Page 82 of Dark Witch: Twin Destinies

Marina shook her head. "Why am I not surprised? Brundar looks the part of a dominant. But how does he find the time to run a club? I thought he was a full-time Guardian like you."

Peter shrugged, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "It's more of a passion project for him. He doesn't do it for money. He does it because he enjoys it. Brundar wanted to create the perfect atmosphere to cater to his particular preferences."

Marina pursed her lips. "It sounds lovely to make money from something that provides him joy and satisfaction, but I know what it takes to run a hospitality business, and a kink club is no different. Come to think of it, it's probably more complicated and involved than running a regular club."

"He has a partner," Peter said. "So, it's not like he needs to be there every night. His mate used to work with him at night, but then Callie opened a restaurant in the village and got too busy. I bet Brundar doesn't frequent the club as often now that she can't join him."

Marina's eyebrows shot up. "Callie? I know her, and she doesn't seem like the submissive type at all."

Peter laughed, pulling her close and nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear. "Looks can be deceiving, love," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "Who would guess that beneath the rebel with blue hair and piercings lies a woman who craves the thrill of submission and the rush of surrendering control?"

"True," she admitted. "But I've never been to a club like that." She lifted a pair of blue eyes to him. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious." She sounded breathless.

Peter wondered how Marina knew about the existence of such clubs. She hadn't had access to the internet in Igor's compound, and in Safe Haven, her access was limited.

"How do you know about kink clubs?"

Marina smiled conspiratorially. "We had books in the compound. We could order whatever we pleased, but books were not a high priority since we had a tiny allowance for personal expenses. Still, we shared what we got, and some of the romance novels were pretty kinky. How do you think I learned about all that?"

"I thought it was because of the Kra-ell."

She laughed. "They are brutal but not kinky."

Her comment reminded him of his experience with Kagra, and he had to agree.

"I can take you there," he said. "If you want to go, that is. Reading about it and experiencing it in person is not the same."

She grinned. "Does taking me to a kink club also fall under the definition of Guardian supervision?"

"Even more so." He lowered his hand to cup her bottom. "You won't be able to give me the slip when you are all tied up."

Marina shivered in his arms, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips. "I'm a little scared, but that only arouses me more." She lifted her gaze to him. "But if Brundar keeps his club a secret, will he be okay with us showing up there?" Then, her brow furrowed. "Have you ever been to his club?"

Peter shook his head in amusement. "I love it when you get jealous over me. I've never been to Brundar's club. It will be the first time for both of us." When she still looked unsure, he added, "Trust me, love. No one at Brundar's club is immortal or knows about our existence. As far as they're concerned, Brundar and Callie are just a beautiful couple, and they will think the same about us." He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "We don't have to do anything publicly if you are uncomfortable with it. We can just rent a private room."

Marina's eyes darkened with desire as she melted against him. "Let's take it one step at a time. Private room first, and then we shall see."

"No problem. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, but I'll do anything you feel like doing." He gave her bottom a hard squeeze. "You know that it's all about you, right?"

She nodded. "With you, it is. Not everyone is like that."

Peter felt his fangs elongate. "Those types don't deserve to scene with anyone."

"I agree."

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MARINA

Marina's heart raced as she gazed up at Peter, her eyes locked with his in a moment of perfect clarity and connection. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as she lost herself in the depths of his hungry stare.

"Are you tired?" She reached up with her fingers to caress his cheek, marveling at his skin's smooth, cool texture beneath her touch.

"I'm never too tired to play." Smiling, Peter leaned into her hand, his eyes fluttering closed briefly.

"I love you," Marina whispered. "I'm humming with excitement and nervous energy, and I need to do something about it, but if you need a few hours of sleep to recharge, I'll wait."

He lifted his head. "As I said, I'm never too tired to play, and I'm open to suggestions."

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