Bozena and Sveta (Neuripra) by Poppet Page A

body.
    It hits me with such force that I can't breathe. Winded, I have lust coating my insides in merciless ferocity. It is uncomfortable.
    I slip off the bar stool, knowing it's time for air. Afraid to go outside, I'm heading to the ladies.
    Pretending I can't feel the weight of his stare, I wander as gracefully as I can manage, out of the hub, into the passage, speeding up to bullet into the cloakroom.
    Inside it, surrounded with scarlet velvet opulence, I sag against the cool wall, pressing my hand over my ribcage, trying to calm the wild drumming of my heartbeat.
    That was some powerful attraction.
    Hot with a capital H. Sexy with a capital S. Bad with a capital Fuck Me.
    Washing my face, sipping water, I wait for the heat to calm down and for my composure to slip back into place. Happy with my appearance, I hook my long black hair behind my shoulders, primping before the mirror. Content with the black jeans, boots, and v-neck long sleeved tee, I nod to myself and head back for the door.
    By the time I get back to my wine he'll be gone.
    Guarding my thoughts, employing a charade, I know it won't be long before my date arrives and I'll be riding into the night on the back of his bike, holding to lithe hips and resting my cheek on the wide V of his back.
    Hold on tight to your sanity, Zena. Be a good girl and hopefully later you can be all bad.
    Back in control, I strut into the passage and head toward the bar. It's a long corridor and my chances of getting there just got smashed.
    I'm abruptly halted by the body that sags against the wall, blocking my path. Casual and arrogant, he props a hand on his hip, resting his head on the leathered forearm up against the wall supporting his weight.
    “You lost?” drawls intimately to me.
    He speaks to me like a lover, flirtatious and clandestine.
    “Do I look lost? Fuck off.”
    Dipping to escape under the arch made by his body and arm, he seals the gap with a chiseled chest.
    Could that waistcoat be any tighter? He looks like he melted it onto his body. Even with his jacket on, it does nothing to hide the machismo aimed at me, showing off and draping sexuality all over Pravus's wall
    “ Need a chaperone?” he asks, giving me a deviant smile.
    My courage is diminished by his stature and menace.
    “No. Get lost wise guy.”
    I know enough to keep my true thoughts hidden from the supernaturals in this place. Snapping back, I try to flee around the other side of him, but he moves, filling the gloomy passage with his height and broad shoulders.
    Hemmed in by him, his stance is that of a man about to tackle, ready to overpower like a hand to hand combat expert.
    Fucker!
    Surveying the blockade of muscle, I'm disappointed with the construction boots on his feet with their obvious metal caps glinting like switchblades in the semi-dark.
    The only weak area would be a knee to the groin, except I don't think violence will get me out of here unscathed.
    There's only one thing for it, charm my way past him.
    Lurching back against the wall, I stare up at him with my game face on. “Where's your date?”
    His smile is skew, and cute. “She makes me work for my pleasures. She doesn't show until she thinks I've suffered her penance long enough.”
    Bending closer, he mumbles next to my ear, “If she had her way, I'd be enrolled in self-flagellation classes and learning to crawl over shattered crystal.”
    Twirling my hair into a ringlet around my finger, I suck on my lip, giving him the coy attentive audience mask. “Wow, she sounds like a real bitch. Does she bite?”
    “ Bite?” His laugh is scornful. “She broke her fangs in months ago. Now I'm her personal scratching post. She doesn't cum until I'm bleeding onto her fingernails.”
    “ You like pain, huh?” I smile.
    His left shoulder inches up in a wry shrug, “Depends.”
    “On what?”
    “ Who wants to do the hurting.”
    His smile is now so sharp it could slice constellations.
    Unsure, I wonder how I can get past if he gets