What Happens in Vegas...After Dark by Lauren Dane Page A

Ryan.”
    Though I couldn’t recall closing my eyes, or for that matter fal ing asleep, Deitre’s sultry voice taunted from the fringes of my subconscious. There was also pain there. Too damned much pain. And exhaustion.
    My pulse beating slow and thready, I shut out the ache to open my eyes. The lids wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t lift my hands, either. Solid weight trapped my lower half in place, and I wasn’t even sure if I could move a muscle.
    “Open your goddamned eyes!” she barked this time.
    Like they were controlled by some external force, my eyes snapped open. Hurt, raw and consuming, ratcheted through my head and along my prone body. Blurred faces swam into view against a backdrop of semidarkness. Deitre’s face hovered a foot or so above me. Dozens of others registered past the smog that could be a film covering my stinging eyes as easily as a fog of humidity. I couldn’t make the faces out down to the detail, between the darkness and that film, but what I could see resembled a hodgepodge of the impossible.

    Some misshapen, ears with points instead of curves and multiple eyes where there should have been a lone one. Some covered with dark, coarse hair that resembled that of a wolf. Some pale green to the extent I expected to see Frankenstein scars covering their temple and plugs sticking out of their neck.
    All were faces I’d only seen in movies or imagined in my worst nightmares.
    I had to be dreaming. Some twisted nightmare of a dream that was a side effect of letting Deitre shove that butt plug up my ass. Any moment now I would wake. She would be sitting on the living-room floor, naked and with her thighs spread to reveal her slick sex, looking hotter than sin and ready to climb onto the couch and do me.
    I had no energy to do her. Would she let me off the hook this time?
    “There is no hook!” The words snapped out from above me.
    With effort and a resulting stab of hurt in my temple, I pulled my gaze from the creatures around me to Deitre’s face stil hovering a foot away. Now, it was more than her face, though. Her entire nude body was there, those gorgeous tits on ful display and her hot, toned thighs straddling my upper legs and registering as the weight that trapped my lower half in place.
    A devilishly wicked smile curved her lips as she took my cock in hand. My naked cock.
    My hard cock.
    Yeah, this had to be a dream. I could never feel such intense pain and fatigue and still have an erection bucking for more than just her fingers.
    Her smile intensified with every fervent stroke and each of my shaft’s eager pumps.
    The carnal edge vanished completely then, and it seemed only evil turned up her glistening, cherry-red lips.
    “You’re not dreaming,” she voiced tauntingly, the wickedness in her smile reflected in her hostile tone, the Southern seduction missing in action. “This is happening. All of this is happening.”
    What was “all” supposed to entail?
    Hel , it didn’t matter. Neither did my exhaustion nor the pain. I had to be seconds away from succumbing to alertness.
    Waiting out my escape from a bizarrely hellish slumber, I turned my head to the right and assessed my surroundings again. More pain sizzled through my neck with the move.
    Only, Christ, this wasn’t just pain. This felt like someone had driven a set of nails through my jugular and left a chunk missing from my neck in the process.
    “There is no waking, Ryan. There is no better,” Deitre goaded, again in that chillingly hostile tone, as she leaned forward.

    Pressing her breasts against my chest, she did something with the wet flick of her mouth at my neck that increased the sizzling pain until my eyes clamped shut and my breath hissed out on a ragged exhale.
    Against my wil , my eyes slammed back open a second time. The hazy film was gone. A hundred mingled voices and the throb of blatantly carnal music lifted on the air as my surroundings came into detailed view. A club of some type, furnished richly, the