Page 70 of Soulless Deeds

The attendant led us through a large, clinical-themed room called the Medical Bay, the area packed with people lounging and mingling hooked up to hanging intravenous bags, filled with various drugs.

I skimmed the area, not really paying attention since I was already lost. Then, a familiar chuckle caught my attention. Remi sat crossed-legged next to a beautiful male who wore a doctor’s lab coat with nothing underneath—naught, zilch, nada.I couldn’t stop staring at histhing, which had a piercing directly through the head. He was a fellow kindred spirit, and I wanted to be his friend.

“Spencer?” Remi interrupted. Thank goodness he was dressed in slacks (sure, he didn’t have a shirt on, but I wasn’tgoing to complain about that), otherwise I would have had whiplash from ping-ponging between both their perfect dicks. “You can stop staring darling. It’s not going to bite ya,” Remi said, voice closer now.

I turned to find a clear, mischievous smirk plastered over his face before he enveloped me in a crushing hug. That’s when I realised an intravenous line was connected to his arm, pumping his veins with god knows what.

Remi waved over my shoulder to my entourage, and pointed us to the double doors. “That’s where you want to go. I’ll find you there after my infusion,” he added.

I left with my crew, and turned one last time to catch a glimpse of that piercing—except Remi blocked the view, mischievousness gleaming in his eyes as he shook his head. “Killjoy,” I mouthed before popping a lollipop in my mouth. He winked in return.

Bodies gyrated to a pounding rhythm, strobe lights flashing over the vibrating dance floor as I scanned the crowd from the bar. Attendants dressed as sexy medical staff walked around with gas cylinders, offering various inhalants to enhance your high.

A sweaty male with overpowering aftershave bumped into my side, lingering a little longer than necessary. My lip curled at the obnoxious ass as I visibly pulled away. Like everyone else, he wore white—a requirement on entry. The blank attire was the perfect canvas as patrons were sprayed with fake blood and coloured paint that glowed in the dark.

Which wasn’t an issue in itself, except the only thing he wore was snug tighty-whities and nothing else, the imprintof his gigantic penis punching through the thin fabric, hardly restrained.Cringe.

“Are men usually intimidated by you?” He smirked, giving off that big dick energy.

“Are you?”

“I’m not intimidated, I’mcaptivated,” he added, his gaze tracking down my frame.

I pitched a hip and stared directly at his package. “Makes sense. You’re no man, you’re a fucking gorilla.”

He howled as if I was giving him a compliment rather than an insult. Then, he grabbed my hand. “I knew you’d want a feel.”

Aware of my limited space, I gave up a sweet smile and laced my fingers with his. “Oh, honey, I really don’t.” In one fluid motion, I rotated his arm, driving his limb backwards with rapid force until his elbow popped out of the socket.

His laughing howl transitioned into a painful scream as he held onto his limp arm, eyes blazing with hatred. But before he could attack me, security was already dragging him and his third leg out the door.

Remi replaced the vacant space at my side with a low whistle. His white slacks and bare chest were freckled with fake blood that accentuated his silver eyes—which were gleaming with intoxication.

“Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

I fluttered my lashes as the bartender dressed as a nurse placed my cocktail on the counter, and Remi swiped the glass, sniffing the contents.

“Want one of mine?” he asked, offering one of the many syringes shoved into his waistband, the contents swirling with the club’s signature shots.

I scrunched my nose, shaking my head. “What is it?”

“It’s called Heart Attack.”

“Hmm, figures.”

Remi laughed, tipped his head back and squirted the shot down his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the action erotic and sensual. Unintentionally, my gaze tracked the movement.

“Sure you don’t want one?” Remi asked, cutting into my wayward thoughts. My eyes had caught on his chiselled abs and decided to make a home there, apparently. “You can lick it off me, if you want. Free of charge,” he finished with a wink.

I shrugged. “You’re the perfect male specimen, Remi. You already know that. No harm in admiring a friend, now, is there?”

It may have been a trick of the moving LED lights, but his silver eyes seemed to ignite at my admiration before they settled back into the best friend I knew. I rubbed the back of my lids, ensuring my vision wasn’t failing me, and Remi released a raucous drunk laugh, the sound joyous.

“Is it off-limits if I admire your sisters, then?”

I shifted following his gaze, spotting Micah and Emerson in the middle of the dance floor, revolving around each other as they swayed to the beat. I downed my drink like the bad ass bitch I was and grabbed Remi’s hand.

“If you want to keep your body parts attached, keep them to yourself,” I said before leading us through the flock of men that surrounded my sisters.

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