I spot the hallway to my left, swallowing when I find how dark and uninviting it looks. Holding my breath, I sidle past writhing bodies, ducking away from a few wandering hands.
My heart hammers in my chest when I enter the hallway. Neon red lights line the ceiling on either side, illuminating the space in the color that represents debauchery. It reminds me of a haunted house in a way, but instead of screams of terror, it’s screams of pleasure.
“You can do this, Addie,” Zade encourages, voice soft. He must be able to hear my heavy breathing. Perspiration coats my forehead and the back of my neck as I walk into a room I would’ve thought I’d only see in movies.
There are three massive glass windows in each wall surrounding me. Behind each window is a room, a couple in various stages of sex. Straight ahead, a woman is on all fours while a man stands behind her and whips her ass with a cane.
The couple to my left is trading oral sex. The man stands with the woman in his arms, flipped upside down. I cock my head, a little curious how hard that would be to do.
To my right, the woman is chained to the bed, writhing as a man in a leather suit whips her.
There must be speakers in the rooms because their moans are just as loud as they would be if I were standing next to them.
Several voyeurs stand both in and outside the rooms, watching the couples while subtly touching themselves or the person next to them.
I shift apprehensively, beginning to feel way out of my element.
“Incoming, baby,” Zade warns, but I hardly hear him. I’m so hypnotized by what’s happening in front of me that I don’t notice the person approaching, not until their voice is in my ear.
“Which one intrigues you the most?”
I startle, unable to contain the gasp. My heart pounds in my chest, and my stomach flutters from the fright.
I’d recognize his voice anywhere. I hear it so often in my nightmares; I fear I’ll never forget it.
Xavier stands next to me, hands casually in his pockets as he watches on. Half of his face is covered by a black mask with a silver diamond painted over one eye.
“Terribly sorry to scare you,” he murmurs, the smirk on his face indicating he’s not sorry at all.
He doesn’t recognize me yet. I’m wearing a dark brown wig to help conceal my identity, but I imagine he’ll figure out who I am the moment he hears me speak. My huskier voice has always been easily identifiable.
Xavier’s presence is suffocating, and it takes several more seconds to drag my gaze away, fighting to wrestle my heart back down.
Swallowing nervously, I face the couple straight ahead where the man is now fucking the woman from behind, bright red welts across her ass and thighs. Her hands are cuffed behind her back while the man uses her locked hands as an anchor. Her screams are high-pitched and sharp with pleasure, and once more, I feel a stab of envy.
“Too shy?” he prompts. Rolling my red-stained lips, I nod, hoping that’ll satisfy him.
Don’t be shy, diamond, let me see how good you suck cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut, tilting my face away, so he doesn’t see how hard I have to fight to pull myself together.
“I’m right behind you, baby,” Zade whispers. I don’t turn to look, but I feel him anyway. He’s a force far stronger than the man standing next to me.
Instantly, I relax. Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman. It gives me a small dose of power, enough to reignite my confidence.
Xavier can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t touch me, cut me, or use me. He’s a pitiful soul posing as a powerful being. Soon, I will remind him that he is only a man, and I am the reaper forged beneath his own hands.
“I can help relax you if you’d like,” Xavier suggests from beside me, his voice deepening. “There are private rooms to your left.”
“Okay,” I agree quietly.
He grabs my hand, the touch of his skin sending a cold chill throughout my body. I’d forgotten how dead he feels. He pulls me toward a double set of doors in the corner of the room. Subtly, I glance back to Zade, finding him in a full-face mask. All black with geometric points, a dramatic frown, and a slash through the eye. His yin-yang eyes are hidden, only bottomless pits where they should be.
Admittedly, he looks terrifying. And I’d be lying if I said that didn’t spark something low in my stomach, sinking between my thighs.
Turning away, I focus as Xavier leads us into a hallway full of black doors. It’s deathly silent in here.
“Soundproof rooms,” Xavier supplies, glancing back at me with a wicked smirk on his face.
I bite my lip, my nerves running wild as he walks us into a private room. The white walls are tinted blue from the LED lights surrounding the ceiling. A single black bed sits in the middle with handcuffs on the headboard and footboard. And a dresser is next to it, likely filled with different kinds of toys.
“Should I be worried that these rooms are soundproof, Xavier?” I ask, no longer concerned with him recognizing my voice.
He slowly turns his head to me, his blue eyes widened with surprise. Even beneath the mask, he can’t hide his reaction.
“I see my diamond has come back to me,” he drawls, his lips curling into a smile. His eyes drop to my body, taking his time as he slowly takes me in, pausing on the rose tattoo on my forearm.
“My god, you look fantastic. Must be why I didn’t immediately recognize you.” His eyes kick up to my hair. “And your hair is darker. Can’t say I’m a fan of that.”
“Truly, I’m hurt,” I respond dryly.
Anger flashes across his irises. That reaction makes the smile impossible to contain.
He nods his head, seemingly to himself.
“I suspect you’ve come back to kill me.”
I cock my head. “You think I could?” I query, though I’m not the least bit interested in his approval.
He laughs, tipping his head back and exposing his throat. One slash to the jugular. That’s all I’d need. But I don’t want to kill Xavier.
Not tonight, I don’t.
His laugh tapers, and if I were breathing any louder, I wouldn’t have heard the subtle click from behind me.
I turn, my heart dropping when I tug on the handle, finding that he locked the door. Which means it’s automated.
“I’m good friends with the owner here,” Xavier explains darkly. “If we want a little extra time with the girls than they’re willing to give, we have… means to get them to stay a little longer.”
I face Xavier again, noting his hand in his pocket. He must have some type of button in there to engage the locks.
My pulse is hammering, but I force my chin high, exuding a confidence I’m having trouble feeling.
This… was not something Zade, or I, was aware of. One of the biggest rules in this club is no locks to offer security and comfort to the women. Seems the owner is a slimy bastard and knows how to hide it. Makes me wonder how many women have gotten trapped in these rooms, and how they were kept silent. The reputation of
Supple is impeccable, which means their scare tactics are effective.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.