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Trinity merely inclined her head and slowly backed away from me, hopefully going to do what I had just asked. As I bounded down the stairs and past level two, I didn’t pay any mind to the sexual acts being committed all around me. They were just white noise, and I was laser focused on finding the man I’d come here for. I passed through level three without incident, and as I entered the fourth, the fetish level, I couldn’t believe how I barely noticed the very things that had surprised me so much not long ago. It felt like a lifetime since I’d been introduced to Salvatore’s darker side, to the hidden dirty deeds that took place in a building most city dwellers passed every day without thinking twice.
How had I thought I could ever fit in with this lifestyle? I had liked the bite of pain because I’d liked the man giving it to me. I had been open to things because I wanted to please him. Now I only felt foolish, because I’d been playing a part in Salvatore’s disturbed, fucked-up love story. It had nothing to do with me, with who I was, and that was the most devastating part about the whole thing. I’d believed he was falling for me. That I was special. But none of it had been real.
The reality of where I was hit me as I took the final steps down to the Lair. Would he be whipping someone again? Or maybe something more this time? It didn’t matter, because he didn’t matter to me anymore. That was what I was telling myself as I ignored the hole in my chest where his larger-than-life presence had taken up space.
The Lair was exactly as it’d been the first time I’d seen it, dungeon-like, with flickering torches along the walls, but this time I didn’t have to look far for the Wolfe. Overseeing his subjects from his throne, Salvatore sat on the raised dais shirtless and in the same black leather pants I’d seen him in before. A whip dangled idly from his hand, and the expression on his face was one of melancholy, like he wasn’t really watching anything happening on the floor below.
Why did he have to be so unbelievably handsome? Why did my body have to react to him in a way that warred with my mind and all sanity? I didn’t want to be affected by this man. I didn’t want my cock to take notice or my blood to hum or my stomach to flip at the sight of him.
The strong lines of his face and his muscular body, the dark hair on his chest trailing down to what I knew was a cock that could inspire more pleasure than anything I’d ever known…it wasn’t fair. He looked like the devil himself lording over hell, but I hadn’t known at the time how tempting that sinful prince would be. I hadn’t known that the price I’d have to pay would be nothing less than a shattered heart that would never piece itself back together.
I could always feel his stare, even when I hadn’t known it was his I should fear, and the same must’ve been true for Salvatore, because his head turned ever so slightly in my direction, and those penetrating eyes fell on me. The instant lick of heat in his gaze shook me to my core, and as he dropped the whip and pushed up to his feet, my feet moved forward of their own accord, meeting him halfway, in the center of the room.
Don’t be deceived by the pretty packaging. He’s not the man who swept you off your feet. He’s the wolf who preyed on you.
As Salvatore came to a stop in front of me, his eyes roamed over my face as though checking every feature was how he remembered. I stood before him with my chin raised and my spine ramrod straight, letting him take his fill, and I could feel the stares of every other den member now on their alpha and the one he had publicly claimed.
“You came to me,” Salvatore said, as he slowly raised a hand, and right before his fingers could touch my cheek, I took a step back.
“Don’t,” I said, and looked to either side of us to see that the other members were coming closer, circling around us. They were probably wondering who was stupid enough to defy the man currently towering over me.
Salvatore’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t? If you don’t wish me to touch you, why have you come here?”
Because I’m a fucking idiot was my first thought, because how had I ever thought I could resist him when he was so close, so intense, and so very overwhelming?
No. I was stronger than that. I was also smarter, of that I was sure, and staying with someone like Salvatore would never be a smart move, no matter which way I envisioned it.
