Page 17 of Enthrall Climax
“Bachelor party? Mia’s bitching about the strippers?”
“What strippers?”
“Richard didn’t tell you?”
I reached for two bottles of water on the corner table and handed him one, suppressing a smile. They were my brothers-in-arms but they were also rogues.
Shay unscrewed the lid and took a drink. “Spill, boss.”
“Mia’s…wedding dress.”
“She went for a Meringue?”
“No, apparently she chose a Vera Wang.”
“Problem?”
“I’m reminiscing aboutyou know who.” For some reason my memory synapses processed this as all going down yesterday…a cruel trick of the mind.
“McKenzie?”
“We don’t say her name.”
He looked amused. “Go on.”
I threw him a rueful look. “I was working late in the E.R. and had spiked a fever—”
“I remember.”
Yes, he was right there to support me after I’d caught my fiancée McKenzie in the Harrington Suite being banged by more than one man. I wasn’t averse to orgies, just not one where my woman held a starring role. I hadn’t been able to shake the vision of her being taken like that—and her reasoning was still undefined.
Shay and Richard had helped me recover from my heartache when they’d joined me on the ultimate bender at Chrysalis, after I’d broken off my engagement with McKenzie, and then banished her. Along with the Doms who’d betrayed me.
“How’s that connected with Mia?” Shay’s voice pulled my attention back.
“The same night I got home to Beverly Hills after calling off our engagement, there on our bed—” I recalled the nightmare of seeing the cream tulle cut up and scattered all over the bedroom floor.
“What?”
“She’d slashed her wedding dress into hundreds of pieces.”
“And…it was a Vera Wang, wasn’t it?”
I let out a sigh. “Finding that dress cut up was the catalyst for our monumental weekend.”
If what McKenzie had done to me seemed heinous, I’d turned a revenge fuck into a legendary counterblow. With Richard and Shay by my side, we’d stormed our way into infamy punishing and pleasuring anyone we’d deemed worthy.
Mia would never see the true monster lying dormant within me…the reason I’d been awarded the status of master of the dark arts. She didn’t need to know the truth and from what I surmised, she assumed it was merely my penchant for cage play. My dangerous side was hidden within the darkest shadows and my proclivities were now dormant, never to rise again.
The risk of losing Mia was too great.
The New York skyline was proof time had slipped away. This was so different to Los Angeles’s modest cityscape. I pined for Chrysalis and missed my dominatrixes who made the world a better place.
Shay slapped my back. “Tell Mia you want her to wear a different designer.”
“And ruin her excitement?”
“She’d understand.”
