Page 99 of The Delta's Rogue
The bouncer who let us in approaches our group, staring right at me. “Nuncio will meet with you soon. He asked that you make yourselves comfortable. Find a booth, order some drinks. Anything you like. It’s all on the house tonight.”
“That is generous of him.” I nod my head in thanks.
“I’ll return when he’s ready to meet with you.” He turns on his heel and heads back up the stairs to theentrance.
I glare at his back. It’s the only thing I can do, the only outlet for my displeasure and distaste.
“Shall we find a place to sit?” Nolan’s arm wraps tighter around Cassandra’s waist.
“Yes. And we should order drinks.” I tear my eyes away from the dark stairwell.“But don’t drink them,”I add in a mindlink.“Just to be safe.”
We weave through the tables towards a booth in the corner.
I make a conscious effort to make eye contact with the other “Doms” in the room, shooting them a cocky grin or a knowing nod of approval. I pretend I’m like them, that I’m here to exploit the terrified, scarred females scattered throughout the club. In reality, the cruelty in my eyes and my aura is fueled by picturing how I’d torture each of them individually. I’m creating a list in my mind for later, with a face next to each bullet point.
Liquid silver poured down his throat.
Wolfsbane and silver mixed together and injected into that one’s eyeballs.
A silver collar with wolfsbane-coated spikes wrapped around his neck and the base of his dick.
Punishments to fit their crimes. Torture so awful, they’ll be begging me to kill them.
But I’ll drag it out.
I’ll show them how it feels to have their free will taken, to be treated as an object or property. I’ll torture them until they, too, have given up all hope of their pain ending or of someone saving them. Then I’ll torture them some more, just like they’ve done to these girls.
We reach the booth. I step to the side so Dominic can slide in before me, and Nolan and Cassandra stand near the opposite end of the curved seat, a silent argument passing between them. Her head is lowered, eyes on the floor, but his are slightly vacant as he mindlinks her. His brow furrows more, and his eyes flash with displeasure and disgust.
He looks at me, pleading for help.
“Tell her where to sit,”I coach him.“You don’t have to be mean to her about it, but you need to make it clear that you are in charge and she is your sub.”I remove my suit jacket as I continue to mindlink him.“Just say ‘sit on my lap’ or ‘kneel on the floor until I summon you’.”
His shoulders tense, and his grip on her tightens as he growls at me and narrows his eyes.“I’m not making my mate kneel on the floor of this Goddess-awful place.”
“She’d do it if you told her to. She’d do it to keep up the ruse.”
“I know.”His hardened expression softens as he switches his focus to Cassandra.
He gives her hip a subtle, comforting squeeze before taking a deep breath and ripping himself from her side to sit on the bench seat of the booth. “Sit here,” he orders her, patting his thigh, as he slings his other arm over the back of the seat. “I want to play with you.”
Cassandra slides into the booth, gaze now locked on Nolan’s instead of staring at the floor to avoid eye contact with anyone. She lowers herself to his lap, perching on his knee.
He shakes his head. “No. Straddle my thigh and face me. I want to watch your reactions.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites her lower lip as she stares at him over her shoulder.
“Daisy.” His tone is low and sharp, leaving no room for her to hesitate or argue with him. “Now.”
She nods, her blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest and neck, and she rises and spins, climbing onto his thigh with her knees on either side of it.
He grabs her and yanks her in close, relaxing into a reclined position as his hand slides down her spine and lower back until it rests on the back of her thigh. His fingers wander lazily over her skin, then lift the hem of her already short dress higher on her legs until it barely covers her ass.
I finally tear my eyes away from them. They’re playing their part as Dom and sub, as exhibitionists, but as their friend and out of gratitude for the favor they’re doing for me, I owe them that small amount of privacy.
I also have to grit my teeth to keep from howling with laughter. For someone so insistent that he can’t be a Dom and that he’d be the reason our cover is blown, Nolan fits into the role way too easily.
Not a Dom, my ass.
