Page 94 of Dark Souls

I scoffed. “I don’t want your man. In fact, I don’t even know why you want him. He’s a complete slimeball, Sammi. You can do better.”

“I don’t need your judgment, thank you very much. You know what? You’re on your own tonight. I much preferred your sister.” She stormed away.

“I’ll let her know she has a fan,” I called out with a shake of my head.

I felt a little bad for the girl but that had been so worth it. I’d found out that Heath was being controlled by The Devil somehow. Luka apparently teamed up with him to kill the entire Knowlton coven who had founded this club. Why? I rubbed my forehead once more as my head throbbed. A killer headache was on its way and I groaned, making my way back to the bar as that seemed to be the best place to meet people. I’d been feeling off all day, come to think of it, but things were really ramping up. I fanned my face, feeling unbearably hot again as the throbbing in my temple continued.

“Hey gorgeous.” A vampire brushed up against me and sent my skin ablaze where he’d touched me. I stepped back unsteadily in my killer heels. An ache started throbbing between my legs and I let out a groan as I leaned on the bar. What the fuck was happening? “You want to go upstairs?” He grabbed my hand and attempted to lead me towards the stairs, but I yanked myself out of his grip. Suddenly, red hair, fiery eyes and tattooed skin blocked my path.

“Keep fucking walking,” he hissed at the man, who raised his hands innocently and started up the stairs alone. Luka glared down at me, grabbing my arm and tugging me through the crowd towards the chair he had been watching from all night. He sat down and I peered over my shoulder at the room, realising we had a small crowd watching us with interest.

“Sit,” he growled with so much raw aggression, I turned back to him with shock.

“What?”

“Sit down on my lap. Right fucking now before I lose my head,” he hissed in a low tone that I could barely hear under the erotic music blaring around the mansion.

“But you said—”

“Just do it.” His crimson eyes challenged me to defy him and even though I wanted to argue that this went against everything he said we could do in public, the need to be close to him, to touch him was so strong that I stepped up to the raised platform his chair was on. I turned and perched on his lap carefully, watching as curious expressions morphed on people’s faces. Luka’s hands gripped my hips and slid my back further to cover his crotch. His hard erection beneath me caused a soft moan to leave my lips as my hands tightened on the chair arms. My clit was tingling and I had to fight the urge not to shift myself and grind against him like a dog in heat. I was so fucking horny it was insane. And this was not helping.

“You are fucking killing me, Spitfire. I can’t take watching these men drooling over you anymore. I just needed you near me. Until I calm the fuck down,” he husked behind me. His hands were squeezing my hips with so much strength I’d probably bruise. One of my hands attempted to touch his thigh as I fought back a moan. “Don’t touch me. I need them all to think you are just some random member I’ve chosen as my victim for the night. And I never let them touch me. Don’t look comfortable in my presence either. Keep your back stiff and your eyes forward.”

Jealousy and rage erupted. “Do you do this often? With female members?”

“Not often. And definitely not anymore,” he answered. “Don’t be jealous, love. I’ll never touch another woman again.”

I swallowed my desire as I kept my eyes glued on the crowds of people around the room. Most of them had gone back to their own conversations and were paying us no attention now.

“Have you heard anything of interest?” he whispered. He moved my fake black hair over one shoulder slowly, his knuckles ghosting over the base of my neck and I shuddered, my eyes closing briefly from the sensation. Nails caressed down my spine to the dip in my ass and back up, making my body temperature spike once again.

“Did you kill the founders of this club? The Knowlton family?” I turned to look over my shoulder at him as he ran his fingers up and down my spine, watching the movement with fascination. His dark gaze met mine.

“Every one of them.”

“But why? Had they done something horrific to you?”

“Getting closer, love,” he husked, his voice a deep gravel as a palm stroked around my waist. “Eyes forward.” He demanded as I moved my head back. My tits rose and fell as my breathing became less controlled when he kept up his sensual caresses, circling my exposed skin with his fingertips. I never thought this man was capable of so much tenderness, but each touch was sending erotic signals between my legs. The need was growing to a painful ache and I squirmed in his lap. “The scent you are giving off right now is driving me crazy. I bet you’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? You’ve tortured me enough tonight. Let me touch you.”

I moaned, my hips rocking slightly, searching for any friction, but it wasn’t enough. I felt dazed. The lust was clouding my judgment, and I was pretty sure I’d fuck him in front of all these people if I didn’t get a release soon. What the hell was wrong with me? Was there something in the air? Why did I feel so out of control?

“Shut the fuck up, Red, and just do something about it.”

“Turn around,” he growled in my ear and I did so without thinking. Straddling his hips, I placed my hand on the back of the chair as his hand disappeared under my dress and I felt his fingers brush against my hard clit over my underwear. I jolted, feeling so on edge already as his other hand gripped my hip mercilessly. “Don’t move. Are you going to be a good girl and keep quiet?”

Oh, holy fuck.

I nodded, biting my lower lip to avoid the whimper that threatened to leave me when his fingers worked their way past my thong and into my pussy. His thumb pressed against my clit as his fingers settled into a discreet, rhythmic motion. My nostrils sucked in as much air as possible to try to keep my moans at bay, but the scent of his dark allure only drove me wilder. His body turned rigid beneath me and his fingers paused as he stared at something over my shoulder, his expression turning vicious.

“What is it?”

“Whatever you do, don’t turn around,” he growled, low and angry. He circled my clit, which had all thoughts jumble in my mind as I became a prisoner to my pleasure.

“Dealer,” a deep voice interrupted from behind me and I froze, my eyes widening in panic. I attempted to shift off Luka’s lap, but his fierce grip on my hip kept me in position as his fingers subtly continued to pump inside me and his thumb flicked my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I closed my eyes.

“Weasel,” Luka addressed the man with so much ice in his tone, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure he was causing me. Heat rolled over me in waves as my hands tightened their hold on the chair.Ohgodohgodohgod. The orgasm was imminent, and I buried my head into his shoulder as it drew closer.

“And who do we have here? Another one of your whores?” the man asked, clearly referring to me.