Addict (Hunter #2)(33)
I tried not to look at myself, but it was hard because the entire elevator was mirrored. Pretty sure I didn’t want to know why they’d done that. I was just thinking about the fact that my ass was hanging out. We’d been allowed into the club after Matt had explained he’d procured me for his brother. I could tell the bouncer wasn’t that impressed. He’d looked at me differently after I walked out of the dressing room. The demon had taken charge, briskly ordering me out of the nice clothes that covered me up and into lingerie. I don’t even know if I could call it that. Marcus had bought me a ton of pretty, frilly things he liked to see me in, but they tended toward filmy nightgowns and beautifully made corsets.
I was dressed in a white lace demi-cup bra that pushed my boobs up and made them look a lot bigger than they were. There was the white thong currently stuck between my ass cheeks. Thigh-high white hose and four-inch stilettos completed the look. Gray’s brother had brushed out my hair and placed a white mask over my face. I didn’t know what I hated more, the shoes or the so-called underwear. I longed for my nice cotton bikinis and my comfy Uggs. Apparently both of those were a no-go in the house of sin Gray was currently residing in.
I was grateful for the mask as the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and my heart started to race. I reminded myself that I was here on a case. I was going to make sure Gray was all right. That was all. I didn’t have any interest in him beyond the fact that he was my brother’s best friend and potentially had information I could use.
So why was my heart thumping as loud as the heavy rock beat that filled the space as Matt led me out onto the floor?
We stopped at an elegantly appointed desk. A tuxedoed man sat behind it, looking ever so competent. I was fairly certain he was a demon, but I couldn’t tell if he was in his form or a borrowed one. Demons manifest on the Earth plane in two ways. Some can change their form, flowing from demon to human-looking in an effortless transition. Gray can do it, but I’d decided his brother was the other type. It’s much more common for a demon to possess a human body. I hoped whoever Matt was inside had agreed to host him. There are humans out there who are crazy enough to do it.
“My Lord,” our host said deferentially. His eyebrows arched as he looked me over. “Trying something different tonight, My Lord?”
Matt laughed as though the thought of hanging with me was the most ridiculous thing ever. “Not at all, Kevin. Let Tristan know I’ll be requiring his services. This one is for my brother.”
“Very good, sir. Lord Sloane does like slender brunettes,” Kevin said, nodding us in.
We walked past the security desk and into some combination of a strip club and a place for swingers. All of the women were dressed in a similar fashion to me, though they seemed to favor leather and dark colors. I was the only one in the room wearing white. Naturally, every eye turned to me.
Behind my half mask, I studied the room. The space had been redone to resemble a grand ballroom. The floors were polished hardwood and the room was lit with chandeliers. The walls had those white panels favored in European palaces. It had an old-world feel to it, if one ignored the stripper poles at the far end or the various women and men tied up and being spanked across the room. There was also a bar, naturally, and several intimate spaces with antique couches.
I turned and there he was. He was sitting on a couch, his big body lounging negligently. He was wearing tight black jeans and a dark shirt he’d left open as though he’d walked out of the bedroom without bothering to button his shirt. It left his perfectly cut chest on full, mouth-watering display. The tattoo that covered the left half of his torso looked sexy as hell in the low glow of the room, and I wondered if it still vibrated on his body after I left. His face was a tribute to masculine perfection. Marcus was the perfect European male, all fine lines and aesthetic grace. Gray was an all-American hunk of masculinity. He screamed dominant male and for good reason. He was and made no apologies for it. He was the kinkiest man I’d ever met. He preferred to tie up his sexual partners, and when I was that partner, I’d been happy to let him do it.
I was thinking about doing it right now.
His deep blue eyes glanced lazily around the room. He had a female at his feet, her head resting on his lap. He didn’t seem terribly interested in her. He was talking to another man, whose face I couldn’t see. He was smaller than Gray with almost white hair. Gray stopped midsentence when his eyes caught sight of me.
“You do seem able to catch my brother’s attention, don’t you?” Matt said, satisfaction oozing from his pores.
Gray sat up, and I noticed that his hair was longer than it had been when we were engaged. He used to wear it in a strict, military-style cut. It was a little shaggy now, reaching to the tops of his ears. It was thick and wavy. I’d always wanted to run my fingers through it. I flushed under his gaze, unsure if it was the outfit I was wearing or complete and abject shame that I had a man who cared about me and I couldn’t help but think about someone else.
He was the ultimate bad boy. Grayson Sloane was a half demon who’d lied to me, used me, and had potentially tried to trick me into going to Hell with him. And I was shaking at the thought of his hands on me. I was also resolute. No matter how much I was attracted to the man, I was going to resist because I knew the score.
Marcus was good, and Gray was bad.
Gray was also observant. He stood up abruptly, his face going cold. He stalked across the room as another big man moved to intercept me. He was shorter than Gray, though he still towered over me. He didn’t have great control over his form. His eyes gave him away. They flashed between red and brown.
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