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Brix sighs, but smiles and nods before he replies, “You deserve to have whatever you heart desires,” then kisses my forehead, solidifying that we are doing this.

Chapter 24

Evie

Brix opens the passenger door, gently grabs my hands, and helps me out of the car. I grip his hands, holding on for dear life, relying on him to lead me safely to whatever secret place he is taking me.

The red silk scarf covering my eyes allows me to still see the light flickering above us, bright, dark, bright, dark. I’m assuming from a neon sign.

My heart quickens as he pulls my hands to walk, stumbling slightly when my legs begin to shake again, courtesy of the largest butt plug currently residing in my ass.

Babies, babies, babies, I chant in my head as my nerves mix with the pleasure between my legs.

“Follow the sound of my voice and keep ahold of my hand.” He says as I hear the sound of keys jingling and a door open.

The smell of musk, amber, and exotic florals with hints of citrus invades my nose, making my core clench. It’s a scent that is alluring, mouthwatering, and absolutely intoxicating.

I hear the thump of music and bass. Not loud enough to make out the song, but I can tell it’s really loud wherever it’s coming from.

“Ready to have some fun?” He asks as he removes the silk from my eyes.

I blink several times, trying to let my eyes adjust. As my vision clears, I realize the only light illuminating the stairway I'm standing at the top of comes from a red neon sign. It features the silhouette of a person, perfectly capturing the curve of a bare ass, with the words “Go All The Way Down” in bold lettering.

“Are we at the club?” I ask, realizing where we have to be, going off of the descriptions Brix has bragged about relentlessly.

“Welcome to Afterlife, the most exotic, erotic, and exclusive sex club in Florida. Come and make your choice.” He is bubbling with excitement, taking my hand as we descend the cement stairs.

There is a dense fog at the bottom of the stairs with two tables next to one another that look like complete opposites. The neon sign above the tables reads; The Afterlife Choose Wisely. Thewords shine bright in red, except the word afterlife, that part of the sign is bright white.

The table to my left is covered in red and black satin with pretty masks to match, with little devilish inspired decorative accents. I look over at the hallway to my left. A bright red neon sign with a devil holding an arrow with the word Sinners on it blinks wildly, making the devil look like he is dancing.

I look at Brix smirking, already knowing which way we will go, but I indulge him in his little game and move on to the table to our right which is a stark contrast.

Light blue and white satin dons the table. Once again, matching masks with white feathers, and this time, angelic inspired decorations accent the table. The neon sign down its designated hallway is bright white with an angel wearing a halo, holding a bow and arrow with the word Saints on it. It blinks making it look like the angel is shooting the arrow.

“Well, my little witch, which way are we going to go tonight?” Brix’s eyes search mine.

I don’t give anything away, looking back and forth down both halls before I smirk and move back towards the red and black dark hallway, glowing red.

“I’m feeling absolutely sinful right now.” I say as I move closer to Brix.

He pulls the mask, from my box this morning, out from behind his back, moving behind me as he places the beautiful work of art over my eyes. He ties the red satin ribbons at the back of my head, careful not to pull my hair.

I feel my core clench when I feel Brixon’s fingers lightly brush my neck before he leaves a soft kiss on my shoulder. I’m a little stunned when I turn to look at him and see he is wearing a mat black mask that covers one side of his face completely.

Brixon takes my hand, leading me down the dimly lit hallway that curves around to large double black doors with a sign above it that says Afterlife in gothic red lettering with flames, as its backdrop.

He drops my hand and moves in front of me, opening the large doors, letting out the loud base of the music playing, then stands back to get a good look at the place himself. I know this is the first time he is seeing it finished.

I step beside him and take his hand as my nerves start to flare. Peering into the club, I can’t help but gawk in awe. The entire large space is themed around hell, with a black balcony wrapping around the upper level of the entire room, casting a dramatic shadow over the lively fiery scene below.

Red and black covers every inch of the space, while torches line the black, brick walls lit with what looks like real flames. The few booths close to the bar are covered in the same black leather with red stitching of my lingerie.

The bar itself is done in a glossy black stained wood, decorated with a red river down the center. It’s a beautiful work of art.

There is a glossy black stage with human sized black iron cages hung high from the ceiling on each side with a black metal pole dead center stage. Blood red satin curtains are draped on both sides, giving it a bit of a dungeon meets burlesque feel.

The room goes silent as the song ends.

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