, like a little kitten,” he smirked.
The living nightmare stepped back without warning and Nyx fell to her knees with a sharp inhale. She’d barely hit the ground before he caught her by the throat and pulled her up, motioning to others with his free hand. Something pinched around herwrists with azipand Nyx lashed out with bucking legs, but it was useless.
He watched with a wolfish grin and she had a sick feeling that her fear was the finest of aphrodisiacs for him. She wondered how many times he sat behind the glass on Level Envy just to watch. A devil lording over his kingdom.
“Take her to The Playground.”
