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She eyed me. “I watch a lot of television.”

“What?”

“You haven’t seen All-American?”

I rolled my eyes, and she cracked a smile. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re missing.”

We stepped onto an elevator with the hostess, and I took a breath. I watched as she extended a long, slender alabaster finger out onto the white circles filled with black numbers. It lit up, ready to take us to our destination.

Into the belly of hell we go, I thought.

ChapterEleven

Nora

The Hellfire Club was every bit as sinful as you could imagine it to be. The club’s concierge, who I found out there were many more of, was there to tempt us with everything we could think of. Nothing was off limits. If you wanted coke, it was there in an instant. If you wanted a three headed prostitute, it was there for you to discover.

We’d even walked into the beginning of an orgy before she’d finished giving us the grand tour.

I can’t believe you paid ten racks for this shit,I thought.

Mason and I had been invited back to the first level and we took our seats. Luckily, things had calmed down enough on the main level and cleaners were working to sanitize the furniture. The first show had ended and someone else had come to the stage.

We took our seats towards the back in a darkened corner. A spotlight shone on the stage and another woman appeared in a dark cat suit, her curls bouncing all over the place.

“What do you think her talent is?” I leaned over and whispered to Mason.

He was still mildly annoyed that I hadn’t explained to him what the Hellfire Club was. The man was an assassin for hire for God’s sake; sex shouldn’t have made him as uncomfortable as it did. Though that thought made me smile.

“Who knows,” he grumbled back.

The lights seemed to lower even more in the room and the woman on stage began to talk. Her voice was dark and soothing as she spoke in what I thought was spoken word poetry.

“With just a whisper,” the woman said. “I can have you under my thrall.”

Mason grunted and whispered out loud. “Yeah fucking right.”

“I know that there are non-believers among you,” she smiled. “I invite you here into my darkened space. The Hellfire Club only brings me here once in a while as my power is so infinite. I can make you cum with just a flick of my fingers…”

She went on talking and Mason seemed to become more irritated, fidgeting quite a bit in his seat. It wasn’t until I returned my attention to what some of the commands the performer had begun to call out in her sultry voice were, that I realized were some of things Mason was now mimicking.

At her command he turned his head like some of the others in the audience. I had stopped listening to her and gave Mason my full attention. He had a dopey grin on his face and I knew that he was under the woman’s thrall.

“Nora,” he spoke, but it didn’t seem to be his voice.

“Mason…”

“Kind of,” he reached for my hand and then brought it up to his lips.

I waved my free hand in front of his face, but he snatched it out of the air and pulled me to him and into his lap. A gasp left my throat while Mason’s head titled and turned.

“I’ve been waiting, Nora.”

Confusion had never looked good on me. Gawking over my shoulder I saw various scenes happening all over the place. People were kissing and shedding clothes.

“Mason, we need to focus. We didn’t come here to take part in the… festivities…”

He laughed and it was so low and dark, there was a huge chance he was going to haunt my dreams. Full on have me writhing and riding my pillow in my sleep to relieve the pressure that was building up inside of my body.

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