"You cheated." I say with a disgruntled huff that Mr. Nasty n*****s ignores. I inhale slowly and gain control of my unfulfilled body.
Curious eyes follow us. Damian takes in everything with a sweeping gaze but for the most part ignores the patrons. The entire club is lavish and even smells delicious-leather, wood oil, and s*x-nothing like the Mediterranean. Everything looks new, expensive, and clean. The lighting is perfect and the music in the background subtle with a heavy bass. A group of kinksters sit on low couches playing cards in the lounge. Subs kneel at their feet-some naked and others barely clothed. This is the world of pleasure and money-my world for a short time.
What surprises me most is everyone is not beautiful with artificially enhanced body parts. There's a pretty, plea
