Page 61 of Whispers in the Dark

“Give it to me Karma,” he barked. “Give me what’s mine.”

I stared directly into his gorgeous face, allowing the anger and upset I’d hung on to all day evaporate. Instead, I surrendered myself to my feelings for him and surrendered my body to him completely. The force of my climax made meshudder from head to toe. I rode one wave and was climbing the next when he stiffened.

Hot jets of his release coated my channel and I smiled in victory before sagging against him. His movements slowed, then stopped as he held me close. Our breaths matched one another as we each tried to settle. Hearing my name, I opened my eyes with the realization that I had indeed briefly fainted. It was then I felt cool leather against my back. He had carried me to the couch, positioning me on his lap for support until I was back awake.

We sat like that for a bit longer, but I could already feel Adrian distancing himself from me. I knew what was coming. Before long, he moved me to the large bed where he tended to me, rubbing cream into my skin, cleaning between my legs, and tucking me under the covers.

Sleep was pulling hard, but even in my haze, something felt different. He wasn’t going to go straight home. It felt like there was unfinished business.

I felt this weight lift from the edge of the bed and heard him in the private bathroom, not at all surprised when there was noise from the shower. Drifting in and out of sleep, I merely stayed still until he left the room, closing the door with a soft snick of the lock.

Slowly sitting upright, I breathed deep, taking in oxygen so my head would clear. I didn’t have much time if I wanted to follow Adrian.

Dressing quickly, I ran a brush through my hair to get rid of the knots, then grabbed my shoes. I’d leave them off for now wanting to be as quiet as I could. I wasn’t entirely sure how I could be sneaky in a club that had eyes everywhere, but I would figure it out.

Taking the long hallway toward the bar, I slowed down when I spotted the first bartender. At the opposite end of the bar, Isaw Adrian making a beeline for the woman in blue, and he was furious.

42.Adrian

Ileft the room, then stood outside the closed door for several seconds to calm myself down. When Brynn told me that another submissive had tried to come between us, and how, it made me see red. I had all I could do to fuck her, and not run out of the room to strangle the bitch responsible.

I knew there were submissives who spoke amongst each other. Hell, they even had secret codes and fucking emojis, but I had never heard of another purposely selling falsehoods to hurt another. Like the brotherhood that the Dominants at Lotus, and on Olympus shared, the submissives had a sisterhood between them. The only time the rules tended to be broken were when...

A flash of blue caught my eye, and they narrowed as I focused in on Melissa, who was the infamous pain slut of the group. She’d chosen her name because she was a masochist through and through. Like most of the submissives I’d scened with over the years, she got off on the pain, and I suspected it was not limited to that of the physical variety only.

Brynn had been hurt thinking I had been with the other woman for something as simple as a blow job. Last night was very clear to me, and I had told her in no uncertain terms that I hadn’t been interested. The obvious blow to her ego must havemade her brain short-circuit because she had broken at least two different server rules.

I stayed where I was and watched as she smiled and laughed with one of the newer Dominants. They did not appear to be in a scene together, and that was confirmed when he was given his drink and he stood up.

My hands were balled into fists, but I waited until the man left the area, then I looked straight at her. Maybe she’d sensed my stare or it was something else because she turned and the smile on her face quickly disappeared when our eyes met.

We stood there staring one another down until I pushed off of the door and strode over to her. She tried to dart away, but I was able to grab her arm and yank her toward me. She stumbled and would’ve certainly fallen had she not landed against my hard chest. I kept the one arm pinned behind her, then used my other to grab her by the throat.

“You really like using your mouth,” I pointed out.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to get partially out before my grip on her windpipe tightened.

I heard my name, but I ignored who I assumed was Stavros, and focused on this lying, deceitful submissive instead. “When you’re not wrapping those venomous lips around any dick in this goddamned place, you’re busy yapping away with your fucking lies.”

“I can ex-”

“Explain? Save your fucking breath for someone who gives a damn.”

The Dominant from earlier, as well as Stavros, both approached me, and I felt their hands on my arms.

“Erebus,” Stavros said to me. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but you’re causing a scene.”

“I’ve got this under control,” I said to him, before shrugging the light grasp of the other man. “Tell the gentlemen that we’re taking care of unfinished business here.”

“It’s okay,” she hurriedly said, and I saw their shadows disappear as they retreated back to what I assumed was the bar.

“You know good and damn well that you never sucked my dick last night,” I told her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tried to lie, but I wasn’t having any of it. Spinning her around, I then pinned her against the wall. “You’re going to tell Karma that it was a lie, then you’ll delete your account and never darken the steps of this club again.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said, and the fear and bewilderment was evident in her wicked gaze.

“I am serious. You will do what I told you to do-”

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