Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I don’t bother pointing out that I never really had an obligation to him to begin with, that he
forced this whole arrangement and I’ve been an unwilling participant every step of the way.
He doesn’t bother remarking on it any further, either.
Since I’d rather watch the city lights out the window than talk to him, that’s what I do. Focusing
on the sights instead of thinking about the rest of tonight seems the safest thing for my mental health.
There’s no point wallowing in the inevitability.
Sure, I could spend the car ride tense and wondering when tonight will actually end. If it will
end. I told him when this date ended he wouldn’t get another, so what if he decides to kidnap me like
he said he would before?
Is there even a chance of me returning home to my apartment tonight, untouched by him?
A vision springs to mind of me in this ball gown, trapped in that dungeon with the door that
doesn’t open.
It occurs to me as we drive along Fifth Avenue that I should probably be watching to make sure
he doesn’t take me back there. It would be a fitting end, I suppose, but given the things he said about
that club, I’m afraid to go back. If I refused to enter, would anyone even believe me, or would they
just think it’s part of our roleplay for me to be so reluctant?
Something tells me he’s crafty enough to convince them it’s a roleplay.
It probably wouldn’t be hard given I am wearing a ball gown.
Crap.
Concern flickers across my brow. Calvin glances over and sees it, but he does nothing to ease
my mind.
I don’t know where the sex club is. I’m not great at directions. I know we didn’t come this way
that first night, but I was coming from a club in a different part of town, so that doesn’t mean anything.
“Where are we going?” I finally ask, once the dread gets too heavy and I need relief enough to
speak to him.
His dark gaze lands on me. He doesn’t answer immediately. He keeps me waiting a moment, then
says cryptically, “You’ll see.”
Well, that was no help.
I cross my arms and sit back in the seat, pouting a little. Inexplicably, this seems to please
Calvin, and his eyes spark with heat.
My stomach jumps with nerves. Whatever I did to stir his interest I want to undo it, but I’m not
sure what it was. I uncross my arms and stop pouting immediately. I start watching out the window
like I was before, but I can still feel his gaze on me. I can still feel the heat. Whatever I awakened,
there was no undoing it, and for the rest of the car ride I get the feeling it takes every bit of his