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shouldn't."
Tori blinked at him, then looked out the window. Rage
blossomed in her chest. She wanted him now, but she would
not go after him. She wouldn't lower herself to chasing him
like the other women always did. No, she wasn't his
plaything. And she never would be.
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Chapter Seven
The limo slowed in front of a large warehouse along the
bay, with a three-part yin-yang type symbol painted on old
brick. The only windows were high and painted black, giving
the illusion that it was dark inside, but they were there. Even
Tori could feel their power reaching for her in the darkness.
Michael stepped out and offered her a hand. "Leave your
phone and keys here. They will be safe."
She nodded, took his hand as she stood, and then walked
beside him toward the door. It opened automatically. She
glanced up, along the edge of the building, then around them.
No video cameras. Michael squeezed her hand and she
nodded. Time to turn off the internal detective.
They stepped into a narrow corridor and followed it until
they reached a staircase. They descended into darkness so
thick that she took a deep breath to combat the feeling of
suffocation. At the bottom, another door opened and let out a
flood of heavy metal sounds.
The warehouse club buzzed with black and leather. Michael
led her through the crowd of dancers. Each glanced at him,
first with attitude, then nodded or gave him a small bow and
moved to let them through. If she hadn't already seen the
weight his name carried on the street, she'd have been
impressed.
On the other side of the room, he led her into another dim
room, almost identical to the other, except for the metallic
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stench of blood and the cold weight of several vampires trying
to read her at once.
"Holy shit." She stumbled.
Michael squeezed her hand. "It's okay. They're more
worried about you."
They weaved around tables and passed a line of booths.
Inside each, patrons indulged their vices with minimal
privacy. One girl looked up and smiled at her as another girl
drank blood from her wrist in long gulps. In the next booth,
two older women in Goth clothing lapped at blood that flowed
from tiny holes in the full breasts of another, who had that
blank stare of someone under the affascinare. A cold shiver
went down Tori's back and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, a small Japanese girl sat
with an overweight man at her feet who wore only a studded
dog collar. He drank from a dog dish on the floor, then raised
his head to growl at her, allowing blood to flow down his chin.
Tori jumped, and Michael yanked her into the next
semicircle leather booth.
He smiled. "You can shut your mouth now."
"I can't. If the guys could see this, it'd "
He nodded and put his finger to her lips. "That's enough."
Tori closed her mouth and tried not to think, but Michael
grabbed a black whip that lay curled around a small glass orb
that held purple rose blossoms on the table. She quirked a
brow at him.
"I don't suppose you're interested?" When she just stared
at him, he shrugged and ran the length of the whip through
his hands. "Your loss."
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* * * *
From the corner of his eye, Michael watched the bartender
thumb in their direction. He was talking to Noelle, Castillo's
protégé and head waitress. He tried to listen, but Tori
drowned out their voices as she rambled on about the
numerous laws being broken around them.
He reached under the table and put his hand on hers. It
was supple beneath his and made him wonder if the rest of
her was as warm. He felt her anxiety burn with rage, then
melt away. When she glared at him, he gave her that smile
again and she looked away.
Footsteps approached behind him, interrupted periodically
by a woman's voice. She asked repeatedly, "Are you guys
okay here?"
Good, a drink might help Tori calm down, if Noelle could
keep her mouth shut.
The slim brunette appeared beside the curtain and smiled.
"Evening, Michael."
"Noelle." He gave her a slight nod as she slid into the
booth beside him. Tori's hand jerked from beneath his almost
immediately. Dammit.
"Castillo said to make you welcome this evening." She
slipped a black nail across the mound of breast that peeked
out over the tight black dress. A bit of blood pooled on the
surface. She smiled and moved closer so that a wave of
hunger rolled over him. "And to give you anything you want."
He felt Tori's jealousy hit him like pinpricks across his face
and he glanced at her. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She
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wouldn't understand this. She'd hold it against him, but
refusing would insult both Noelle and Castillo. A little jealousy
was worth keeping them from punishment under the
padrone's hand. He turned back to Noelle, leaned down and
made a long, quick lick over the wound. The blood was
lukewarm, weak, and tasted of Castillo.
He took the girl's hand and used her nail to cut a bit of his
wrist. She gave him a little pout, but took the blood with all
the enthusiasm she probably expected him to have for the
breast wound. Her lips locked tight over his flesh and sucked
a little too hard. He felt the force of her pull. His cock
twitched.
Tori huffed and the sound drew his attention.
The girl released him with a slurp and wiped her mouth
with her fingertips. As she leaned back, a cattish grin spread
her lips. "Welcome, Michael. All that is Castillo's is yours."
"Thank you, Noelle."
She moved her attention to Tori. "Can I get you anything?"
Tori's face took an angry twist. Somehow, he couldn't feel
what she was thinking, and she didn't speak. "Noelle, I think
she'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio."
"Don't order for me. Noelle, I want a Jack and Coke."
"Alright." The woman slipped from the booth and gave
them a slight bow. She walked away, rolling her hips in a
slow, seductive pace.
He turned his attention back toward Tori. "A shiava does
not speak to her Dominatore that way."
"I'm not your "
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Don't. He threw the thought at her and she stopped. "We
are in my realm and you will do as I say." She opened her
mouth to argue, but he glared at her and continued.
"Understood, Detective?"
She nodded, still angry. Fuck you, she thought.
"Don't let your jealousy get the best of you, Amante."
She laughed. "You think I'm "
"Lying is a waste of time."
She turned her face toward the bar and crossed her arms.
From the side, he could see how long her lashes were. They
were long enough to threaten her brows, but the effect was
so subtle that they didn't look fake. She was beautiful and
when she huffed, forcing her breasts up and down, he
remembered how she had looked in his dream with her hands
bound in the lamplight.
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