Page 38 of Sinister
“Just open the door.” He pushes past me and makes himself comfortable on my bed, his gaze darkening with lust as he takes me in.
“Come on in.” I close the door again and eye him as he flips the envelope over in his fingers and I realize the cardboard invite is now snuggly placed back inside.
“This is an invite to Raphael’s exclusive club.”
“I know.”
He watches me for a beat before he continues. “You know.”
“Sass text me earlier.”
“If you don’t want to go, I can hang out here with you, do a little role play of what we’d be missing at the club?” He waggles his eyebrows.
I smile at him. My heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Chaser’s hands on me. “As tempting as that is, I promised Sass I’d see her there.” I take the envelope back off him. “Curiosity has got the better of me. What exactly goes on in that place?”
“Depends on what room you choose.” He winks. “I mean, it’s all consensual but some rooms are a bit darker than others.”
“Rooms?” I glance at him confused.
“Rooms you can choose to play out your fantasies in,” he explains. His tongue darts out and moistens his lower lip, catching my attention and sending sparks between my legs.
I swallow and hope my sudden desire to be ravaged by him isn’t painted on my face. “Have you been in any of the rooms?” I clear my throat as mental images of him playing out fantasies runs in the back of my mind.
He tilts his head slightly. “I haven’t. Although, it’s the only place at Sable Lakes University where all the colleges and frat houses are equal and are able to interact, if you know what I mean. Only no one is allowed to touch the queens.” He gauges my reaction.
“Are you telling me, I can date another college student? They don’t have to be from Dacre Hall?”
“Technically, you can because you’re not a member of the Spades Frat, you just live here. But I wouldn’t get too confident in that. We’ll just kill anyone that comes near you.” He licks his lips as his eyes darken, showing me his unhinged side. It rarely comes out to play unless he’s provoked.
“Right.” That statement irritates the fuck out of me and of course I now want to see what happens if I do find a guy from one of the other colleges, even better from one of the other frats.
“The car leaves in thirty minutes. I can make them wait a little longer, but because we’re the Spades Frat, we have to be the first there.” He climbs off the bed and pauses in front of me, his lingering gaze catches on the exposed part of my chest. He drags his eyes up over my throat and pauses when he reaches my mouth.
“I’ll be quick.” The sudden proximity of him has me blushing, him knowing I’m naked under my robe and the way his eyes are drinking me in, makes my heart thrum.
“I’ll see you down there.” His lip quirks up on one side before he turns on the spot, making sure his arm brushes against me, and leaves my room.
The envelope sits hot and heavy in my hand, making my mind race. I stare at the wax seal with the Sable Lakes four suits emblem on it. One emblem for each frat house I’ve learned. Running my fingers gently over the grooves of the wax, I slide out the piece of black, thick card with the same emblem on it as the wax seal. Turning it over I see it is an invitation to the exclusive club called La Manair. I’m surprised at how elegant it is for such an establishment.
YOUR PRESENCE IS EXPECTED
For a night of pleasure and pain at
LA MANAIR
RULES
EMBRACE YOUR NIGHTMARES
ABANDON YOUR INHIBITIONS
YOU WILL OBEY
DEVILS OF SABLE LAKES
The envelope is heavy and I dig my fingers in to retrieve a metal card with the club’s name on one side and on the reverse is an image of a spade with Elite Membership printed underneath. The writing and the image are printed in blue foil and it’s stunning as it shines in the light of my room. Is this the card to show at the front doors to be let in? Weird.
I place both in the clutch I’m taking tonight before I scavenge through my walk in and try find something I will be comfortable in but will still look hot as fuck in. I want to make Rome regret ever rejecting me. I want him to see me and think, that could have been mine. I need them to see me and wish I was their queen. I find a short black number with a deep v cut out of the front. This will make my huge tits look like a million dollars. I don’t bother drying my hair and straightening it, I let it fall naturally to my waist in big loose curls. I throw on some bronzer over my cheeks, go heavy on my eye make-up and round the look off with shiny lip gloss. I rub some cream into my fresh tattoo and display it proudly for all to see tonight. It’s my way of owning what happened to me and mark the occasion as something that won’t break me but make me stronger. If I could get through that ordeal and come out the other side stronger, then I’ll show off this piece as that. My strength.