In The Dark

by Chelsea Curto

“I see. Make sure to say hi to Michael for me.” Dustin winks and unhooks the chain that blocks the VIP line. “Word is he’s been asking about the blonde girl he met the other night, but I think it’s more fun to make him figure it out on his own.”

I also promise to let you have a front row seat the night I invite Maxine over—as long as she’s comfortable with being watched. I don’t want to push her to do anything she’s not fully onboard with.”

“We have a slight problem, angel.” “A problem? What happened?” “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan to take off your clothes tonight, so I didn’t bring any protection.” “Oh.” I bob my head and swallow. “What if we didn’t use one? I’m on birth control.” His hand stops mid-stroke. His eyes meet mine. Flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing. “Sorry. That was stupid. I’m still turned on and not thinking⁠—” “I’ll fuck you raw,” Hunter rasps. “But if I do, you’re going to be stuck with me for a very, very long time. No one else is going to touch you. No one else is going to have your pussy. It’s mine, Max. Whenever and wherever I want it. And I’m going to want you in a million different ways.” He hooks my leg around his waist and stares down at me. “Is that okay with you?” God. Am I allowed to shout fuck, yes?

“Might need to get some pearls or a diamond on the back of the other hand so I can dress you up when I’m gripping your throat. A pretty necklace for my needy slut.”

“Did I say hover?” Hunter practically growls, fingers digging into my flesh. I cry out, the sound muffled by the ripped lace in my mouth. “Sit on my fucking face, Max. Suffocate me, angel. I’m not letting you move until I taste your come, baby, so you might as well admit you love this as much as I do.”