No, it went back to him.
He didn’t move like the others, he was solid as a rock. I focused in on him and found that force. It was his eyes. His midnight gaze was pure power. No, he was pure power. And he watched me—only me.
He was stable, unmoving, unrelenting, pure and unadulterated strength. When our eyes connected he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. It seems as if that movement brought him closer. His fierce gaze narrowed in on me.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was The Beast they all spoke about. He was king here. The power that came off him was unlike any other man in this room. He was so fierce, so angry, and seemed so dangerous.
He stole my breath. I had never been in the presence of a man like this. If not for the drugs that made me feel brave, I would have demanded that Crusher let me out of this cage. Instead, I decided to tease The Beast, and even though holding his gaze was like holding the sun, I didn’t turn away.
One of the girls sashayed over to him, and without looking away from me, he lifted his hand and waved her off. She turned to follow his gaze toward me, and for just a split second I was able to focus on her face before she became a blur again.
Coco looked back at me with a look of raw hate. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as my eyes fell back on the only one who was not a blur, the only one that was stable. She was jealous because he… the king, was watching me—only me.
Oh! That gave me such a high. I threw back my head and laughed toward the ceiling. What you think about this country mouse now Ms. Coco. And to rub salt into the wound, I let my eyes go back to his and slowly ran my hand down my winding body.
I was messing with fire. He reeked of danger. He was so far out of my league, yet it was me he watched, so why not give him a show. I was safe in this cage. He could not get to me. My eyes closed as pleasure shot down my spine. I can’t explain what it was like teasing a hungry beast, especially knowing that he couldn’t touch me.
It was like being watched by a lion behind the glass at the zoo. His consuming, hungry gaze washed over my body, leaving a flaming path in its wake. I moaned as a shiver went through my core.
Needing… I didn’t know what I needed.
But I needed it so bad it hurt. He leaned over and said something to the man that sat next to him that was dressed in a white linen suit. The man’s gaze fell on me, before he nodded and stood coming my way.
I never took my eyes away from the king. I felt like I was his, and he was mine. But that couldn’t be, because I was nothing but a country mouse and he, The Beast of New York.
The man in the white approached Crusher and began talking to him, gesturing toward me. Crusher shook his head no. The man laughed as if the big security guard had told him a joke before he went into his wallet and pulled out five bills. He then folded them in his palm and shook Crusher’s hand.
A moment later, the security guard opened my cage and reached in for me, wrapping his hands around my waist and lifting me out.
There was a small voice inside of me saying that this was wrong. But the loud voice in me was curious to see what did the man in white want. I looked up at his face but he was a blur that I could barely make out. I think he was handsome, clean shaven, unlike the king who had a full beard and long hair that was braided back on his head in cornrows.
“My boss wants to speak with you for a moment sweetheart.” He said taking my hand, leading me across the floor.
I scanned the room looking for Shanice but the lights were dimmed and all the girls were busy making money. He began leading me down the hall to the private lounge area.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
My spidey senses trying to cut on but the drugs were working hard to keep them numb. Lifting my hand, I rubbed the wall. Startled it was soft and felt good to my touch.
“Velvet!” I laughed as it caressed my fingertips.
The man looked back at me. I still couldn’t see his face clearly but he was shaking his head, chuckling to himself.
“Damn, you so sweet. I almost feel sorry for you.”
I frowned at the direction of his back. “Why?”
“The Beast is going to devour you, little one.”
I laughed at his words, but there was something inside me that said I should be afraid.
“You make it sound like I’m a piece of pie.” I cracked myself up.
He chuckled shaking his head again.
“Funny you should mention pie, because my boy got a killer sweet tooth.” Stopping at one of the closed doors, he looked down at me.
“Chocolate pie, that’s how you’re going to feel when he’s done, hmmm, I’m jealous. Suddenly, I’m hungry for some chocolate pie as well.”
He opened the door and I walked into the room. I thought about him calling me chocolate pie, it reminded me of my pa-pa. He used to call me chocolate chip when I was a little girl.
Walking further into the room, I was thrilled to see that the walls in here were red velvet. In fact, everything in here was velvet except for the mirrors. I
