Page 6 of Whispers In Wonderland

No more. The time has come to go on the offensive, to beat him at his own game.

Together, we form a bold yet meticulous plan. We’re both tacticians who know the value of the long game and a quick strike. Together, we dissect Lucian’s weaknesses, the cracks in his armor we can exploit. I’ll gain his trust, make him believe I wish to partner with him. And once I’m firmly entrenched in his inner circle, the takeover can begin.

My pulse quickens at the thought, but I keep my expression impassive, not betraying the savage satisfaction I feel. This is the language I speak fluently—the language of strategy, of anticipating an opponent’s next move and devising countermeasures. The stakes have never been higher, but the risk only amplifies the intoxicating thrill.

“Lucian won’t know what hit him,” Cillian murmurs, his voice smooth like velvet dipped in danger. The tone sends a shiver down my spine—not of fear, but of anticipation.

I lean forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped together, and let out a slow breath, considering the intricate web we’ve woven. The Clenerno crime syndicate is no trifling opponent; they’re as venomous as they are cunning. To infiltrate them is to dance with the devil, each step measured, each move potentially fatal.

“Risky,” I say, the word rolling off my tongue like the beginning of an incantation, the power it holds not lost on either of us. “But if it means securing what’s mine…” My voice trails off, unspoken vows hanging heavy between us.

Cillian nods, a silent understanding passing through his gaze. He knows all too well the price of power, the sacrifices one must be willing to make, the lines that sometimes blur in the quest for victory. His hand—strong, assured—reaches across the space between us, bridging the gap between conspirator and comrade.

“Then we’re agreed,” he concludes, the weight of our handshake sealing our pact. It’s more than a simple gesture; it’s an exchange of trust, a mutual acknowledgment of the journey we’re about to embark upon.

And so, with the shadows of Club Wonderland awaiting to shroud our next moves, I rise from my seat—a decision made, a challenge accepted. The game is afoot, and I’m ready to play.

CHAPTER FOUR

JORDAN

The flickering flames cast a warm glow over our secluded alcove of this magical rainforest paradise. As I sit close to Sasha and Zuzu, the warmth from the fire envelops us, but my thoughts anticipate the heat that will be created between our bodies. The soft crackle of the firewood is like a whispered backdrop to our intimate trio, and the scent of burning cedar mingles with the heady aroma of rich earth and lust that permeates Club Wonderland. The owners certainly went all out to ensure the atmosphere was exotic and playful.

“Your costumes are gorgeous,” I say. “So clever.”

Sasha smiles and runs her fingertips over the fur on Zuzu’s thigh. “Makes me want to find a nice, sturdy branch to swing from.”

Zuzu chuckles, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. “And would you climb up first, or shall I?” The playful edge in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

The gentle teasing echoes through me, awakening a curious desire to join their playful adventure. My gaze lingers on the soft fur beneath Sasha’s fingers as she strokes his thigh lazily.

“Swinging from the branches, hm?” I say, my voice low and smooth as honey. “Sounds exotic. The last thing I was dangled from was a suspension rack.”

Their laughter is like music, rich and inviting. Three souls flirt with the edge of temptation, and I wonder if our desires are shared.

“Does the jungle fever have you in its grip, Jordan?” Zuzu teases, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Perhaps it does,” I admit, my gaze drawn to the gentle absent way his thumb caresses her silky thigh. “Though I find myself more captivated by the creatures of the jungle than its wilds.”

“Is that so?” the flickering light casts shadows across Zuzu’s features. The lemur tail attached to his costume sways slightly as he moves. “Careful, or you might find yourself entwined in our little game here.”

Time to see where he positions himself in this dance.

My eyebrows lift as I chuckle, balancing playful with an undercurrent of authority.

“Oh, I think you should be careful. I like to change the rules. So tell me, does that tail come with special abilities? Like balancing on the tightrope of desire or patience?”

Sasha giggles, her eyes bright with excitement. “Only one way to find out. Right, Zuzu?”

“Indeed,” he replies, his gaze locking with mine. “But remember, Kitten, sometimes breaking rules is part of the fun.”

“Perhaps you require stronger enforcement?” I smirk, anticipation fluttering in my gut. “I enjoy holding the reins, but my Demon is an expert.”

“Your Demon?” Sasha purrs, curiosity lighting up her expressive eyes behind gold contacts.

“Demon’s my Dominant. He’s… commanding, but always in tune with my needs.” The words spill from me with a reverence that underscores every syllable. “He’ll be joining us shortly.”

“Will he now?” Zuzu’s voice carries a hint of intrigue. “Have you been tasked with finding some playmates for you both?”

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