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“Yes.”
“Then we have plenty of time to talk.”
Not shag?
This is more important right now.
She gives me that look again, like she had on the patio on New Year’s Eve. Like she knows about us.
“Tell me how you came to be here. Please.”
A beat after the question passes my lips, she hops off the couch and walks to the back of the room to a small cart beside the hot tub. I watch as she pulls out a couple of glasses and pours amber liquid into them, a hearty amount in each. She passes one to me, and as I raise it to my lips, she says, “It’s the cheap stuff.”
I’m about to laugh, but the fumes of the alcohol invade my mouth and lungs and I choke on that alone. “What is this? Petrol?”
The giggle she emits ends in a small snort, and I’m even more smitten now. Didn’t think that possible.
When I finally dare to sip the fire in my glass, letting it burn my mouth, esophagus, and brain cells, Sin follows suit.
“When I was a child, my mother died of an overdose. I was going to be tossed into foster care, but Mama got to me first.”
“You’ve been here since you were a child?” My voice is a roar of rage, and she holds up her hand.
“Mama is a monster, but not that kind of monster. She offered me protection from a world that would likely do some terrible things to a young orphan Omega. In return, I cleaned the club and learned to cook. Did laundry for the staff. Things like that.”
My growl dies down a bit. “And how did you come into your current position?”
She frowns. “Mama noticed something about me. Something different than the other Omegas.”
“What?”
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
My laugh comes out as a howl. “You and me both, love.”
Liar. We’d do whatever she told us to.
And look forward to it.
She smiles weakly. “It wasn’t a good thing for me at first. Her club was all about submissive Omegas that dominant people could hire to do scenes with. But here I was, defiant, running my mouth, and…” she trails, considering her words. “There are things I can withstand or even do that other Omegas aren’t always able to.”
This sparks my interest greatly. “Can you elaborate?”
Her head shakes, no. “Not right now.”
Well, then. “So, the hag made you a dominatrix instead?”
“Essentially. It took a long time to get to this point, but she had me train with female Alphas for years, shadow them when I was growing up. And they stayed with me when I first started to take on clients at eighteen. They really kept me safe.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, yes. Most of the Alphas I’ve met, regardless of gender, look at Omegas as pliable things, tools. But the women who trained me believed in me once we’d spent time together. Once they saw how seriously I took the work.”
“You enjoy it.”
“I do, sure. But it’s also kept me safe. Given me a position of power here that none of the other Omegas have.”
“How so?”
