Page 56 of The Blood Widow

“Geez, Novem.” Her shoulders unwound as she motioned for her guards to do the same. “You scared me half to death, woman.”

I couldn’t help but grin.

She shrugged and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Considering you do that shit every time, I don’t believe you’re really sorry. But you’ve saved me on more than one occasion, so you deserve to get my heart going like that.”

I gave her a wicked look. “I’m honored. Besides, you’re always safe with me.” We both knew that was a lie. If she stepped out of line, I would kill her. Right now, she only worked with willing escorts and sold drugs. Those things I could live with, but even they had limits to what I would allow.

She knew them. Simple really. No involving children and no forcing people.

She continued walking with a follow-me gesture. “So, what do you want tonight? I got a good submissive couple?—”

“No. I need the strongest supernatural you have here tonight willing to dominate a strong female.”

She stopped again. Right in front of an oral train. The moans were louder over here, but the shock on the owner’s face was even louder.

Her wide eyes scanned my body. “Well, that’s new. I’ll get on it, but I can’t assure you he’ll be strong enough.”

I kept my eyes on all the naked flesh surrounding us as I nodded. “Then bring more than one.”

Her grin turned primal. “So, you want a party?” Her long fingernails trailed down my arm.

I sighed. “Just men tonight.”

She sighed as her eyes locked onto my breasts. “That’s a shame, I’ve been dying to get a taste of you.”

I started walking this time. “I’m flattered, but it isn’t what I need tonight.” She shrugged and ordered one of her guards to escort me to my room. I followed him to the back where the VIP entrance was located.

How easily, I could slit his throat and drink?—

No! Once again, I pushed the dark thoughts out of my mind. That wouldn’t help me right now.

Squaring my shoulders, I mentally prepared my mind to be dominated. My demon side already didn’t like it, letting my energy vibrate along my skin in warning to anyone who dared to try. I’d never really dabbled in BDSM as a submissive. I needed the control or at least the illusion of it. The closest I ever got was with Cole, and I couldn’t ask him to help me.

But today, I needed someone to be strong enough to put my dark side in its place before I did something stupid and went on a killing spree. Everyone I’d kill would deserve their deaths, but still. I stayed away from Underground life as much as I could. No one came after me because I was quiet and smart. Running around bathing in the blood of criminals wasn’t either. It would only bring trouble, even if it sounded amazing.

The scent of booze and sex was heavier over here.

My eyes drifted around the room while I waited. Sally’s Mischief Palace was the biggest sex club around. She offered anything and almost everything to customers.

A group hung from the ceiling, some were being feasted upon by vamps, and others played out their fantasies. If they wanted to have sex with their boss, for example, this place made it happen. Sometimes with the actual people, but most of the time a look-alike rocked their world.

“This way,” the guard said, gesturing through a door that led downstairs. I had been down there more than him, but I let him guide me. I wanted to see if I could give control to someone else.

After going down two flights of stairs, he opened the door to the VIP floor. Only the best clients get to use this space. Just fork over a buttload of money and you get your own room. Or save her life like I did.

She made the wrong enemy and almost drowned with a cement weight chained to her feet. I happened to be walking by and witnessed the men throwing her into the water. Every time I came here, it was worth ruining my phone and gun with water damage that night. My own fault for not taking them off, but I was too focused on saving the woman from drowning.

The carpet was white and so plush that I was tempted to roll around on it. The walls were a soft gray that gave me a sense of peace. The red doors told everyone to stop if it wasn’t your room, and the lighting was dim to give the patrons the sense of anonymity. The songIs This Realby Lisa Hall played as I walked through the door, making my hips sway as the sexual vixen inside of me took over my body.

The guard wouldn’t take his eyes off me, which made my hips sway even more. My curves weren’t as big, but were just as enticing in my original form, so my confidence was sky high.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Your room is right here.” He opened the red door to my room for me and stepped inside to check that it was clear.

The large plush bed had black sheets that caressed my body better than any man could. Black transparent cloth on the bedrailings gave it a gothic princess vibe that appealed to me. This room gave me confidence like a best friend would. My body practically turned into a noodle in reaction. The soft, red walls had every sex toy imaginable: butt plugs, whips, tons of different bondage, and much more. This was my safe place.

Before he left, he turned around. “I could help you with your desires, sweetness.” His tone had become deep and seductive, but I didn’t know if he was dominant enough to handle me.

I opened my mouth to respectfully decline when the speakers on the wall clicked on.

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