Her pussy tightens around me again, and I feel her try to pull away from my lips. I let her go just enough so I can watch her come. Her green eyes heavy, lips swollen and wet. Hair stuck to her slick face. She’s absolutely gorgeous in a forbidden way.
A person will always want what they can’t have. But my question is, what do we do once we get it? She will be the one to give me that answer.
ALEXA
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, Jasmine and I stand behind the bar. I closed it down over an hour ago, but we’re still here due to Kink. The number of members we have joining Kink is unreal. We can’t keep up with it all.
They say that information travels the fastest by word of mouth, and I never understood that until now. You can’t just put an ad out for Kink. So Jasmine said she made a couple of calls, and that’s all it took. Those two calls turned into more calls. And bam, we’re on our way to guys signing up for our sex club.
I look up when the door opens to the bar. A man dressed in a pair of jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and black leather jacket walks toward us. His dark hair is slicked back, and I don’t see any visible tattoos from here. He looks well put together—almost a GQ lookalike with a touch of bad boy on the dangerous side if you know what I mean. All he’s missing is a cigarette behind his ear while sitting on a motorcycle.
“Tanner Mason.” Jasmine smiles at him. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking him up and down.
He says nothing. Instead, he reaches into his leather jacket and produces an envelope, slapping it on the bar counter. “Fifty grand.”
She leans forward. “Will we be seeing Trey and Turner as well?”
He stares at her intently for a long moment. I think he’s going to walk away without answering when he speaks. “Trey?” He shrugs. “Maybe. But Turner?” He shakes his head. “That boy is selfish with his toys. He prefers to keep his pets in cages where only he can play with them.”
“Well …” She picks up the money. “We’re glad you could join us.” Reaching over to the right, she picks up a form and slides it to him. “An NDA.”
He nods and picks up the pen, clicking it. Without even looking it over, he signs his name and slides it back over to us.
I want to ask him why he didn’t even read it but bite my lip to keep quiet. I don’t want to look stupid. If Jasmine doesn’t have a problem with him signing it without reading it, then neither do I.
He nods once and knocks his knuckles on the bar before turning and walking out.
“Who was that?” I ask once the door closes behind him.
“That was the eldest of the Mason brothers.”
“Who?” Was that supposed to mean something?
“They own the Airport and Mason Towers.”
Ah, now I remember. I look over at her. “He was joking, right? About the guy named Turner and cages?” Can’t help but ask. Rumors are just that—rumors. But they have to hold some truth to them, right?
She laughs. “Doubtful. The Mason boys are seriously disturbed. Their father did a number on them. They each have their own level of being a sadist.”
That thought makes my chest hurt. I don’t believe evil is born; I believe it’s made. And people like the Mason brothers just prove that theory. “Did he … abuse them?”
“I’m not sure, but rumor has it their father sold their souls to the devil in exchange for power.”
“You don’t believe that shit, do you?” I can’t help but ask, laughing.
“I believe there’s a heaven and a hell.” She shrugs. “And I believe there is evil in this world that even God can’t cleanse.”
I place my hands on my hips. “Yeah, but come on …”
“The Airport and Mason Towers sit in the middle of the desert. The address is 666 S. Mason Boulevard.”
I frown. “That’s … odd but doesn’t mean anything.”
“Maybe, but I go there all the time.”
I’ve only ever been that one time, and I was pretty drunk. I didn’t really pay that much attention to my surroundings. Especially since we had Cross watching out for us. “And?”
Her green eyes meet mine. “And I see things that take place there. Only evil would allow such vile things.”
“Then why do you go?” I wonder. “Why put yourself in that position? Who wants to willingly go to hell?”
She tilts her head to the right, a red strand of hair falling across her face before she tucks it behind her ear. “Because I’ve always been drawn to the darker side of life.”
Just then, my brother enters the bar. He spots Jasmine and snorts. “Shouldn’t you be working your corner?”