Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,1

there really is any kind of BDSM club in the basement, but I’d very much like to find out.

“You there! The blonde!”

It takes me a second to realize that someone’s calling out to me and I turn to find the source of the gruff male voice. A tall man is standing on the other side of the velvet rope, a mere foot or so away, his piercing gaze directed at me. I raise a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes, you. Want to come in with me?”

Even though it’s phrased as a question, there’s an inherent hint of command in his inflection and I find myself obeying instinctively, ducking under the rope and moving towards him.

Some people just have that dominant tone which flicks my sub switch. Besides, this is my ticket inside. I’d be a complete fool to turn it down.

I’m no fool.

As soon as I reach the man’s side, he grips my upper arm and steers me toward the doors, not even giving me a chance to examine him properly. No matter. If we don’t get on, I can make my excuses and go explore by myself. I just have to get through the fucking door first.

“Allan. Liam.” My new companion addresses the bouncers curtly as they step aside to let us through. A blast of arctic air-conditioning ruffles my hair as we head into the club proper.

The place is jammed with writhing, grinding bodies and the thumping, bass-heavy music makes it seem like a living thing, an entity with a powerful heartbeat controlling everyone inside.

“Drink?” my companion asks once we’ve passed the coat check booth.

“Name?” I counter, glad when he comes to a halt and looks down at me because now I finally have a chance to assess him. His dark hair flops over his smooth, pale forehead. He has a large, almost beaky nose and thin, unsmiling lips.

“Ethan,” he says, his hand still possessively on my upper arm. And you are?”

“Sabina.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

He has a strange accent. I want to say British but not quite. Almost as if he’s lived in a few different places. If I had to guess his age, I’d say mid to late thirties. Physically he’s not really my type, but now that I’m actually inside the club, I’m not keen on the idea of wandering around alone just yet. “It’s nice to meet you too. And I’d love a drink. Thank you.”

Ethan steers me off to the right, to a huge, mahogany bar. All the stools are occupied and I curse inwardly. I had been hoping for a chance to give my sore, aching feet a break.

“Red wine?” he asks.

“Sure.”

“Good choice.” He turns back to the bar and I’m amazed at how fast he’s served, considering the crowd.

While he organizes the drinks, I assess my surroundings. It’s cooler than it was outside, but not by much, which is something I attribute to the sheer number of people crammed into the place. There’s a lounge area to my right, beyond the L-shaped mahogany bar. The dance floor is directly in front of me. Couples are dancing, grinding up against one another to the point of dry-humping in places, but try as I might, I can’t see any trace of anything even remotely kinky.

Shame.

“Here.” Ethan’s voice drags me back to the present and I accept the proffered glass gratefully.

“Thank you.” I take a sip, savoring the sweet, full flavor. “This is nice.”

His long, slender fingers are curled around the stem of his own glass as he brings it to his lips. “Lots of body,” he says, then directs a penetrating, sweeping stare from the top of my head all the way down to my shiny mauve shoes. “Delicious.”

Something about the way he says that makes me uneasy and I take another long swallow of wine to distract myself. Everything’s fine. I’m in control. I can take care of myself. I’ll finish my drink, thank him again, and be on my merry way.

Then his piercing grey eyes meet mine and he growls, so low I can barely hear it, “You like pain. I can give it to you.”

Despite my surprise, I can’t prevent the sudden tingle between my thighs or the way my breath catches in my chest. And for some reason, I find myself completely unable to lie.

“I do.” It’s more a croak than a whisper.

“You thought this was a BDSM club.”

Is he reading my mind? “I had heard rumors. But it would seem I was mistaken.” I want to look away from him but