I narrow my eyes as I study the man standing beside the exquisite siren. Are they together? Hooking up?
But I need and want her. So, if she’s interested and into me, and if I have to share her with another man—even though that’s screaming all sorts ofwrong—then so be it.
Or better yet, you can kill the son of a bitch in private and have her all to yourself.
If I were more clear-headed, without the all-consuming lust roaring through me, I’d be alarmed at the level of my possessiveness, but instead, I’m planning how to propose a three-way.
She seems…shy and hesitant about being here as she glances around the room before turning back to the man beside her.
He drags his finger down her arm again, saying something to her, and she takes a subtle step back.
Which tells me she’s not likely here with him and that he’s making her uncomfortable, yet she isn’t telling him to leave her alone. Almost like she’s too nice. Or maybe she’s too new in a place like this to be comfortable saying no.
Just because you walk through Hedon’s doors doesn’t mean you’re open game for whatever the more confident, bolder members want. No one is to be coerced or pressured; everything is consensual, even in the consensual-non-consent play.
It’s clear to me that she doesn’t want the man brazenly touching her, and I suspect that she’s new to Hedon.
A new level of possessiveness rises within me, and inside, a war chant pounds in time with the bass.Mine. Mine. Mine.
She’s all fucking mine, and no one else’s here. Because somehow, I know that no one here has tasted her, had her before.
I stalk over toward the exquisite siren, my new prey.
Let the filthy games begin…
Chapter 7
Army
AsIapproach,Ican see that my siren—I’ve already claimed her as mine—is stiff and tense. I study the man beside her, talking to her,touchingher. He’s wearing an expensive suit, his white shirt open to reveal his chest. I had told Riveria earlier that I can tell who most of our members are, even when they’re masked. I suspect this guy is Rick Halloway, a crooked politician who votes against anything that supports women’s rights. His wedding ring, which he wears even when coming to this club—without his wife—confirms my suspicions.
Rick leans closer, and my siren stiffens further, and I’ve had enough of him making her uncomfortable and trying to move in on my territory.
“Leave,” I growl, the voice modulator changing my voice enough that it can’t be recognized. But honestly, I don’t give a shit if this motherfucker knows who I am.
He turns to me, ready to argue, but his words die as he sees that I’m ready for war and bloodshed. He senses the menacing vibes rolling off me. I’d gladly cut his hands off for daring totouch her and shove them down his throat, choking him for his sin.
A smidgen of rationale tries to push in, questioning why I’m feeling the level ofinsaneandintenseinsta-lust that I am for this beautiful creature, but I ignore it.
He stumbles back a step when I move toward him, then he scurries off.
Leaving me alone with my siren.
Being so close to her is potent. My cock is steel inside the confines of my pants, wanting her. Demanding her. Demanding her submission and for me to fuck her filthy and raw.
She turns to face me full-on, and I almost stagger back. Her mask hides her identity, but what’s revealed up close is next-level beautiful. As is her body that’s built for sin.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, looking up at me. The action of her throat pulls my eyes to its unblemished, creamy skin, and I want to sink my teeth into that perfect, unmarked flesh, leaving my mark on her.
My eyes trail over her tapered jawline to those full, pouty lips. She isn’t wearing any lipstick, but I want those lips covered with dark crimson lipstick, smeared, and wrapped around my cock. I want to hear her trying to take my cock, gagging with tears leaking from her eyes.
I want to come all over those lips, then smear and rub my cum into her skin on her face and neck so she’ll wear me all evening.
My eyes continue upward over the elegant mask with the flames dancing over it—almost like they’re flames of sin—and meet her eyes.
Pure. Carnal. Lust hits me.
My breathing turns harsh and ragged, as does hers, and we both take a step toward each other. Mine is involuntary; if I had to guess, I’d say hers was, too.
