Page 32 of Curiosity

He wouldn’t have to.

I already knew, despite my arguing otherwise.

I wanted nothing more than to push him on the floor and fuck him in the hall, with no regard for who saw.

Still… it was…somuch to process.

“What will I tell my friends?” I asked. “You said I won’t…eat them, but… will I change? What do I say?”

He smirked. “Tell them whatever you want, but understand the value in discretion. I will say though, Celeste… I don’t know that all your friends will be as surprised by this as you are.”

“What?!”

I asked, but he’d already walked away, essentially forcing me to follow. I’d learned my lesson with the last party and had not tried to poke my head where it didn’t belong.

Only this time, I belonged.

I was on Elias Black’s arm.

A position that held weight.

People scrambled out of our way, stared, whispered.

Loud.

At least… Ithoughtit was loud until I realized I wasn’t hearing whispers at all.

I was hearing…thoughts.

Lucky bitch.

I hate being around these stuffy viggas, I need to go to BB’s.

You’ll always have a headache if you don’t learn to tune it out.

Instantly, everything but the music went quiet, and I turned to look at Elias, who was studying me.

“Only the absolute most trusted people should ever know you can do this.”

I nodded my understanding, and he squeezed my hand.

“Good. Now – tell me what you think of the art.”

At first my gaze went to the walls – which were bare. I frowned, confused, until my gaze shift to the platforms sprinkled around the space, illuminated in red.

“This is what I meant when I said we used the fangs for fun.”

No clothes – not a single shred.

There were people –vampires– on those platforms, all engaged in some act of sex while people gathered around, watching.

Twenty minutes ago, I might’ve found it grotesque.

Now, I wasn’t moved by the sight of blood dripping from the “models” as they fucked in the most acrobatic of positions, managing to look beautiful in the throes of pleasure. It was… lovely, actually, all different body types, all shades of melanin bathed in red, skin on skin.

The smell of sex and blood and dessert from the platters being presented around the room mingled together, hitting me right between the legs.

“You were going to bring me to seethis?” I asked Elias, turning to face him. “I thought you were planning to ease me into it?”

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