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When I look at the three men entering the room, sudden flames lick around my heart, pumping hot blood through my veins and filling my limbs with fear. These men arefamily, without a doubt, making me feel trapped in this space. I snake out a hand under the table, ready to hang on to any part of Connor. My fingers curl around his knee, and my breath comes in a stutter when he wraps his hand around mine. It’s warm and comforting and makes me forget who’s protecting who now.
Manuel nods.
“What else can you give us, man? Come on!”
“Easy now,” I murmur when I feel the stare of the newcomers on us. Manuel gives them a short glint of his eye before he turns back to us.
“MyCaptainis a hypnotist, and he’ll be doing a hypnosis to check if you’re suggestible for tomorrow evening.”
“And what if we’re not?”
“Then nothing, you’ll still be able to come and enjoy all the temptation we offer. It’s the ones susceptible that we can include into our more,challengingthemes.”
“I don’t believe in all that shit,” I mumble, though dread locks my throat into a tight fist.
Manuel curves his lips into a playful, dark grin. “Easy, tiger.”
Connor’s hand gives mine a little squeeze and my muscles relax. I hold on to his long digits, not wanting him to retreat.Just a little longer.
A firm hand claps me on my shoulder and I see Manuel’s eyes widen briefly before he dips his head. I slowly turn to face the intruder, heart hammering in my chest. One of the tall, blond-haired guys watches me with curiosity. His eyes are dark, almond shaped and radiate with raw lust, and have me somehow sucked in. Without breaking eye contact, he addresses Manuel, his voice smooth as honey, the words soft and round and absolutely unintelligible.
“This is myCaptain,” Manuel explains in a breathy voice, then gestures to us. “These are the clients from the States.” The man treats us to a little bow, then saunters back across the room. More people have entered, and though they look likefamily—all dressed in loose-fitted silk pants and light shirts—it’s unclear what role they have.
TheCaptaingestures to anotherbrotherto come closer. This one’s smaller, with sculpted muscles and an elegant posture. His light eyes create a sharp contrast to the raven hair, giving him a piercing type of beauty. And beautiful he is with his lithe chest glittering as he presents himself in front of him.
“Trésor,” my head hammers. Then the blond man starts to speak with a soft, yet persistent voice and as if there’s a hole that’s opened itself at my feet, I find myself falling into its melody. My gaze falters, and a peaceful quietness takes over, bringing my mind into a state of calm. I feel like I’m floating with my eyes open.
The younger man drops to his knees and I watch while that soothing voice takes me further into my mind. “Touch him,” I whisper, feeling strangely intoxicated with fog, aroused purely from the sight. But he doesn’t. He just stays there, on his knees, hands clasped behind his straight back, eyes cast down. The room’s buzzing with arousal and I inhale it greedily. Flashes of life fly around me like pages of a book, only to be grabbed out of the air by my imaginary hand. I open them one by one and memories flutter in my mind, long-forgotten moments of heat and sex.
“Austin,” I hear from afar.
“Hmm.”Christ, yes.
“Austin.” Somebody jostles my body and I enjoy the feeling of my numb limbs being shaken up. “Hmm,” I rumble again.
So many memories, so many forgotten faces. When I feel a stinging pinch in my arm, I open my eyes on a breathy inhale. “What the—?”
“Stay with me.” Connor’s eyes are wide and he gives me another squeeze, this one sharper than the one before. I swear it’s just to piss me off. Though it does the trick because my surroundings seem to clear. I shift in my seat in an attempt to relieve my cock and let out a surprised hiss when I feel it achingly hard.
Manuel gestures to one of the waiters and he hands me a bottle of water. “Drink up.”
“Who would have thought,” Connor mumbles next to me, sounding smug as fuck, “That you, as arrogant and cocky as you are, would be so receptive to hypnosis.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I take a few big gulps of water, refusing to feel embarrassed in front of these freaks. Around us, people start mumbling again, lifting the final veil of fog and we can all fucking breathe again. “And what about you? Were you just sitting here chatting over drinks?”
He gives me an incredulous smirk. “Something like that.”
“It’s normal to feel like that when you are suggestive,” Manuel says, thoughsurprise,surprise, there’s no mocking in his voice. “I know people can be skeptical, but hypnosis is really strong. It can get you into all sorts of mental states, depending on how open you are to it and how skilled the hypnotist is. That’s why we use it both for pleasure and for pain.”
“Pain?” The word lingers in my head, where I let it tumble around, tasting its signification.
Punishment… fuck me.
I turn to face Connor who’s already staring my way. A golden, burning gaze that I want to hide under, be warmed by. There’s a flicker of realization when he sees that I’ve unraveled yet another piece of the puzzle. A puzzle that he’s already completed, yet refuses to share because that’s his way of playing me.
He might think he’s thegoody-goodyin this whole thing, but for someone so clever, he sure has little self-reflection. Just like I have little self-control, especially when he’s around.
What a beautiful combination we are, fueled by misunderstanding, awkwardness, and lust. And something else that’s been lurking behind the scenes ever since that moment in the library. I should just get rid of that video, for his sake.
