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6.
The beat of the club music mirrored that of her heart. The deep bass pounded into Selina's ears, thumping vibrations reaching down into her very bones.
She loved it.
There had been more than just a simple change. There had been a transformation. Selina Kyle was a different woman now. The same name, the same body, the same desires, but her recent crucible had made her anew. The trial had defiled her... and then
rejuvenated
her.
Before she was Catwoman. But now? She was Catwoman
unleashed
.
Tonight she was wearing a different skin. Her black suit, so tight and shiny and sexy, was left at home. In its place, Selina donned garb that was no less alluring... but covered quite a bit less.
Her clubwear was a minidress, ruched and black as midnight. Tight to her body, clinging to the proud contours of her figure, her flat tummy, her hips, her full breasts. Cradling them like a lover would. The sleeves were long and sheer, possessing the consistency of dense smoke. The skirt was short, ending at her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her long, sensual legs bare. The square neck dipped low, baring her collarbone and offering a tantalizing hint of cleavage.
And upon her neck, a band of black fabric. It matched her dress well, but that wasn't why it thrilled Selina to wear it. It was
underneath
that sent a wicked shiver through her body. The gift with her name on it.
Roman's
gift. The very same that had made her his.
The man in question was seated less than a foot away. Right beside her in their private booth. The club was his and this particular spot was reserved for him and him alone... as well as any company he wished to bring.
Tonight, it was Selina. And she knew well that she was his most prized guest of all. She could see it in his eyes as he looked at her, his sharp gaze burning now with the ravenous hunger she had become more than familiar with. Selina knew then that she was going to get fucked that evening.
The thought
exhilarated
her.
The music continued to boom loudly, almost deafening. The beat pulsed through Selina's veins, stoking the heat within that much more. Feeling daring, she scooted closer to the man in charge. Gotham's top dog. Closer until her hips touched his. The smirk on his face told Selina she had him.
She draped herself upon his flank, sensual curves pressing into his firm shoulder. She gazed up at him with starry eyes, her ruby-red lips spreading into a dazzling smile.
"I think it's time we turned in, no?" She managed to speak over the thumping DJ.
Roman's grin remained, but the heat in his eyes was blistering now. He slid an arm around her waist, his hand settling nicely upon her hip. His fingertips just barely reached past the hem of her minidress, teasing at her bare thigh. Selina hummed, squirming closer into Roman.
"Pretty eager to get me alone, aren't you?" Roman rumbled. Selina loved the way his words vibrated deep in his chest.
"It's been such a long day, Roman." Selina purred, sliding a hand up his chest. She delighted in the firmness of his lean body beneath the dark dress shirt. The material was soft, smooth, but Roman was warm and
hard.
"I want you all to myself."
Her desire was clear. Her touch was gentle, but becoming stronger. Her hand slipped from his chest, dropping lower. Fingers played at his gut, feeling up the muscle there. Selina was practically in Roman's lap then, their faces inches apart. And still she smiled so innocently, batting her eyes like some lovestruck sex kitten.
Roman breathed, in and out. His nostrils flared, a moment passing as he considered her offer. His grin grew a tiny bit, his eyes flashing with dark intent. He began to slide out of the private booth. Selina followed, her heart racing as giddy excitement rushed through her body.
He offered a hand, helping her to her feet. His thumb brushing over her skin was like splendid fire. She wanted to drag him down to the floor right then and there. But this was his show, his domain. With the pleasures she knew Roman could give her, Selina was more than content with her new place.
She watched him tap the shoulder of one of his men, a tall, thickly built fellow in a dark suit. Roman spoke loudly to be heard over the music and the dancing crowd.
"I'm taking this somewhere private." He told his man. "Keep an eye on the club for me."
"Sure thing, boss." The goon nodded.
And that was that. Roman was already cutting his way through the sea of his patrons with Selina in tow. She let him lead, strutting close behind with her hand in his. Selina beamed, feeling eyes upon her. She knew damn well what kind of figure she cut in her club dress. She could almost sense the desire, the
want
being directed towards her. It thrilled her... but not as much as the prospect of her very near future.
All these people, the drunken clubgoers and dancers, they could look upon her body and desire to their heart's content. But only Roman would truly have her.
There was a private room waiting for them in the back. And there Selina Kyle would be enjoyed the right way. There she was going to get
fucked.
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The private room was a place Selina had already become familiar with. Located in the loft, it was furnished with chairs, a sofa, even a bed. Every one of Roman's clubs had one. A home away from home, anytime that the Black Mask found the need for one.
A time like tonight. Selina yearned for his touch, his hunger. She would make him unleash it all upon her. Roman wouldn't be going home. He wouldn't have the energy for it. Selina was going to drain him of it. Every last drop.
Selina wasted no time. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, she threw herself into his arms, catching his lips in a deep, searing kiss. To her delight, Roman was stunned for only a tiny moment before taking command. Their tongues danced, then dueled, but it was a short battle. A battle Selina so loved to lose.
With his arms coiling nice and firm around her waist, Roman led them deeper into the room. They remained locked together at the lips, devouring and being devoured. Selina moaned into his mouth, bliss rising in her heart... and desire growing hot in her belly.
Roman's hands roamed. One rising up her back, taking her by the back of her neck. The other traveled downward, past the small of her back, taking a bold handful of her buttocks. Selina moaned again, the pitch rising an octave. Roman groaned in turn, his fingers sinking into the plump flesh, digging through the fabric of her dress. All the while, he urged his groin into hers. Selina let out a tiny gasp, feeling the hardness of his rod through his pants. Like an iron bar, long and thick. A shiver rolled down her spine. She could hardly wait to see it in the flesh again.
"You want it bad?" Roman broke the kiss, growling less than an inch from her sore, puffy lips. His hot breath tingled on her skin.
"I do, baby. I need it!" Selina whined, melting into his arms.
Only a man with a cock like Roman's could make her legs turn to jelly. No matter how fierce the Catwoman claimed to be, she couldn't deny her kryptonite. Her wonderful, wicked addiction.
"Damn." He chuckled. His groping hand continued its work, playing shamelessly upon the softness of Selina's rear end. "It's only been a couple weeks and you're already hooked."
"The right man can really change a girl, Romy." Selina breathed out, hot and needy. Her arms wrapped tight around the back of her lover's neck. She gave his lips a tiny peck, nipping gently at his lower lip. "You seem surprised."
"I'm satisfied. After all... I'm the guy who collared the Catwoman."
A wicked thrill danced through Selina's belly, spreading up and out through the rest of her body. Every inch of her felt like a livewire. Her mind went to the band of black fabric around her delicate throat... and the deliciously twisted secret it hid.
A symbol of her betrayal. Of her rebirth. And of her new life.
"It wasn't the dollar that tamed me, stud." Selina whispered, taking his lower lip between her teeth again. She lashed her tongue against it before letting him go. A giggle bubbled up in her throat. "But you already knew that."
Arousal flashed through her insides, splendid flames licking at her skin. Roman led them closer to the bed, both of his hands moving to her waist. Selina hummed, enjoying the way his thick fingers pressed into the small of her back.
It was Selina's turn to grope this time. Looking Roman dead in the eyes, her hand dropped between his legs. She sought out his rod, feeling his hardness, his thickness through the fabric of his pants. Even hidden away under layers of clothing, there was no denying his enormity. This was the cock that had brought Catwoman to heel.
She pressed gentle, teasing kisses to his chin and jaw as she massaged him through his pants. Her slender fingers enclosed around the pipe straining against the fabric, drawing a deep groan from his lips as she began to pump him. She only managed a few strokes before there was a knock at the room's door.
The voice of one of Roman's men carried through, somewhat muffled. But his words were clear enough for them both to hear.
"Boss. Company here to see you."
