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He grins. “Sure, whatever,little girl.”
“Stop calling me that,” I growl, and he laughs, opening his door and starting the car.
I follow suit; I pull off my mask and glare at him as he pulls away from the curb. “Why are you such an asshole?” I mutter.
“Was that a question because it sounded like a statement, which I will gladly agree to?”
“Prick.”
“Guess what, princess, we’re going to the club.”
My heart thrashes in my throat, my pussy clenching around nothing with the possibility of relieving some tension. The thought of Gabe is a welcoming one, but one I’m not ready for.
“Do we have to go there?” I whine, grabbing the bottle of vodka and chugging the contents.
“Gimme that,” he says, snatching the bottle from my hand. My eyes go wide in fear of him throwing it out the window. I need those fucking drugs if I’m going to Clandestine Moments.
But Acheron surprises me, bringing the drink to his lips and starts taking a healthy swig. I blanch as he takes another drink, seeing the cloudy residue swishing in the bottle, the only sign there is drugs in there.
Acheron drinks, but it’s not often that he dabbles in drugs. I hesitate, wondering if I should tell him there was ecstasy in there or not. But when he lets out a whoop, it quells the anxiety inside of me.
He pulls over at the side of the dark road, trees shrouding us from oncoming traffic, and fear rises inside again as he jumps out of the car. He goes around the back and pops the trunk, then comes back around my side with some clothes for me. I look up at him in confusion and he shrugs.
“Justyce gave me some clothes for you in case things got messy. Get cleaned up because you can’t go in looking like that.”
Looking down at my clothes, I wince when I see the blood splatter all over my tank top and chest. He offers me his hand, and I step out of the car and undress quickly, all modesty out the window as the pills take route.
Glancing down at my skirt, I can’t see any blood, probably because it’s black. I shimmy out of the tank top and grab the wipes offered to me, wiping the blood off my chest and arms. Placing the long purple deep v shirt on, I toe out of my Converse and wipe them down quickly as well.
Turning around, my breath catches in my throat when I see Acheron a foot away. He reaches up, and my heart pounds heavily, and it sounds like a stampede through my ears.
Acheron brings up his hand, and there is a wipe in it. He carefully swipes across my face, and I close my eyes at how nice the coolness feels sliding over my hot flesh.
I hear a crunch and open my eyes, noticing his stepped back. “That’s better. Get in the car.”
Moving quickly, I close the door and sit back in the seat. He offers me the bottle of vodka, and I take it gladly, taking another drink and allowing the liquid to slide down my throat nicely. We hand the bottle back and forth between us, and my eyes take in the blurring darkness around us as we drive.
Warmth floods through my system, a sort of happiness swishing and pooling inside of me, forcing me to smile.
Tonight would be a good night; I just knew it.
Chapter20
Raine
We arrive at Clandestine half an hour later, both of us laughing and retelling old stories from our youth. Acheron parks the car and moves around to my side, wrenching the door open and yanking me out.
“Let’s play, Rainey.”
There’s a lightness about him, and a sliver of guilt works its way through my happy fog, urging me to tell him about the pills mixed with the vodka he drank on the way over. However, when I look up at him, his lapis blue eyes are sparkling with devilry and contentment, so I decide to hold off a little longer.
We’re called to the front of the line as soon as the bouncer notices Acheron, and we’re ushered through, much to the people left standing in the line’s chagrin.
With my arm linked in his, we walk through the doors, and the smell of sex slams into me, making my core clench in anticipation when I look around at my surroundings. Like the last times I’ve been here, there are people fucking all over the place; others are watching, whacking off, or parading their subs around while the couples and orgies happen on stage.
Heat and electricity spark around me, fusing together and making me feel like I could climax from walking alone. Acheron leans in, whispering in my ear, and my body draws tighter than it already was.
“Fucking hot, isn’t it, Rainey? Fuck, I feel so fucking good, too fucking good…” He hesitates, looking down at me with a question in his eyes. “Did you…?”
