Act 3

Imogen’s Pov

 

Ms. Rossi’s apartment building faded behind me, a silent death to my old life. There was no going back, only forward, into whatever darkness I had just unleashed.

 

 

I didn’t go back to the hotel. The thought of facing Perry, of pretending even for a moment, was impossible.

 

Instead, my feet carried me through the ancient, winding streets, past dimly lit fountains and quiet public square.

 

 

My mind felt strangely calm, almost buzzing, the anger was still there, a low hum, but now it had something new: power. A dangerous and exciting power.

 

I found myself walking towards loud music and bright lights coming from a plain doorway. A sign outside read: BLUE EYES. 

 

 

I needed a drink to get the night going. As I walked past some big doors, the sound of drums filled my ears, I could feel the bass shaking the air.

 

 

A brunette woman was sitting behind a desk just by the door. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to Blue Eyes. first time here?” the woman had a friendly smile plastered on her face, making me instantly relax too.

 

“Yes, please,” I replied.

 

“Are you visiting? Or do you intend to become a member?” the woman asked again.

 

I squeezed my brows in confusion. Member of what? The club?

 

“No, no. I am just visiting.” I shook my head immediately. 

 

The brunette nodded her head once before pulling out a white bracelet and holding it out to me.

 

“Please keep this on, at all times inside the club. Head to the showroom if you are interested in having a drink before the show starts.” The brunette concluded.

 

A show? What show?

 

The moment I strapped the bracelet onto my wrist and walked farther into the club the scent of alcohol and something else hit my senses, something I couldn’t exactly pinpoint but it made my body tingle with excitement.

 

This was something good. 

 

SHOWROOM. Another sign read.

 

I entered the room and shock took over my body, it was more than sophisticated than it looked from the outside. 

 

I settled unto one of the bar stools in front of the counter and kept an open tab for the alcohol. I downed the first class of tequila at once causing it to burn my throat. A smile curved on my face when I finally calmed. 

 

“That’s a very satisfying smile, you have on,” a very deep baritone voice said and I couldn’t be sure if it was the alcohol or the effect of the voice but a shiver ran through my spine the moment he spoke.

 

I turned to regard its owner and was met by kind and intense gray eyes and blond looking hair.

 

For once I wasn’t met with a flirtatious or lustful wink. His eyes were intense, but more in a way that looked like he was guarded instead of feeling threatened. He looked like a roman god and he was really handsome.

 

He didn’t have the usual Italian undertone that I had been used to hearing since my arrival here, so I could not conclude if he was from around here.

 

My eyes flickered to his chest and the first 3 buttons were opened revealing his golden chest that shone really bright even under the green light and it was covered in tattoos. My cheek turned red slightly under his gaze.

 

“If I got stared at like that everyday of my life, I’d be a billionaire by now.” He let out a low chuckle.

 

I tried to push away the embarrassment, clearing my throat once and shifting my eyes from his gaze. Everything about him screamed danger.

 

“I’d love to get what the lady is having.” He beckoned on the server who left all he was doing and took his orders immediately.

 

His loud gulps sent cold down my body. I felt my tits becoming hard under my dress as he licked his lips and I couldn’t deny the urge to feel those hot lips against me.

 

 

“I see you have the white bracelet on, so you’re just visiting.” He broke the silence. His voice sent goosebumps shooting through my arms and chest.

 

I tried to keep myself composed by shutting my eyes tight, but when I opened them, his gaze was locked in them.

 

He leaned in closer, his voice soft like a whisper. “Then let me show you my favorite spot here. A better view. A better drink.”

 

 And when his hand brushed mine, just lightly, my pulse leapt like it had been waiting for permission to live again.

 

I didn’t know that drinking martini could be so sexy until I met this stranger. He placed his lips on the edge of the glass, his eyes never leaving mine as he downed every drop of liquid. 

 

Sticking his tongue out to lick the side of his glass where his lips had been, I felt my body vibrating to it.

 

All I wanted at that moment was to be that glass. It was like I was caught in a trance and the only thing I could see were him and his lips, it felt like we were in a different world.

 

“Ah! This is my favorite song. Would you like to dance?” He was already dragging me out of my seat, letting me know that I didn’t have a choice.

 

I was very shy when it came to dancing in front of people, so much so I didn’t even dance in front of Perry and it was one of the many things he complained bitterly about. 

 

 

He said that was why he never asked me to be his date to any function but I knew it was a very lame excuse.

 

Tonight, the story was going to be different. As Blond stared into my eyes and pulled me close to him, the flashing disco bulb that hung above seemed to make me feel dizzy and somewhat intoxicated. 

 

 

He didn’t have to say anything, the heat that came from his body was enough to arouse me even more and I felt myself getting more wet as I turned around and began to grind against him.

 

Thankfully, I had worn a thin silk dress and this way, the very thin layers that were between us weren’t helping matters.

 

His large hand gripped my waist and pressed my back side close to him, that was when I felt his bulge but that didn’t stop me.

 

 

“What’s your name, sexy?” His deep baritone made me gasp hard.

 

“Imogen. I am Imogen.” I responded

 

He buried his face in my neck and one of his hands left my waist and made its way to my thighs. Just when I thought he was going to stop there, he proceeded to my inner thighs as my body began trembling, his fingers moving upwards towards my pussy.

 

Grateful for not wearing my pants, a devious smile curved on my lips at the thought of that. He obviously didn’t care about the crowd that surrounded us nor did he care that we may be seen and I think that added to the thrill of the moment.

 

His index finger found its way into my pussy folds and he started to gently caress as I closed my eyes to take in the pleasure from his touch which filled my body with so much warmth.

 

 

“Seems like you came prepared, sexy. I didn’t have to touch you and you were already wet for me,” he said, his hot breath caressed my ear as I found myself wanting to be enveloped in that voice. “You want this, don’t you?” 

 

“Yes!” I panted. “Yes, I want it.”

 

I didn’t care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything. 

 

“I’ll have you unable to walk out of here after I’m done with you.” He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. “I know you want my cock in you.”

 

 

I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

 

“No, I don’t.” 

 

I turned around to look at him and I wrapped my hands around his neck, making sure to caress his tender skin behind his ear and neck as I worked my fingers into his hair and pulled on them gently.

 

I used this opportunity to bring his head closer and staring into his eyes with our lips just inches from each other.

 

“I don’t want you,” I whispered as I slid one hand slowly down his chest till it reached his bulge that felt like it was going to burst free anytime soon. “Or any other part of you.”

 

He held eye contact for a second more before looking away

 

“You suck!” His voice sounded deeper and huskier.

 

I tilted my head to the side. “Yes, I do. Wanna see how good I suck?”

 

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I bit my tongue wondering where the hell that had come from. I had misinterpreted him.

 

 

 

With darkened eyes and clenched jaw, he circled his hand tight around my wrist. “ come show me how good you are.”