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That’s why I’m going to this audition tomorrow.
It’s my turn to repay the debt.
My eyes scan the room, searching for the black and gold devil mask and the man beneath it.
What’s he here for?
I mean, yes, I know he’s wearing the black and red wristband, and I know what that means. But is that really why Gabriel Black is at Club Venom tonight? Because Mr. Roboto is secretly a Dom into sadomasochism?
Or is he looking for a wife?
My jaw tightens.
Shit. What if that is what he’s here for? What if he’s getting a jump start on…or hedging his bets for…this audition tomorrow, and he’s here looking for some woman who’ll take that four million dollars before I can make my play tomorrow?—
“You look lost, little kitten.”
In half a second, my breath sucks in, my spine jerks upright, and my thighs clench. The color drains from my face as the words growl and purr from behind me into my ear. I can feel his presence—an impossible mix of heat and the utter absence of it, like a black hole—right at my back. The slightly spicy, clean scent of him with a hint of bergamot teases over my nose.
Little kitten?
Then I remember that my mask has cute little cat ears at the top edge of it.
Just the same, the way he says “kitten”, it doesn’t feel like a cutesy pet name.
It feels like a predator warning its prey that it’s dinnertime. And that’s a sensation I’m not sure should make me quite as warm and tingly as it does.
“I—”
I gasp sharply as his hand wraps around my neck from behind. It’s not that tight, and not really threatening. But it does feel possessive. Like I’m something that belongs to him, and he’s reminding both me and everyone else around us of the fact.
“Don’t talk,” Gabriel murmurs into my ear, making me shiver as heat teases down my spine. “I have other plans for your mouth.”
Holy. GOD.
My eyes bulge, and I’m infinitely thankful that I’m facing away from him, lest he see how hard he just rattled me.
You could end this now.
I’m aware of the rules here. Red and gold wristband or not, at any point, anyone can walk away from anyone else and any act they don’t wish to participate in. I could so easily turn around and awkwardly let him know, hi, it’s me, Fumi, your employee, I’m here for a business thing. I could plead ignorant on my choice in wristbands, take the massive awkwardness and embarrassment hit, and slink off.
I don’t.
I don’t want to end this.
Not yet. I’m way too curious now.
“Just listen, kitten.”
I shiver, feeling his strong, veined fingers tease over my throat.
“I have a private room,” Gabriel purrs into my ear. “I’m going to take you there and put you on your fucking knees. Then I’m going to punish you.” He leans in close, and when his teeth graze over my earlobe, my legs turns to jelly.
“I’m going to hurt you.”
My breath gets shaky. My skin tingles all over, and I’m acutely aware of my nipples hardening against the silky material of the black cocktail dress I’m wearing.
What he just said should terrify me. It should send me running, or at the very least, disgust me.
