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My ring finger.

On my left hand.

Chapter 31 – Sloane

Eighteen Hours Before

I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink, the steam from the hot water fogging the glass slightly, but my radiant energy shone through; never had I looked so alive. Sure, I was a master with my makeup, and I truly believed the power of positive thinking could turn any situation into a positive one. But the glow in my eyes was from something else tonight.

It was something real. Something physical I could touch and hold on to. It was mine.

Tamen was mine.

Since meeting him, I felt invigorated, thriving as I hadn’t in a long time. Sure, most of the thriving existed out of spite and scheming to get back at him for something, but that was the fun of it.

I was having fun with life.

It didn’t feel like I was living simply to exist anymore. I was prospering.

In ways I didn’t know existed for girls like me. Which led me to the bathroom in a loud club on the Vegas strip. My belly was full of the most delicious food I’d ever tried before, most of it had been hand fed to me by Tamen from his spot next to me in the booth tucked in a corner of the romantic fancy restaurant. It wasn’t exactly how things were normally done in polite society, but we didn’t care.

We could have fucked on the table, but refrained.

Barely.

The plug I was wearing was making me crazy the longer I wore it, without any real stimulation to any other place in my body. I smiled to myself as I remembered the look on Tamen’s face when I tossed him the furry tail plug, asking him to put it in for me.

The accessory made for a great photo op when I posted to my cam site years ago, but I never actually wore it for pleasure. But the pleasure I got from watching Tamen trying to figure out how to tell me no was worth it all.

He didn’t want me to be embarrassed by rude people in public who would criticize my decision to be so bold. So, he told me no, but was okay with the other one that didn’t have the long pastel tail attached.

But it wasn’t without its own tricks, and Tamen was about to find out exactly just how bold I loved to be in public. Luckily, we were in a place far more accepting of our particular flavor of bold.

Still, I was about to have fun with him.

I freshened up my lip stain, leaned over the counter when a girl came out of the stall behind me, and I watched her step falter for half of a second when she looked at my ass before a bright smile crossed her face. Joining me at the counter, she nodded to me with a smirk, “I like your style.”

“Thanks.” I winked, tucking my cosmetics back into my clutch and heading back out into the dark club where Tamen waited for me.

He leaned against the wall, with his ankles crossed and one hand in his pants pocket, looking like a GQ model. His usual suit and tie were absent, replaced by sand-colored slacks and a white cotton shirt, yet his dark and dangerous aura remained, despite his relaxed appearance. He looked up when he sensed me getting close, and the dark cut of his eyebrows over his bright eyes gave him that demonic gaze that bloomed fear and excitement in my belly every time I found myself in his presence.

The whites of our clothing matched, but my rainbow hair and his dark and dangerous vibes contrasted with each other perfectly.

We were worse than oil and water.

We were light and dark.

Night and day.

Good and bad.

Yet we were both imperfectly perfect together.

“Let’s go dance.” I called out over the loud music, nodding to the crowded dance floor in front of the stage where the DJ was putting on a wild show.

He glanced out at the chaos and rolled his eyes, leaning up off the wall. “One dance. And then we leave.”

“Two dances.” I countered, leaning in to kiss his neck as he bent down so I could get to his ear. “And then a blowjob in the bathroom. Maybe a few drinks after that.”

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