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Any one of those people seated with him would have been more than willing, there was no question about that.
“Why didn’t you stick with them then?” Hunter stated, still not one hundred percent sure he trusted what was going on here. The room itself was decorated for pleasure, with black leather and silks everywhere. A rack attached to the wall held an assortment of chains and whips, and he was trying his best not to give in to the urge to stare at them.
The room wasn’t overly large, with nothing but the bed and a small table set off to the side. A door led to what Hunter assumed was the bathroom so guests could clean up afterward privately without roaming through the rest of the club first. At the door, there was the key panel and then another button, this one round and red.
Odin caught him looking and shrugged. “Emergency contact. If anything happens to anyone here, they can press that, and help will be sent to sort things out. We’ve had to include them in several other buildings that otherwise were fine without.”
“Why?”
“There’ve been some recent attacks on some of my people.” A flicker of anger swept through his eyes before he seemingly got a hold of it. “If there’s ever anything wrong, you’ve got one as well.”
“I do?” Hunter held up his wrist, staring at the bracelet. It was the only logical explanation. He twisted it around, searching for any obvious buttons, but saw nothing. Though, now that he was looking more closely at the locking mechanism at the bottom, he was fairly certain, if given enough time, he’d be able to pick it and remove the device…
“Here.” Odin came over and gently took his hand, turning it to the side. “Just press here three times fast,” he indicated the part of the bracelet that rested on the inner part of his wrist, “and an alert will be sent to my phone with your exact location.”
Hunter yanked his arm away. “You’re tracking me.”
Odin sighed. “I can, but it’s not automatically on. Why should it be? You’re only allowed to wander around Club Cherry. If you can’t go anywhere, there’s no reason for me to need to monitor your whereabouts.”
He’d known nothing had changed even after he’d proven his past crush had been real. It wasn’t like he’d expected to somehow fan the flames of Odin’s heart with that confession or anything, but he hated being a prisoner. Hated knowing that even if he was sometimes nice to him, Odin Snow wasn’t a good person.
He was the devil incarnate, and if Hunter wasn’t careful, he’d get trapped in his inferno, forced to burn forever.
The boy he’d known in the past had been calculating, had taken his first life at age fourteen—though Hunter hadn’t been a part of the Brumal then—but he hadn’t been cruel. There were hints of that same person here now, in the emergency buttons and the care with which he spoke about his workers. He’d built the red light district practically from the ground up, taking what had once been a rundown part of the capital and turning it into Ovid’s crown jewel.
There was more foot traffic here than in the gambling district even, the clientele a range of sorts, from nobodies to Royals and government officials. There’d even been rumor that the Emperor of Sanctum had visited once, though there was no proof to back that story up.
Sex work was legal, and Liaand Norra was the most famous spot on the entire planet. Odin owned and operated other red light districts throughout, of course, but he rarely traveled outside of Kiland Soto, content in remaining in Ovid and overlooking the small kingdom that had started it all.
Hunter had avoided any of those other places, assuming he’d also be able to avoid ever running into his first love again by doing so, yet here he was. Smack dab in the middle of it all, locked in one of his playrooms, trying desperately not to notice the way Odin’s outfit fit him.
“This is a trick,” the words whooshed out in an airy tone before he could stop them, bracing himself when Odin lifted a brow in silent question. He forced himself to straighten to his full height in a poor attempt to mask the intimidation he currently felt. “You.” He shook his arm, indicating the bracelet. “This. All of it.”
Odin took a deliberate step closer. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You do.”
He stopped at one of the posters of the bed, propping his shoulder against it, slipping his hands into his front pockets. It had the material of his shirt opening up even more so that Hunter could peer almost all the way inside it to Odin’s navel.
He swallowed the sudden lump forming in his throat, but it was too late. Thoughts about that night in the Room with a View played through his mind.
The soft sounds the man who’d been sucking on Odin’s cock had made before those sounds had turned to coughs and sputtering as the Dominus had impaled him echoed in Hunter’s head.
This Odin Snow wasn’t the boy from their past. He was cruel, and Hunter needed to remember that. Needed to hold onto it before—
“You’re trying so hard,” Odin’s voice cut through his thoughts, and his gaze snapped back up to his. “If I’d known it would be this easy, I would have done this weeks ago.”
“What…” He cleared his throat. “What are you talking about?”
“I said I didn’t come here with the intention to fuck,” Odin straightened and slowly undid the remaining four buttons of his shirt, “but you’re making it so obvious, Huntsman. How can you expect me to resist?”
“I don’t—” Odin dropped his shirt to the ground, and Hunter abruptly stopped talking.
When was the last time he saw Odin shirtless?
It might have been at the pool at Faraway Mansion. He’d been there with Isa and Wren. The other two had been sunbathing off to the side in expensive lounge chairs while Odin had been doing laps.
Hunter had been ordered to check in as soon as he’d arrived for work that day and had stepped out into the bright early morning sun, and his breath had caught in his throat the second he’d spotted Odin’s powerful form cutting through the crystal clear water.
