“Take your hands off her,” Tristan growls. The command slices through me, and for some reason, I obey, releasing her.
Leaning back, I grip the edge of the bar, my knuckles whitening as I watch her. Her tongue flicks against my cock at a torturously slow speed. My head tilts back as an involuntary groan escapes.
“God fucking dammit.”
When I lift my head again, her eyes hold mine. Her tongue swirls slowly over the head of my cock, tormenting me before she plants a kiss on it. Then, she stands and saunters back to Tristan.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, smug.
“Don’t call me that,” Selene replies with cold defiance.
“Feisty. Just the way I like my brats.”
Dominik’s mask tilts toward me as I hastily stuff myself back into my pants, the strain of my zipper biting into me.
I should have jerked off before coming here. Tonight is going to be a long one.
Dominik shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. “Truth or dare, Julian,” Selene says with a sly smile at Tristan.
“Dare.”
She picks up Tristan’s mask from the table and hands it to him. “I dare you to begin the game.”
If this is a team effort, it’s me and Dom against them. But I can feel it already—this will be a free-for-all. No alliances, just shared pleasure and pain. And whatever else these walls have in store.
Tristan takes his mask, tracing its edges with a secretive smile. When his head rises, his eyes gleam with a dark intensity that infects the room.
This is all happening so quickly.
“With pleasure,” he says. “But first, we need to go over one rule. You always have the power to put an end to this. No matter what, no matter where you yell or mouth stop with intent then we stop. No questions asked.”
“That’s not going to work for me. I use that word without actually meaning it.”
“Fine. Pick a word.”
Selene looks at each of us, biting her lip. “Mermaid.”
We all nod, acknowledging the unspoken rules of the night—even though Selene already had her tongue on my cock, but I digress.
Tristan turns to Selene, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “Pick a good place to hide, darling. Because when we catch you, all bets are off.”
Selene laughs lightly. “Or when I catch you. How much time do I get?”
Tristan shrugs. “Until I get bored.”
With that, Selene gathers her dress and dashes out, disappearing through the bar’s side door.
“Are we really doing this?” Dominik mutters, pulling his mask up to glare at me.
There’s no hesitation in my mind. I want this.
“Yes, we’re doing it. Well, I am. You don’t have to.”
Dom groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know I’m going to follow you wherever the hell you go.”
“What’s gotten into you? Normally this would be right up your alley.”
Tristan chuckles under his breath, and I shoot him a warning look. Is he screwing with Dom, or does he know something I don’t? He’s already proven he has dirt on me, and I wouldn’t put it past him to dig into Dom the second we walked in.
