Their Kitten: A Dark MFM Romance

“What the hell, Tristan?” Talon paces the pavement of the parking lot in front of me, raking nervous hands through his dark locks. “We said we weren’t using names!”

I run a hand down my face and force out a breath to keep my own frustration contained.

“Don’t you think I know that?” I grit out.

Talon continues fussing, but I can barely hear what he’s saying over my own jumbled up thoughts. What the fuck was I thinking? It’s not like this was the first time we’d gone to Purgatory. We never make this kind of mistake—I never make these kinds of mistakes. Talon and I can’t afford them.

“Did you hear what I said?” Tay exclaims as he snaps his fingers in front of my face.

I blink and focus my gaze on him. “What?”

“She knows us.”

Three simple words have never held so much weight. My brain wants to reject the idea, but I know that I can’t. I can still see the horror and disgust that filled her gaze after I said Tay’s name, but it was the recognition that shined the brightest.

She definitely knows us.

I sigh deeply and lean against the side of my BMW. We’ll be fucked if it gets out my brother and I are involved in sex clubs, and that we’ve bought a woman’s virginity. As heirs to the biggest real estate company in the city, everyone knows our family. If the woman we were with actually knows us, a scandal like that will be bad for business.

“We don’t know that,” I finally say when Talon continues watching me expectantly. He scoffs in response.

“You saw the way she fucking reacted, dude.” He shakes his head as he rubs his temples. “And you used my nickname, which not too many people know unless they’re close to us.”

The worry in his eyes reflects how I also feel. He’s painfully fucking right.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.

I push off the side of my car and pace the pavement, my mind moving a million miles a second. How could I have been so fucking careless? I try to think of who the woman could possibly be, but draw a blank. It’s obviously not a woman I’ve slept with before, since she was a virgin. The longer I stand here, the more I wish I would have forced her to take her mask off. She said her safe word right when I reached for her, ending the opportunity to reveal her identity.

And not recognizing her is dangerous.

I force myself to try to remember if she has any tattoos or distinguishing marks, but the only things I can conjure up are the steamy memories I have of her. I can remember those big doe eyes looking up at me while she swallowed my cock, tears glittering on her lash lines like pretty sparkling diamonds. I can recall how soft and warm her skin felt when I dug my fingers into her hips. Goosebumps rise on my arms at the memory of her tight, soaking wet pussy squeezing my cock as her pained yet lustful whimpers imprinted on my mind.

“Can you fucking focus?” Talon snaps.

I grind my teeth and tuck the heated memories away in order to focus.

“I’m thinking,” I reply in a huff. “She doesn’t look all that familiar. We don’t know anyone with purple hair, do we?”

“What if it’s a wig?” he muses.

“You ran your fingers through it. I’m sure you know what a wig feels like.” I press the heels of my palms against my eyes for a moment before dropping my arms with a sigh. “We need to talk to Lucian. He’ll know who she is.”

“Do you think he’ll actually give us that information?” Talon lifts a brow. “You know how he is about client privacy.”

I shrug. Lucian’s confidentiality agreement is one of the best things about this place, one that allows us to remain protected whenever we decide to have a little fun. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Once we explain the situation to him, I’m sure he’ll understand and make an exception,” I say. I can only hope that our relationship with him will work in our favor. As long as the woman remains a mystery, we’re at risk of being exposed.

The last thing we need is to have our dad on our ass about “corrupting the family reputation.”

Talon and I make our way back into the club. We weave through the people milling about on the main level as we make our way to the hallway holding the offices. My feet move on autopilot to Lucian’s office, Talon knocking firmly on the door when we approach it.

“It’s open!” Lucian calls out from the other side. Talon looks at me, and I nod, both of us entering the office. Lucian does a double take when he realizes it’s us, his eyebrows raising a little in surprise.

“Did something happen?” His gaze bounces between the both of us. “You guys should be upstairs, correct?”

“Who’s the girl we paid for?” I ask, cutting to the chase.

Lucian stares at me for a long moment.

“You know I can’t tell you that.” He leans back in his seat and folds his hands in his lap. “We have a confidentiality agreement for a reason.”

“Yeah, well, this is special circumstances,” I say through gritted teeth. “You know we can’t afford for anyone to find out that we’ve come here, let alone find out that we paid to take someone’s virginity.”

“And they won’t.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Talon takes a single step forward in an effort to try to diffuse the situation before it escalates. “We think the woman might know who we are. She kind of freaked out when Tristan used my nickname, so we need to know if she’s someone we need to… deal with.”

“Basically, we need to know who she is to ensure she doesn’t come back and try to blackmail us for a bigger payday,” I say. “So we need her name. Now.”

Lucian sighs deeply, the passive expression on his face never wavering.

“You guys know the rules,” he simply says again. “We don’t tell the women your names, and we don’t tell you theirs.” He leans forward and shuffles some papers on his desk. “Besides, she didn’t get any money, and she has zero proof it was you… unless you didn’t wear your masks. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“She’s not a risk I’m willing to take,” I hiss.

Frustration bubbles underneath my skin. We aren’t going to get anywhere with Lucian. His confidentiality agreement is a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing when it works for us, but it has quickly turned into a pain in the ass when we need information. I run a frustrated hand through my dark hair as I think.

Talon glances over at me, his eyes seeming to question what to do next. Then, a thought comes to me.

“Negotiate a new deal with her then,” I say. I can feel Talon’s confused gaze on me, but I keep my eyes trained on Lucian.

He raises an eyebrow as he regards me. “What makes you think she’ll want to do this again? Didn’t she use her safe word?”

“She only used it when we were trying to get her to take her mask off,” I mutter. “Renegotiate a deal with her and tell her we’ll pay her double the amount she would’ve made today for two hours.” I suck in a breath. “But this time, we do it downstairs.”

No one says anything for a while. There are all kinds of stories that surround this place, and the majority of them involve the lower level of the club.

The level that’s known simply as Hell.

The upper level, where we originally were, is Heaven. Everything on that floor of the club is light and consensual, with rooms to play out every kink under the sun. But Hell… that’s different. Dark. Dangerous.

There are no limits, no rules, and no safe words when you go down there. There’s a joke among members that Hell is where the damned go to play. There are people who’ve gone down there and have never been heard from again, people fulfilling their darkest, most violent fantasies on both willing… and unwilling partners.

To most people, Hell is a frightening place, but I know it’s the only place we’ll get the information we’re after.

“She’ll never agree to that,” Lucian finally says with a frown. “If she used her safe word in Heaven, why the hell do you think she’s going to let you take her down to Hell?”

“You’ll be surprised what the desperate will do for money.” I smirk.

Talon rubs the back of his neck. “Can you give us a minute, Lucian?”

He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the office, closing the door behind him when we step out into the hallway.

“Are you sure about this? With the way she lost her shit earlier, I don’t think she’ll even consider another deal—especially one down there.”

My brow creases in confusion. “What do you mean, am I sure? You see that Lucian isn’t going to give us what we’re asking for, so we have to take another route to get to the truth.”

Talon releases a deep breath, his eyes sweeping the hallway before they settle on me again. “This is Hell we’re talking about. We know the shit that goes on down there. You think scaring her is gonna help?”

“We’re not scaring her.” I release a deep breath. “Two hours downstairs with no safe word. Enough time so we can take her mask off and figure out who she is.”

“And what if Lucian refuses to do that?”

“Then we can make things hard for him,” I say simply.

Talon rolls his eyes. “He can make things hard for us as well. He has just as much dirt on us as we do on him.”

He leans against the wall.

“If we’re being honest, she’s not technically a virgin anymore… since we fucked her. Four hundred grand is a lot of money for a name,” I point out.

He gives me a lazy shrug. “We pretty much got her virginity for free. Maybe Lucian is right; she can’t prove that it’s us. Maybe we’ll be fine.”

“You want to bet your future on a ‘maybe?’” I narrow my eyes on him. “The money is a small price to pay for what could happen if she runs that pouty mouth.”

I tighten my hands into fists at my side and lower my voice. “It’s a small price to pay when the alternative is Dad fucking finding out what we’ve been up to.”

The muscles in Talon’s jaw tick as he stares at me with his nostrils flared. He sighs. We both idolize our father, wanting to make him proud by carrying on the family company that he built from the ground up. It’ll kill me to disappoint him. If something we recklessly did ruins his hard work, I won’t forgive myself. So if it takes paying more money to get information that will give us peace of mind and keep our sins in Hell, four hundred grand is a price I’ll pay gladly.

“Yeah,” he finally agrees. “All right then. I guess we can try to get her to accept a new deal.”

I nod and open the office door. Lucian’s eyes follow us as we re-enter. Talon glances at me briefly before narrowing his gaze on Lucian.

“As Tristan said, we’d like to make a new deal with her. Two hours in Hell. No safe word. Four hundred thousand dollars.”

“You can remind her that we’ve already taken her virginity and left her with nothing,” I add. “Be sure to ask her if she wants her sacrifice to be in vain.”

Lucian’s lips curl up into a mischievous smirk as he slowly nods.

“Okay then,” he says. “I’ll present it to her and get back to you.”

We give him our thanks and excuse ourselves from his office. Neither of us says anything until we’re outside of the club and heading back to our cars.

“Think she’ll accept the deal?” Talon asks after a while.

If I’m being honest, I can’t be too sure. Aside from the fact that she may know us, Hell has its own reputation that causes people to want to stay away from it. But if she’s desperate enough to sell her virginity in the first place, my gut tells me she may be open to salvaging whatever she can so she’ll know she didn’t pop her cherry for nothing.

“She won’t have a choice,” I say.

I’ll find out who she is, whether she’s a willing participant or not.

Because I always get what I want in the end—no matter the cost.