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“Right, and the humans realize they’re partaking in a mass orgy with a bunch of nightworlders.”
Ruin tsked. “There are no mass orgies in my club in the party room. Not that night, anyway. Those are scheduled and by invite only.” He laughed, but I couldn’t tell if he was serious.
He probably was.
“Humans don’t suspect that we’re any different, but they are very aware of the sexual activities they’re partaking in.” He stood and sauntered to a wet bar on the left, grabbing a full bottle of bourbon. “As for their souls, no one is allowed to take enough to kill or leave the human a soulless void. Not in my club. I don’t put up with that.” He returned and sat on the couch next to me, opened the bottle, and filled our glasses.
Some humans would be perfectly fine getting it on with supernatural creatures. Dozens of fantasy shows and books depicted them as hot, sexy beings who anyone would fall all over for a piece.
Ruin sipped his drink and then licked his lips. Okay, a lot of nightworlderswerehot and sexy.
I cleared my throat before I started drooling over him. He was a demon, for shit’s sake. “What was that purple stuff they shoved down my throat? Some other type of Rapture?”
Ruin ran his finger along the brim of his glass. “It’s a stronger version my alchemists created for nightworlders.”
“Well, I tried it and didn’t like it.”
The demon lord lifted his pierced eyebrow. “Are you referring to yourself as a nightworlder now?”
“Of course not.”
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to accept that you’re one of us.” Ruin chewed on his bottom lip, his lids lowering to half-mast. “And I find it hard to believe you didn’t enjoy any part of the Rapture experience, especially after Fane took you home.”
This slick demon had to bring that up.
As images of those rough, steamy moments in the shower surged forward, heat spread over my body, and I pressed my legs together as a throb pulsated between them. I snatched my drink off the table and gulped all of it, wishing the burn of alcohol was strong enough to turn those memories to ash.
I absentmindedly rubbed my neck tattoo while replaying the moment Fane bit me in the shower and caused an eruption of bliss.
Ruin’s chuckle yanked me out of my wicked daydream. “I thought so.”
I punched his chest with the side of my fist as I tried to fight the flush overtaking me. “Shut up.”
“That man’s a sexy beast.” He grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass. “I don’t blame you.”
“I’m going to need more alcohol.” Getting drunk and lowering my inhibitions with the demon lord of Savannah was not the smartest idea. But it was better than thinking about Fane Maverick all night.
* * *
“Put these on.”Ruin dropped onto the coffee table, yanked my sneakers off, and shoved a pair of hot pink legwarmers over my black leggings. “Enjoy the Silence” by Depeche Mode blared from his speakers. “The gloves next.”
I groaned but humored the demon lord and pulled on the fingerless leather gloves bedazzled with rhinestones. We’d polished off that bottle of bourbon and moved on to whiskey. Once I finally achieved a buzz, my worries drifted off. They’d return in the morning, but for now, I just wanted to forget everything.
“What is your fascination with the eighties?” I asked as he tugged me up and spun me.
Ruin sang a few bars of the chorus before he answered, flipping his fedora in the air. “The eighties were bitchin’. The best time before technology got all crazy and everyone became glued to their phones.” He thrust his pelvis as he danced, his shirt almost entirely unbuttoned at this point, revealing his tattoos.
The guy knew how to move, that was for sure.
“I had three Lambos, but my DeLorean was the shit.” He grinned. “I still have my DeLorean. We should go for a ride sometime.”
“What the hell is a DeLorean?”
Ruin darted toward a table against the gray wall on the right and snatched a framed photo before jogging back to me. He stabbed his finger at the weird silver car he stood next to in the picture. “This is a DeLorean.”
“Oh, it’s the car from that old movie.” I snapped my fingers, trying to remember the name. “Back in Time or something.”
“Back to the Future.” He pointed to the other guy next to him with waves of flowing golden-brown hair to his shoulders. “Do you know who this is?”
