Page 34 of My Big Fat Fake Alien

CHAPTER 15

RAVEN

My heart hammers against my ribs, each pulse echoing in my ears as I stand beside Karc, his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of my dress. The room feels electric, the air thick with the scent of sweat and expensive perfume, mixed with something darker, primal. The crowd around us is a sea of masks and silk, their eyes glittering with hunger as they focus on the couple in the center of the circle.

The tattooed man moves with a deliberate slowness, his hands gliding over the woman’s skin as he peels away the scraps of fabric that barely cover her. She shivers under his touch, her breath hitching as he cinches the leather sleeve around her arms, pinning them behind her back. The pony mask he slides over her head transforms her into something otherworldly, a creature of pure submission. He hooks the bridle to her mask, and she steps forward, her movements jerky, controlled. The crowd murmurs, a low hum of approval and arousal.

I should be horrified. I should be turning away, demanding we leave. But I can’t. My body betrays me, heat pooling low in my belly, my breath coming faster.

Karc’s hand slides up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls my head back, and his mouthcrashes into mine. The kiss is brutal, possessive, and I melt into it, my hands clutching at his shoulders. His tongue slips past my lips, claiming me, and I moan, the sound swallowed by him. The world shrinks to the feel of his mouth on mine, his body pressed against me, the taste of him flooding my senses.

When he finally pulls away, I’m dizzy, my lips swollen, my body thrumming with need.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low, rough.

I nod, unable to speak, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

The tattooed man is leading the woman around now, the bridle tight in his grip, her movements exaggerated, almost theatrical. The crowd is loving it, their laughter and cheers rising like a Greek chorus.

The tattooed man takes the pony-hooded woman from behind, and something inside me snaps. My breath comes in shallow pants, my body betraying me as heat floods my core. I can’t tear my eyes away, even though I know I should. My cheeks burn, and I’m suddenly hyper-aware of the mask covering my face, the silk of my dress clinging to my skin. I grab Karc’s arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve, and turn to him with a look I don’t even fully understand. Pleading? Desperate? Both?

"Go ahead, Kirk," Giscard purrs, his voice slithering into my ears like smoke. "Take your fiancé and give her what she so obviously needs."

His words hit me like a slap, and I jerk back, my face burning hotter beneath the mask. I’m glad it’s there, hiding the shame that must be written all over me. The pony-hooded woman screams out an orgasm around her gag, the sound raw and primal, and Giscard’s laughter echoes through the room, low and mocking.

"You see, you’re not being rude," Giscard says, gesturing at the spectacle in the circle. "The show has already reached its…climax."

He assures us with a smile that we’ll have the utmost privacy in the dungeon. Maybe, he adds, in time, we’ll learn to share our passion with the other club members. But that’s for another time.

Karc’s hand is firm on my lower back as he leads me away from the circle, my legs trembling with every step. I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, "I know what you’re thinking, Karc, but you can’t go through that door yet."

He quirks an eyebrow, his golden eyes narrowing. "Why not?"

I glance around, making sure no one’s close enough to hear. "Because if you go through that door and thereisa Grolgath base behind it, it’s going to get violent. And some of these people—" I gesture subtly to the crowd—"might be innocent bystanders."

He stops, turning to face me fully. The intensity in his gaze makes my knees weak. "Then what do you propose we do?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

We’ve reached the dungeon door, and I arch a brow, smirking despite the chaos inside me. "Why are you asking me? I’m not the one in charge."

The tension in my shoulders eases slightly, but it’s replaced by something else—something hot and simmering as Karc’s hand slides down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. He leads me deeper into the dungeon, and I wonder just how much of this is an act for him—and how much of it is real.

I want to ensure you don't miss key details and end too early or too late.That door has been haunting Karc’s attention ever since we walked into this den of sin, his sunset eyes flicking toward it every few seconds like a compass needle drawn to magnetic north. It’s suspicious as hell, plain and unadorned, standing out like a sore thumb in this palace of opulence. But he’s been holding back, playing the part of the dutiful fiancé, his fingers twitching with restraint.

Not anymore.

I slide in front of the door, my back pressing against it as I flash him a wicked smile. My heart’s racing, but this time it’s not fear driving it—it’s excitement, danger, and something far more primal.

"Eyes on me, big boy," I tease, my voice low and sultry. "You can do it. For the greater good."

Karc’s gaze snaps to me, his golden eyes narrowing, the heat in them unmistakable. He steps closer, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. "For the greater good. But be careful not to fly too close to the sun, little bird."

I chuckle, the sound giddy and unrestrained. "What happens if I do? You gonna catch me?"

"I’ll always catch you," he says, his voice resonating with a command that makes my knees weak. He’s undoing his cufflinks now, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. "Strip. You must be naked before I finish undoing my cufflinks."

I laugh again, crossing my arms over my chest. "What happens if I’m not?"

"Then you’ll be punished," he replies, his voice dark with promise. "I’ve already finished this sleeve."

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