?Yes.
?Yes.
?Yes.
?Yes, please!
In one fluid motion, he sheds his shirt completely. The tattoos cover his entire torso, a tapestry of chaotic colors.
He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explores my mouth, tasting of whiskey and something darker, more primal. I moan against him, my fingers tracing the living artwork on his chest.
As we kiss, I feel a strange tingling sensation where my skin meets his tattoos. It’s as if they’re reaching out to me, trying to pull me in. The room starts to spin, and suddenly I’m not sure if it’s from desire or something more sinister.
“Wait,” I gasp, breaking the kiss. “I need to know... are you going to kill me?”
He pulls away, visibly stunned but only for a split second. “Do you ask all the men you’re with this question?”
I freeze for a moment, not wanting to reveal that I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. One-night stands have never been my jam, but I’m enjoying this ruse of being daring, bold, and spontaneous.
“Only the interesting ones,” I reply with an impish raise of my lip, my fingers still tracing the tattoos on his chest. The tingling sensation intensifies, and I can’t tell if it’s excitement or fear surging through my body.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Oh, I do want to devour you. But killing you? That would be such a waste.”
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. “I have much more... entertaining plans for you.”
I reach out and place my hand on his lower abdomen. “MaybeIhave plans foryou.”
“Areyougoing to killme?” he asks.
I laugh, a husky sound that echoes in the small dressing room. “Maybe. But first...” I reach for the button of his pants.
With deft fingers, I undo his fly, sliding my hand inside. My breath catches as I feel him, hot and hard against my palm. And there, in the dim light of the dressing room, I see it—a faint blue shimmer amidst the dark curls.
“Well, well,” I murmur, stroking him slowly. “Looks like Mr. Blue is full of surprises.”
He groans, his hips bucking against my hand. “You have no idea, little songbird.”
Suddenly, he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand. His other hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until it’s bunched around my waist.
His fingers then hook into the lace of my panties and pull it aside. When his mouth finds my pussy, I gasp and my hips jerk off the couch.
“Look at me,” he says against my skin.
I force my eyes open. He’s watching me while his tongue works, and something about that eye contact makes everything more intense. His beard scrapes against my thighs—rough, then soft, then rough again.
“Blue,” I manage to say.
He makes a sound low in his throat that I feel more than hear. He releases my hands and grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks, spreading me wider. Whatever restraint he had before is gone now. This is hungry and desperate and nothing like I expected.
When he pushes two fingers inside and curls them, I come hard. My back arches and I actually cry out—loud enough that someone in the club definitely heard.
He keeps going until I’m shaking and trying to push him away because it’s too much. He finally lifts his head, his beard wet, smiling like he just won something.
“Tonight is just about you,” he growls. “I like to spread out my fun over multiple nights. Tonight... I just want a taste.”
Chapter Two
Blue
