One Dirty Night - Page 135

Groaning under his breath, he pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Thank you. Now that we’re here, this seems like a foolish idea. But…it was romantic in my head.” Giving me a lopsided smirk, he unravelled his fingers from my hair and took my hand. “Let’s get this over with so I can grovel for forgiveness.”

I smiled but still choked on nerves.

I couldn’t breathe as Nick pulled me toward Hunter. Giselle grinned from her booth, and the night sky hid the circus goers already mingling in the forecourt of the big top.

“Nicholas.” Hunter shook Nick’s hand before turning his full, piercing attention on me.

A buffet of attraction.

The same intensity we’d shared a year ago.

Back then, I’d been a sexually repressed girl.

Now, I was a dominated, liberated woman.

He was stunning, as always—undeniably a great catch, but…he wasn’t what I wanted anymore. What I needed.

“Ella,” he purred. “White is definitely your colour.” He kissed both of my cheeks, drenching me in his sinful scent of spice and sex. “The virginal shade is even more alluring now I know who you’ve become and what you two have embraced.”

Nick shifted on the spot. “Is the private room ready?”

“Always so eager. Just like last year.” Hunter chuckled. Glancing at Giselle, he said, “You’ll know where to find us if you need me.”

“Hi, Ella. Hi, Nick.” Giselle wriggled her fingers, her sparkling emerald leotard clinging to her perfect figure. “Welcome back to Spectacle of Secrets.”

I returned her wave but had no voice to return her greeting.

Unlike the first night I was here, Hunter didn’t consume me with dirty promises, and Nicholas didn’t beg for a chance to fuck me. With my hand firmly in Nick’s, and Hunter leading us as if taking us to slaughter, we cut quickly over the grass, past crowds and laughter, and didn’t say a word as we stepped into the long, smoky corridor of the big top.

The same pedestal full of condoms waited in the middle, along with the familiar arcade games full of R18 toys. We skirted them and kept walking—far quicker than last time, not stopping to look at the scenes playing out behind closed doors.

I couldn’t catch a proper breath the deeper we went, heading toward the den at the end. The dungeon where I’d been mauled by two men and transformed into a brand-new woman.

I squeezed Nick’s hand.

He gave me a soft smile and squeezed me back. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just a little longer, and then you’ll know everything.”

Hunter looked at me over his shoulder as he pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and inserted one into the door. “Are you afraid of what he’s about to do to you, little witch, or are you more afraid of me?”

“You?” Nick bared his teeth. “You know what I requested. You’re not touching her. We discussed this—”

“I’m aware.” Hunter laughed. “Just testing you.”

Discussed?

What had they discussed?

And when?

Hunter opened the door and waited for us to cross the threshold before closing it, locking it, and flicking on the lights.

I’d expected the same darkly decorated room from before—with the midnight four-poster bed, studded black bedhead walls, and medieval rack holding floggers of every kind.

Instead, I got the opposite.

Just like Nick had told me to wear white, the entire room blinded me.

A white sleigh bed complete with fluffy snowflake-shaped cushions. The rack had been transformed with ivory lacquer, and the erotic toys all gleamed in creams and taupes. Handcuffs, blindfolds, shackles, whips, clamps, and more.