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“Why a kink club?” I ask instead.
“I like submissive women,” he answers easily. “And dominant men.” He takes a step forward. “What do you like?”
My eyes roam his face—the small amount of hair covering his jaw, the thin nose ring attached to his perfectly shaped nose, and his brown eyes surrounded by long, dark lashes. He’s attractive and admitting that isn’t startling to me. Beautiful people exist in the world, both men and women. My experience with them is unbalanced to say the least, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely inexperienced.
Kaspian is the first man to make me feel so many different things, though. Confused, worried, annoyed, angry, and intrigued.
I’m not hesitant because we’re both men. I’m hesitant because he’s a stalker and a murderer, and how can two killers be anything but enemies? You don’t trust a murderer. You can’t. But there’s a tiny part of me that wonders if we can be friends. Who’s gonna admit to what they do first, though? The fact that we’ve been getting away with our crimes shows we’re pretty good at keeping shit to ourselves.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
His smile spreads slowly across his lips, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards. “I think that’s the first time you’ve been honest with me.”
ChapterSeven
Inever thought I’d be here—dressed in black slacks and a black button up, walking into a fetish club with Kaspian at my side. Apparently black is part of the dress code. No jeans or T-shirts allowed.
“It’s couples’ night,” Kas tells me right before we approach the man just past the door.
“What?”
“Shh. Hey, Nick.” He greets the bald man like he knows him fairly well. Maybe he does.
“Kaspian,” the man says in response. “Signing him in?”
“Yep. Give him your ID,” he tells me.
I pass it along, and after some quick paperwork in which I have to look over the rules, the man glances at Kas. “You know you’re responsible for him.”
“I do.”
The man gives me a look that tells me not to do anything stupid, but he doesn’t say anything as he hands my ID back.
“So, you come here often,” I say to Kas as we move past the hulking figure and through a narrow hall.
“I wouldn’t sayoften, but…” he trails off with a shrug and leads me to a bar.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but so far it’s fairly normal. The area around the bar is typical of any local hangout. There’s tables and chairs, a pool table, and plenty of people interacting. The room is dim with purple hues illuminating from various locations—above the bar, on the walls, and under tables.
“Here you go,” Kaspian says, handing me a drink.
“Is it Gin and Tonic or Sprite?” I ask.
He smirks. “Guess you’ll have to have a taste.”
After a sip, I find that it’s a vodka soda. “You drinking the same or you trying to get me drunk while you stay sober?”
Kaspian laughs. “You’ll appreciate the alcohol in a little while.”
We find two empty stools near the end of the bar and make ourselves comfortable. Kaspian’s eyes flicker around the room, and I wonder if he’s looking for someone to approach. Isn’t that how it works? You just ask someone if they wanna sleep with you?
“Where do people fuck in here?” I ask.
“Anxious already?” he asks in a teasing tone.
“Just curious.”
“There’s another area. I’m just easing you in. Drink up.”
