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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