Deadly Sins by Mia Petrova |
Life was
difficult lately. It seemed that the only thing saving me from
borderline depression was the love of my mother. I had recently lost my
job and my boyfriend, and my only so-called friends were too busy with
their own lives to even bother to pick up the phone when I called.
Besides that, my dad had died of liver cancer three months before. It
was almost impossible to get out of bed in the mornings. So, when my
mother suggested I participate in a book club four blocks from my house,
I said yes. I owed her everything, even the breath in my lungs. When night
came, I started walking on the streets of San Francisco, listening to my
iPod, living in my own little world while slowly sauntering to the
famous book club my mother had talked about again and again. When I
arrived at the address, the place was nothing like I was expecting.
Instead, I found a nightclub called Red Cherry, which red shining neon
letters revealed at the front. I slid my
earplugs from my ears. “What the hell?” I murmured, starting to get
angry about obviously being at the wrong address. Sighing, I tried
calling my mom, but the bouncer on the front door of the club was
already staring at me funny. “Hey, pretty
girl. Do you want to come in?” he asked loudly. I hesitated while
waiting for my mom to pick up. “It’s cold outside,” he said with a grin. I rolled my
eyes at the fourth ring. “Screw it,” I whispered to myself and turned
off my cellphone. My life couldn’t get any worse than it already was. A
little excitement didn’t sound so bad. I walked to
the bouncer, who already held the black door open. I entered, and then
all I saw was darkness when the door slammed shut behind me. Startled, I
jumped, too scared to even take a single step. I called out for anyone,
but I got nothing back. Seconds later though, I saw a light at the end
of what seemed to be a very long hallway. I took long steps toward it. I
reached the lights and saw a half-opened second door. I walked through
it, and then bright lights invaded my eyes. At first, it
was too overwhelming for me to even think about what I was seeing.
“Wow,” I said, grinning while taking the whole place in. It was a
BDSM club. There were four cages holding single women inside them. Each
was completely naked except for the leather collar around her neck. They
danced while men, sitting around small round tables, watched them as if
they were prey. Neon lights of all kinds of colors rained down through
the entire club while rock music almost made the ground tremble. This
club wasn’t for talking apparently. As I shifted my eyes to the bar, I
saw there were men and women kissing, staring at one another, flirting,
wanting, searching for his/her specific other. To the left was a blue
curtain, almost transparent, and beyond this, couples were having sex.
I’ve never really explored my sexuality, so this environment struck me
hard, making me curious about what I could find inside this particular
club. I was about
to take another step when I found a male sitting on a couch, staring at
me with an inquisitive expression. His eyes looked dark from a distance,
almost black; his hair was long and brown. Everything about him was dark
except his skin, which was pale. His beauty was so striking that it
literally made my knees tremble. I couldn’t look away, too mesmerized by
how he licked his lips, as if hungry for something. A shiver ran down my
spine at the same time a deep sigh left my throat, accelerating my
breathing and warming my blood. I swallowed hard when the male rested
his elbows on his knees, moving muscles that looked hard and dazzling
beneath that tight, much-too-revealing shirt. He was surrounded with
talking, dancing people, and as the sounds were extremely loud, I
wondered how they were even talking to one another. They didn’t even
appear to be shouting. It sounded like a normal conversation. “Hey, you
can’t be here!” the male bouncer inside the club screamed harshly when
he saw me standing in the entrance. His gaze
assessed my entire body, as if my clothes weren’t right for the club. I
lowered my eyes and revaluated myself, realizing I was the only one in
the whole club who wasn’t wearing black leather clothes. I was an
outsider. “But the
other guy said I could come in,” I said, defending myself while pointing
to the first entrance behind me. “That
brainless fucker,” he cursed under his breath, seemingly too irritated
to even yell over the music. “Come on, little girl, you can’t be in
here,” he stated and grabbed my arm tightly. “Hey, don’t
touch me!” I screamed. I tried to get away from his tight hold as he led
me away. “You’re hurting me. Let me go, you filthy fuck!” I yelled and
spat on his face, too angry for being dragged like a freaking doll.
Besides, I didn’t want to leave. My curiosity about that peculiar man
made me want to do practically anything just to know him better. The bouncer
stopped, touched my spit on his cheek, and then his expression darkened.
Before I could even register his intent, he slapped me hard across my
face. I winced in pain while my black hair went flying into my eyes. His
grip on my arm tightened so badly that I knew it would be bruised later.
I swore he would hit me again, but then the bouncer let me go abruptly;
in a blink of an eye he was shoved to the nearest wall by the male who’d
been staring at me moments ago. “Touch her
again, and you’re a dead man,” I heard him say roughly. The bouncer
didn’t say anything, just stared at him with a deadly expression. “Did
you hear me, Frankie boy?” “Yes, sir.
Loud and clear,” he answered bitterly. It was hard for me to hear them,
but I made quite an effort to listen. “Now go do
your fucking job,” the alpha male said, leaving the other to stagger
away, leaving us alone by the entrance. I took several steps back when
he passed by me, which the alpha male noticed. “He’s not going to hurt
you anymore,” he affirmed, focusing his attention entirely on me,
leaving me breathless and ashamed of causing a scene. However, when I
glanced around the club, not even one single person was looking at us. I felt him
watching me, which quickly sent chills through my skin. “Thank you,” I
said, without turning my eyes to him. “You’re
bleeding. Let me take care of you,” he said in such a way that I was
forced to glance back at him. He was so
much closer than I’d thought he was, close enough to touch. “Oh.” A gasp
escaped me. His dark
eyes made me freeze in place. He was invading my personal space with his
extreme beauty and hard stare. Suddenly I felt lightheaded, leaving my
knees completely weak. I was about to pass out, but my hands went flying
to his chest, steadying me in place. “Sorry,” I
said when my head stopped being dizzy. “I-I didn’t eat anything today
yet.” Loss of
appetite was a sign of depression. “But it’s
night,” he stated, unexpectedly sounding very worried about my health. “I-I know
it’s night. I just…” I lost my line of thought when I noticed that he
was really paying attention to what I was saying. I wetted my lips and
tasted blood. “God damn it,” I cursed and touched my lower lip,
realizing that I was, in fact, bleeding from being slapped. “Here,” he
said, giving me a handkerchief. “It’ll ruin
it,” I murmured, but he just took the hand that held blood on my
fingertips and cleaned the red smears. At first
contact, I almost flinched from him because his skin was ice cold.
Instead, I moaned, making him gaze down directly at my parted mouth.
When he finished with my hand, I felt the softness of the handkerchief
graze my injured lip. “What’s your
name?” he asked while gently taking care of me. We were so close to one
another that the music seemed to be playing only around us. We seemed to
be inside a bubble, a very hot and intense bubble. As he was
incredibly tall, I glanced up, searching for his eyes. “Clara.” |
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