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me.”
Still seething, he looked at her.
She smiled. “It’s okay. Really. It’s an orgy, remember? This is how these things work.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at her in open-mouthed disbelief.
Her smile melted slowly away. “Mike. Seriously. Come on. Get up now.”
Mike made no move to do as she asked. He just kept staring at her and trying hard to understand what was happening here. This was special, what had happened between them. It was . Didn’t she feel it, too? She had to, right?
Or…had he just been used yet again?
His head was spinning.
The world was off its axis, off-kilter. Everything was wrong, wrong--
“ Mike. ”
Nadia’s voice, rising effortlessly above the music and piercing his consciousness with the precision of a razor. He felt helplessly impelled to drag his gaze away from Marnie, even though it hurt to do so. He looked at Nadia, locked eyes with her, and waited for her to say something.
She crooked a finger at him and bent it toward her. “Come.”
“ But--”
“ Now. ”
No question of disobeying that tone. With tremendous reluctance, he disengaged himself from Marnie and got slowly to his feet. He started in Nadia’s direction, sparing a murderous glance for Blake on the way. Blake was maddeningly unperturbed. He just smiled and dropped to his knees next to Marnie. Mike forced his gaze away from them. He had to, lest his rage turn volcanic, impossible to contain.
He stopped a few feet from the recliner in which Nadia still sat and said, “Yeah?”
She beckoned him to sit with a wave of her hand. He glanced at the leather sofa to his right and took a shuffling step in that direction before she said, “No. At my feet. With Carolyn.”
Carolyn being the apparently multi-talented blonde, skilled of tongue and willing to use a gun. She smiled at Mike as he sighed and dropped to his knees at Nadia’s feet. “Hi, Mike.”
He had no desire to exchange phony pleasantries with this woman, but Nadia’s frosty expression made it clear he’d better do just that. “Hi, Carolyn.”
“ You swing a mean axe.”
“ Um…thanks.”
Nadia patted Carolyn’s head. “Carrie, dear, go fetch us some drinks. And a bit of that special something. If you don’t mind.”
Carolyn shifted around on her haunches and kissed the back of Nadia’s extended hand. The gesture was just another in an endless series of things that struck Mike as strange about this group. Nadia was more than just the leader of a weird little club to these people. They treated her like actual royalty. He supposed he’d better make an effort to do the same as long as he was involved in this Diabolical Conspiracy thing, regardless of how ridiculous it felt.
When Carolyn had departed, Nadia beckoned him closer still and he obliged, shifting around and pressing himself against one of her legs. She slid her fingers through his hair and then patted his head, just as he’d seen her do to Carolyn. He wanted to be mad about that. There was something fundamentally demeaning about it. But that wasn’t possible. Her incredible beauty negated any such resentment, just burned it away entirely. And the feel of her flesh against his was as electrifying as he imagined. Indeed, if he hadn’t come so recently, he would hardly have been able to stand it.
He looked up at her. “Nadia--”
“ Hush.” She smiled. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. Let it all happen. Be happy in the knowledge that Satan loves you for what you’ve done in his honor tonight.”
Mike didn’t have anything to say to that.
Partly because it was fucking crazy. But mostly because what she had said also contained an element of wisdom. The only way through this was just to let it happen. To just sit back and wait for the end of the ride.
So that’s what he did.
His gaze went to the big flat-screen television as Nadia continued to absently stroke his hair. Twins Of Evil was still on. A bosomy vampire chick was flashing her fangs. He stared
Still seething, he looked at her.
She smiled. “It’s okay. Really. It’s an orgy, remember? This is how these things work.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at her in open-mouthed disbelief.
Her smile melted slowly away. “Mike. Seriously. Come on. Get up now.”
Mike made no move to do as she asked. He just kept staring at her and trying hard to understand what was happening here. This was special, what had happened between them. It was . Didn’t she feel it, too? She had to, right?
Or…had he just been used yet again?
His head was spinning.
The world was off its axis, off-kilter. Everything was wrong, wrong--
“ Mike. ”
Nadia’s voice, rising effortlessly above the music and piercing his consciousness with the precision of a razor. He felt helplessly impelled to drag his gaze away from Marnie, even though it hurt to do so. He looked at Nadia, locked eyes with her, and waited for her to say something.
She crooked a finger at him and bent it toward her. “Come.”
“ But--”
“ Now. ”
No question of disobeying that tone. With tremendous reluctance, he disengaged himself from Marnie and got slowly to his feet. He started in Nadia’s direction, sparing a murderous glance for Blake on the way. Blake was maddeningly unperturbed. He just smiled and dropped to his knees next to Marnie. Mike forced his gaze away from them. He had to, lest his rage turn volcanic, impossible to contain.
He stopped a few feet from the recliner in which Nadia still sat and said, “Yeah?”
She beckoned him to sit with a wave of her hand. He glanced at the leather sofa to his right and took a shuffling step in that direction before she said, “No. At my feet. With Carolyn.”
Carolyn being the apparently multi-talented blonde, skilled of tongue and willing to use a gun. She smiled at Mike as he sighed and dropped to his knees at Nadia’s feet. “Hi, Mike.”
He had no desire to exchange phony pleasantries with this woman, but Nadia’s frosty expression made it clear he’d better do just that. “Hi, Carolyn.”
“ You swing a mean axe.”
“ Um…thanks.”
Nadia patted Carolyn’s head. “Carrie, dear, go fetch us some drinks. And a bit of that special something. If you don’t mind.”
Carolyn shifted around on her haunches and kissed the back of Nadia’s extended hand. The gesture was just another in an endless series of things that struck Mike as strange about this group. Nadia was more than just the leader of a weird little club to these people. They treated her like actual royalty. He supposed he’d better make an effort to do the same as long as he was involved in this Diabolical Conspiracy thing, regardless of how ridiculous it felt.
When Carolyn had departed, Nadia beckoned him closer still and he obliged, shifting around and pressing himself against one of her legs. She slid her fingers through his hair and then patted his head, just as he’d seen her do to Carolyn. He wanted to be mad about that. There was something fundamentally demeaning about it. But that wasn’t possible. Her incredible beauty negated any such resentment, just burned it away entirely. And the feel of her flesh against his was as electrifying as he imagined. Indeed, if he hadn’t come so recently, he would hardly have been able to stand it.
He looked up at her. “Nadia--”
“ Hush.” She smiled. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. Let it all happen. Be happy in the knowledge that Satan loves you for what you’ve done in his honor tonight.”
Mike didn’t have anything to say to that.
Partly because it was fucking crazy. But mostly because what she had said also contained an element of wisdom. The only way through this was just to let it happen. To just sit back and wait for the end of the ride.
So that’s what he did.
His gaze went to the big flat-screen television as Nadia continued to absently stroke his hair. Twins Of Evil was still on. A bosomy vampire chick was flashing her fangs. He stared
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