Corruption (2 page)

Kitty passed the
dark, almost obscure looking club. If someone wasn’t from here, didn’t know what it actually was, one would think it was closed, rundown, out of business. But she knew what it was. Everyone in town, hell, in a hundred mile radius knew what it was.

Club Corruption.

The two windows in the front were blacked out, and the only indication of what it actually might be was the large, dark
CC
hanging above the door. But the sign wasn’t even lit up, wasn’t showcased. This club was exclusive, elite even, and she knew big names, bad names frequented it. What was inside wasn’t a mystery either, but she didn’t know the specifics, wasn’t sure she even wanted to.

Kitty stopped, stared at the front door, knowing it was better to keep moving, to keep her head down, and not draw attention to herself. But hell, it was hard not to be curious, not to wonder what would happen if she tried to walk through those doors. Would they let her in, like a pack of ravenous wolves about to devour the sacrificial lamb? She knew the local MC gang, actual ravenous wolves, owned part of this place. Their badass, corrupt, and dangerous reputation should have had her running in the other direction.

Kitty ran her hands over her thighs and pictured what danger could be lurking inside. She knew this BDSM club had hardcore sadists inside, those wanting to beat the flesh off a masochist, wanting to make them scream…bleed for them.

A shiver worked over her, and she tightened her hold on her backpack strap. This twisted part of her wanted to just go in there, let them do what they wanted, because at least that pain, that degradation, would make her feel alive…would be
real
.

That would be the epitome of living on the edge, not knowing what would happen, but being a willing participant to it all.

But before she could move away, head back to her crappy little apartment, alone with the sounds of the city around her, the front door opened and out stepped this man—shrouded in shadows. The only thing she saw at first was the brightly lit tip of a cigarette, or maybe a joint, he had between his lips. He stopped, inhaled deeply, and even from this distance, she saw his massive chest rise and fall.

When he lifted his head and all she could see was the glowing whiteness of his eyes, she knew this wasn’t a man at all, but a wolf.

Shifters were normal in her world. They were feared, controlling, and anyone that thought to challenge them usually came up dead. But in this part of town the criminals outnumbered the good guys, and the shifters could make the worst of humanity look like a walk in a field of flowers.

He inhaled his joint, which was probably what it was, his glowing eyes watching her. Speaking of his wolf genetics, this man could shift right now, become this massive, towering wolf that was far bigger than a natural,
normal
animal, and devour her. No one would miss her. No one would even know she was gone. She was just Kitty, the stripper…the one no one would miss.

Finding a strength she didn’t know she had at that moment, Kitty turned, and made her way toward her apartment. She felt this awareness, felt this zing of electricity, this intensity. It was all because of that man, that animal that watched her.

Another shiver wracked her body, stole her breath. She hadn’t felt this alive, this aware in a long time. And that danger, that promise of what might happen if she tempted the wolf, made her want to be his Little Red Riding Hood.

V
ic couldn’t believe
that he was following the little morsel that had tempted him outside of Corruption. The scent that had come from her had called to him in ways no one outside of the pack ever had. He’d never been a man, or wolf, to go hunting for humans. They broke too easily for his pleasure. The woman who had stared at him had caught his attention, and he’d not been able to hold back. He followed her scent all the way to a rundown apartment building.

The wolf within him didn’t like the apartment complex where she lived. Fuck, he didn’t even know the bitch, and she was causing him and his wolf problems.

He should be at Corruption, picking a woman to torture for the night. Instead, he was hunting the female who’d captured his attention, and now he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Vic needed to have her. He needed to see what her full ass would look like, bare, and covered in welts that he’d given her. Two of his favorite toys were the whip and the bamboo cane. The more evidence he left the better.

Not only had he been attracted to the scent she’d given off, the woman had been turned on by the club. She’d been curious about what was inside, and when he’d looked into her eyes, he’d seen that she had a desire for it, a lust to see what was inside, to sample, and just explore what it had to offer.

If she didn’t want to play, she shouldn’t have gone near the club and stopped to take it in, she shouldn’t have been interested. She should have kept her head down, her eyes on the ground, and not bothered herself with what Corruption had to offer. That small spark of interest was what had lured him to her. He followed her up the multiple flights of stairs to her shitty apartment. She probably paid a fucking fortune for the place.

Vic stayed behind, waiting for her to shut the door. He closed his eyes, opening his senses, and heard her fumbling around the apartment, tripping over her table. She’d worn the crappiest clothes he’d ever seen on a woman, but it hadn’t taken away from her natural beauty. Whoever the woman was, she was a looker all right.

She’d look so damn good strapped to a spanking bench for the club to see. The wolves would do anything for a taste of her ripe pussy. She smelled…clean, which seemed impossible for the neighborhood she’d been walking in. In his world, nothing was clean. Nothing was pure.

Knocking on the door, he listened, anticipating seeing her beautiful face. Of course, this wasn’t something he should be doing; he shouldn’t have followed a female home just because she was curious about Corruption. The truth was her scent had inflamed him, aroused him, and had him curious for more. He always relied on those instincts to see him through, to make the right decisions, and they’d never steered him wrong. He was going with his gut now, too.

Her door opened, and she recognized him, that much was clear by the scent in the air and the expression on her face.

“Yes?” she said.

He didn’t wait to have his way with her, to corrupt her. “Why don’t you come to the club?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play coy with me.” She shot him a glare, and it only served to make him smile. “I’ve got a whole club of bitches to play with, but I want you, and judging by the fact you were curious enough about Corruption to stop and stare, to stare at me, I know you want to play, too.”

“You followed me.”

“Points for you.”

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts. Without shame, Vic checked out her rack. She was packing some great tits. His wolf started to wake and pay attention.
That’s right, boy, look what’s on display.

This woman was on offer, a sweet offer to him. Every word he spoke, turned her on.

“Get the fuck away from my apartment,” she said.

“Playing hard to get?”

“Go fuck yourself.” She went to slam the door closed. Vic stopped her, by pushing his way into her apartment. The moment he stepped over the threshold, her scent saturated him, surrounded him. He felt the lightest of touches from her hand on his forearm, and Vic knew what his problem was. He knew why he was obsessed with this woman with only a glance.

She was his fucking mate. She was the one female out of the whole world that was destined to be his. It had to be his fucking luck at finding a human bitch to be his.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her up against the wall, and invaded her personal space. Surprisingly, instead of fighting him, she arched into his touch, trying to get closer to him. Her body knew that he was her mate, even if her mind couldn’t comprehend it. She wanted him, desired him, but she was fighting with herself because this was invasive, new, sudden.

Her arousal was so damn strong that it took all his effort just to think.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m going to have a little taste.” He inhaled the scent coming from her neck.

Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and her pulse pounded. She was aroused, but she was also afraid. Good, she should be afraid of him.

Keeping her arms locked above her head, Vic smiled as she stopped trying to fight. The woman didn’t have a clue what was happening to her body, but he did. Her body and her mind knew its master. He was the one destined to control her, to take what he liked, and to give them both pleasure and pain. The last thing Vic thought he’d find when he followed the young woman home was his mate.

Flicking his tongue across her pulse, he heard her moan. Her body shook, and she took several deep breaths, clearly fighting whatever pull he had over her.

But this was mate with mate, and the undeniable need to be with the other, to be claimed and owned, to dominate, to submit, raged war in both of them.

“You know what Corruption is all about, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “You should let me go. You need to let me go.” She closed her eyes. “God, what is happening to me, why am I feeling this?” she said to herself.

“Why would I let you go when your pussy is soaking wet at the idea of being with me? You may not like this, pet, but you want me. Your body know who I am, and there is no fighting it.” Keeping her hands locked above her head with one of his, Vic used his other to stroke down her arm, before resting his hand around her neck. She kept taking deep breaths as he held her. “I could kill you right now,” he murmured to himself. “Snap your thin, pretty neck with a flick of my wrist.”

“They have sniffer dogs for men like you.”

“You know I’m a wolf?”

“And a biker. Only wolves and MC members hang around at Corruption, that is unless the women are being beaten.”

“Oh, pet, you’d be surprised how many of your kind love to hurt women. They love to cause so much pain, and there are so many men and women more than happy to let them hurt them. We make them hurt, and they come while we do.” He drew his fingers down her chest to her nipple. The beaded tip pointed at him, begging him to touch. Running his palm in a small circle over the tip, her clothing obstructing his touch, Vic smiled. She gasped, trying to hide it. Instead, she was biting that lip of hers, trying not to pant for him to take more than what she was offering.

When he was satisfied that she was in the zone, he pinched her nipple, hard. He twisted a little, and the woman in his arms splintered apart, crying out. The scent of her cream filled the air, and Vic smiled. “That’s just a taste of what I can do to your pretty little body.”

“What do you want?”

“If you want more, want your mate to have you getting off, come to Corruption tomorrow night. I’ll show you exactly how good I can make it for you.” He released her, stepping away from her body. Vic made sure she didn’t collapse after he let her go, that her body was hers once more. He left her there, standing against the wall, her body flushed, her pulse still racing.

Walking back to Corruption, he took a seat in the back room, and watched as one of the pack punished one of their women. They all had their own way of punishing a misdemeanor within the pack, and Vic got a lot of pleasure out of seeing the punishment dished out. He stared up at the stage. The scent of sex and blood was heavy in the air.

He wondered if she’d give him a chance, or if she’d run before he could taste her, not that she’d run far. She was his mate, and she was lucky that he’d walked away from her tonight. Most mates didn’t walk away, they took what they wanted, and he wanted her.

Kitty was kicking
herself. Why was she feet away from Corruption? She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t ever step foot inside a club like this, yet here she was, outside and waiting to go in. A man and a woman just entered the club, and she didn’t have a clue if they were shifters or human. But it didn’t matter, because they were going inside to engage in their own form of play while she stood out on the sidewalk.