Page 16 of Seducer

The thought stuck in my mind. I was never wrong. Never.

Very few women had ever challenged me. The thought was something I processed even as my rage continued to increase. There was an aura about her that exuded danger and resolve, a fascinating combination.

I immediately craved what I shouldn’t have. I said shouldn’t only because I wasn’t a good man for someone who couldn’t understand or embrace my needs. That was difficult to find. Plus, the girl was much younger, enough so I was worried I’d destroy her sense of well-being.

Since when had I grown a conscience?

A laugh still on my lips, I shoved my cell phone into my jacket, doing my best to keep anger from shoving my desire into a dungeon.

The call I’d been required to take had made me furious. I hadn’t wanted any interruptions. That didn’t bode well while I was hunting. People died when they interfered with my needs. While it wasn’t unusual to expect contact from our foreign markets given the timeline difference, what the client from Tokyo had offered left me enraged.

His business had received a direct threat not to continue business engagements with the Blackwell Group.

I stormed back into the club, my anger already reaching an entirely different pinnacle because of the earlier threat I’d received. Enemies in our line of work were to be expected, but both my brothers and I were growing weary of the constant threats.

While I’d calmed the intense man down, assuring him there would be no delay in shipping or in the latest production schedule, he’d been only mildly convinced.

I’d need to deal with this further in the morning.

But not now.

As soon as I was in close proximity to the table, I noticed we’d found ourselves with a new waitress. This one was dressed as an adorable kitty cat, complete with ears and whiskers. With no dancers on the floor, the lights had been boosted a couple of notches, which allowed me to catch sight of her long blonde hair fashioned in a ponytail.

The closer I moved to the table, the more familiar she became. After placing the fresh drinks on our table, she lifted her gaze to mine. The instant flash of electricity hit me right in the gut. There was no mistaking the fact the woman standing in front of me was the Wild One.

“Hey, my man,” Jacob called. “We have fresh blood. Meet Wild Kitty.” He pointed to the girl and even out of the corner of my eye, I could tell he was undressing her with his eyes. Not that doing so would take but so much time.

The tiny leather skirt barely topped her thighs, the leopard print top housing a delicious diamond-shaped hole in the center, one of the points starting between her breasts. All three men were ogling her.

Wild Kitty didn’t seem fazed in the least, still staring at me with large, unblinking eyes. When I was within a few inches, another lightning bolt hit me, this time right between the eyes.

The Wild One was currently our Wild Kitty. She’d gone from dancer to waitress. The shift in names meant for anonymity wasn’t particularly inventive, but her look was completely different. Her hair no longer glowed in the dark in a vibrant pink hue, the rich blonde suiting her. It was apparent my buddies had no clue. Good for them. That meant I didn’t need to kick their asses tonight.

“As requested, gentlemen,” Wild Kitty purred. I was certain the three guys were going to fall on the floor from hearing her husky voice. “Enjoy your time at Wild Seduction night. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here to please.”

“Ooh-la-la,” Brant mused.

Why did a fleeting moment of jealousy almost have me wrapping my fingers around the man’s throat?

I was impressed she’d kept her gaze locked on my face. When a slight, almost knowing smile curled across her voluptuous lips, another hit of my raging libido kicked in.

“Keep them coming,” Jacob called before she left the table.

“Not for me, but thank you. Two drink maximum,” I threw in, waiting to see the girl’s response. “I am a responsible businessman,” I added for the hell of it.

The others coughed and laughed, acting as if they were going to choke on their own saliva. I nodded to Wild Kitty, enjoying the flash in her eyes. As she walked away, I continued to wallow in the possessive nature that had caught me off guard.

“Now, about the Obsidian Society and my question,” Brant interjected, once again dragging my attention away from the lovely young woman. “I honest to God think the club would be a great place.”

Jacob caught my expression first, warning me with his eyes not to create a scene. He knew when I was closest to losing control. He’d commiserated with me after an incident almost eighteen months ago when I’d come close to losing my mind to the nightmares.

Jacob wasn’t just a friend. He’d become a psychiatrist. Although I’d never been to his office nor was I listed in his client files, he’d managed to talk me off the rails more than once.

Even after I’d put a hole in his wall with my fist.

“There is no such thing,” I said casually. Jacob knew of the society’s existence, a subject I’d told him early on was off limits. “Other than chatter on the dark web. You know how stories are morphed into gospel.”

“Bullshit,” Brant pushed. “I read the article like everyone else did in town. You hunt women for fun in the middle of the woods, funhouses, and abandoned warehouses, which mirrors all thekinky shit you do in your top-selling virtual reality games. Why deny it? Sounds hot.”

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