Page 63 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
Six Months Ago
ENZO
I’m simply an observer at the club. I never sample the goods. I frequent the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That’s what the draw is to a place like Provocateur. It’s drowning in secrets. I learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there’s no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you know the darkest desires of powerful men, you become the one with control, and that’s what I’ve always craved. Control. Powerful men will do everything you demand to ensure their skeletons stay in the closet.
Then she steps into my vision like the sun eclipsing the entire world with radiance and warmth.
I chuckle as soon as she comes into view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the floor, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t look like she belongs here. That’s what I like—her innocence. She’s hesitant, wearing a novice outfit, a black leather dress with a Catwoman mask. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for Catwoman.
When my fingers touch her skin, it’s fire, but not the fire I’ve become accustomed to. These flames don’t cause pain or drag you into the fiery pits of hell. These flames purify your soul, but one molten lick will entrap you, making you its willing slave for all eternity. I can’t be a slave. I’ll never be under anyone’s foot again. I take what I want and leave. Just one taste.
“Punishment is my specialty, baby,” I say before nipping at her bare shoulder.
She jerks in my arms, then leans back and relaxes. From the corner of my eye, I notice a voyeur watching us. When I make eye contact, the fucker smirks as his hand moves against his dick, trying to create friction.
I narrow my eyes at him, telling him to keep his eyes elsewhere. The fucker rubs his dick harder. I know what I’m about to do is crazy. It could fuck up everything, but I don’t give a shit. “I’ll be right back.”
I drop her hand and march up to the fucker. He has the nerve to look turned on like I’m about to drop to the floor and worship his tiny cock. I grab his face and his mouth parts. My smirk matches his, but it’s not one of lust or desire. It’s one of death, the one I’ve worn my entire adult life.
My thumbs move up his face until they circle the outside of his eyes. “I don’t fuck around.”
It takes a second for my words to register, a second too late. My thumbs dig into the fucker’s eyes. He screams, not realizing that it eggs me on. That’s my thing. I like the screams and hearing the pain he feels. The pain drags him to his knees.
I slam his head against the wall, not once, not twice, but three times. Blood splatters on the ground, followed by his limp body.
“Don’t ever look at what belongs to me again,” I say, puncturing each word with a kick.
Moving back to the beautiful stranger, I grab her hand and drag her away. “Come on.”
“You just fuckin’ kicked the shit out of him, and I’m not sure what else you did. I think he’s bleeding.” Panic laces her words, causing my dick to harden. She glances down at my hand. “Your thumbs look like they’ve been in a bloodbath.”
I look at the blood and wince. Should’ve kept my damn cool and stayed calm like I usually do. I never lose it like that. I turn to her and snap, “It’s fine. He knows the deal.”
She stops moving, and I see fear flash in her eyes for the first time. Fuck.
I expect her to rip her hand out of my grasp and storm out, but she doesn’t. Instead, she licks her lips as if what she saw turned her on. The girl makes my head spin. She keeps me on my toes, something no one’s been able to do for the past fifteen years.
“Aren’t we gonna get kicked out?”
“No.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I know everyone’s secrets.”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace private. These fuckers keep looking at you, and I’m not in the mood to light them all up. I’d rather terrorize your body.” Pulling her to my side, my hand firmly holding her waist, I bend to whisper in her ear, “Would you like that? Me making you scream?”
Her bottom lip slides between her teeth. “Okay.”
Okay. I never thought that word would sound so fuckin’ magical, but on her lips, it’s like I’ve won the damn world. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. Women have never been my thing. That’s why I only fuck the ones who know the score. I use them, they use me, and after we both nut, one of us gets the fuck out. There are no tender moments or a desire to bring them so much pleasure that the world under their feet shatters and their eyes see stars.
But this one, the princess, I want her to see stars in a distant galaxy. I want my cock to be a fuckin’ conductor, making her entire body play a symphony she’ll never forget.
I open the door to one room, a four-post bed in the middle with red satin sheets. The place looks like a French-style brothel from the 1920s. The wall is ordained with whips, chains, and floggers, and a Saint Andrew’s cross sits in one corner.
Her gaze takes in the room, her plump mouth slightly open, and her delicate hands rubbing against each other. “I’m not sure this is what I had in mind.”