Page 30 of King of Clubs

A ripple of interest went around the room at his news, and I felt myself shrink away from their prying eyes. Ransom grasped my leash and dragged me back to his side, putting me on display. He shot me a wicked grin, then motioned for his revelers to be quiet.

“Yes, yes, you know what that means—one of them has to go! So place your bets, ladies and gentlemen! The Bunny Bondage Games are about to begin!”

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ChapterFive

ALICE

The Bunny Bondage Games?

What the actualfuckhad I just gotten myself into?

The crowd roared as Ransom tugged on my leather collar and escorted me into the heart of the casino floor. The Tweedles followed close behind.

I wasn’t getting out of this...whatever it was.

Games of pleasure and games of chance came to a halt as Ransom cut a path through the crowd. Even the exotic dancers stopped twirling on their poles to watch, their attentive eyes glittering behind their bunny masks. The scent of sweat and sex and excitement permeated the air, forming tendrils of arousal that coiled low in my belly.

Ransom’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his eyes gleaming with wicked promises as he leaned down to speak to me.

"Welcome to my playground, little bunny. Are you ready to play a game?"

The residual scent of strawberries and my pussy lingered on his breath, reminding me of the twisted pleasure I’d just experienced at his hands. Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory of coming for him, coming in his lap. I wanted to hate him, but his magnetism was a drug.

If I wasn’t careful, he’d become an addiction.

He’d consume my every waking thought.

I had to fight it while I still could.

I straightened, tilting my chin up in cocky defiance.

“Not really...my king. I’m ready for Netflix and a glass of wine.”

I was nowhere near ready for whatever depraved games this incubus had in store. I still didn’t know what an incubus demon was, but I was leaning strongly toward ‘infuriating and twisted sex freak.’

"Such fire," he chuckled, clearly amused by my attitude. "Let’s see if it serves you well in the competition.”

My heart pounded against my ribcage as the guests swarmed around us, evaluating me in hushed, excited tones.

“Strong legs...this new girl seems built to run and climb,” one of them said, eyeing my lower body.

“Or hold on tight for the ride of her life!” another guest laughed, and started counting out gold chips.

They were placing bets on us contestants—Ransom’s sex bunnies. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I was now one of them.

We stopped in front of a giant boxing ring that could’ve held at least thirty people. Maybe fifty. The same gold bunny emblem from the club’s doors was printed on the center of the black mat, with gold posts and ropes to keep the contestants inside.

I swallowed hard, acutely aware of the weight of the bunny ears and the mask hiding my face from everyone. My only comfort was the fact that I was completely anonymous.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen...and bunnies," Ransom announced, his voice dripping with sinister charm as it filled the room. "Tonight’s first challenge of the Bunny Bondage Games is...a pillow fight!”

Cheers and cries of excitement filled the space around me, and more money and chips changed hands.

A pillow fight? I couldn’t help but scoff at the idea. How could something so stupid and childish be part of this twisted competition?

“Seriously?" I said, rolling my eyes at Ransom. "A pillow fight? What’s next, a game of musical chairs?"

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