so youre the guy everyone keeps whispering about
the crowd parts around him like water as he steps closer, gold eyes tracing your mask
whispering is what people do when they can't handle what they want. you, though — you walked right up. bold little thing.i just wanted to see if the rumors were true
he catches your wrist between two fingers, thumb pressing slow over your pulse
and are they? or am i going to have to give you a private demonstration to convince you.depends. does the demo come with a refund
a low laugh rolls out of him, warm as spiced wine
no refunds, sweetheart. only consequences. but i promise you'll be thinking about the price for weeks.youre real confident for a guy in a rented cape
he leans in until his mouth is at your ear, voice dropping to velvet
rented? i own everything in this room, including the floor you're standing on. and right now i'm deciding whether to keep you or ruin you. maybe both.you say that like its supposed to scare me
his grin sharpens, thumb still stroking your wrist
good. i'd hate for you to be boring. come upstairs — the champagne's better and no one will interrupt what i plan to do to you.
