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Serge’s evil laughter made me cold inside. “No. No. She’s not free for anyone, Giovanni. You’d have to pay a pretty penny to have her.”
“Quanto?” he asked, his Italian flowing from his tongue.
If it was any other setting I might have actually liked the man, but this was merely business, and I was the whore being bought off.
“She would cost you nearly half your fortune,” Serge whispered.
My eyes flashed to his, and we both knew he was taking a risk.
“How much?” The man started again, not taking his eyes off me.
Serge smiled to himself, while his eyes never left mine. “Let’s do this. And I usually do not make these sorts of accommodations. But if you sign the contract then perhaps she could be yours for a couple nights.
“Done,” the man did not hesitate.
Serge gestured to his bodyguard who brought the paperwork and a pen. Without even reading what he was signing, his eyes were on me as he scribbled his signature onto the paper. Condemning himself to Serge’s malevolent greed.
I felt bad for the man, but in the end he was paying for something special, wasn’t he?
Taking his hand, I walked him down the stairs and among the writhing bodies below. The faces around me blurred into a surreal vision of masks, all concealing the truth that lies beneath them.
My thoughts went to the man who recently penetrated my thoughts. He’d stayed that night, made me his in every way and then disappeared not to be heard of again. I wondered if he’d return like he’d promised. As I weaved myself through the throngs of half-dressed people, my heart ached. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be his again. I wondered what had happened to him. Had Serge found him, killed him off for touching his property.
Raven shuts the door behind her, knowing what will happen. She turns to the man, slowly undressing, a dance she did nightly for whatever business client Serge had set up. As the material fell, the man smiled, reaching out to touch her stomach. She wanted to recoil from his soft touch, so unlike Spectre’s course callous hands.
“I want you to shift while you're on my cock.”
I tilted my head, not understanding what he wanted. “I usually shift before.”
“I want you to do it while on my cock.”
“I don’t think that will work.”
He gripped me tight, pulling me against him. “I’m paying you to make it work.”
My heart began to beat faster, my hands turned clammy and I didn’t think I could get out of it so easily this time. He dragged me to the couch, taking his cock out, he looked at me.
“Sit on it.”
I bit down on my lip, thinking quickly on how to do this. As I took a step forward, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over him, forcing me to straddle him. His dick slid over my mound. I wasn't ready for him to penetrate me and as he tried to enter me he got frustrated.
“God dammit. Put it in you.”
I licked my hand slowly, rubbing at myself so it wouldn’t hurt. I thought of Spectre, and of his touch as I grabbed the man’s dick and inserted the tip. He shoved me down on it and I cried out in pain, I was too dry.
“Fuck me,” he growled angrily, giving me a brutal smack on my ass. He was too rough, not what I wanted. And as I lifted, I shifted.
“What the fuck?” He scrambled back, falling back onto the floor, his dick in the air as I flew around him.
“What the fuck is this?” He roared, grabbing his pants and flying out the door.
I slowly shifted back to my human form, gathering my clothes as I ran after him. I needed to make him forget. He had to forget.
The flashing lights in the club and all the costumes created a chaotic backdrop as I flew out looking for him. I desperately searched the room but couldn’t find him. What I did find was Serge’s menacing figure standing in the shadows staring right at me. His intent was clear, he was angry, and I didn’t think I would survive the night.
My eyes were darted everywhere, trying to figure out what to do when suddenly the fire alarms went off. Serge froze, confused by what was happening, when again, another loud boom echoed from a corner of the room.
There was a gunshot, and this time the people got scared. They screamed, scurrying past me in their fear and desperate attempt to get out. Serge turned, wanting to know where it was coming from. His eyes were searching for me, and I managed to hide among the crowd.
