The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) by Sorcha Black Read Free Book Online Page B

He sifted through some milk crates found another mic then plugged it in.
    “Why do I need a mic? You heard me without it earlier.”
    “Barely. We need to hear what it’ll sound like when we’re performing. To see if it works.”
    Say a dug her toe into the carpeting, not pleased. She nodded anyway. A moment later Winter handed her a glass.
    “What’s this?”
    “Courage with ice in it. Don’t worry though. It gets easier.”
    “Drinking hard liquor?”
    “Yeah, that too.”
    S aya smiled and Winter grinned back, catching her off guard. It wasn’t that Winter had been unfriendly, she’d just seemed uninterested in getting chummy until now. Although watching the guys wrestle had been a weird, hot shared moment.
    She hated straight liquor, but she tossed it back and tried to pretend that her mouth and throat weren’t on fire. Her eyes watered but she struggled to catch her breath. To her mortification, she started to cough. Smooth, Saya.
    Winter chuckled and patted her back. “I’ll put mix in the next one.”
    During the next hour, Winter fed her mixed drinks between songs, until she was far more relaxed than she ever expected to be. She was used to performing for the public when she was dancing, but this singing thing wasn’t going to be easy after the booze wore off.
    It was like being at a metalhead karaoke night, if there was such a thing.
    Her voice and Mack’s wove around each other, sometimes harmonizing, but often discordant. Sounds they produced prickled her neck, and made her skin crawl. She felt her way along the music, often singing a moment off beat to give Mack’s words an eerie echo.
    When they stopped for the night, Mack grabbed another round of drinks and they all kicked back in the living room. Saya sat by Master’s feet, and Mack moved the coffee table against the wall and sprawled out in the space he’d made in the middle of the floor. Winter got up to call for pizza, then sat next to Saya when she returned, leaning back against the couch.
    “Well done, baby doll ,” Winter commended. “Who knew such a creepy effect could come out of such a sweet-looking girl?”
    Saya turned toward Winter then froze. When had Winter’s face gotten so close to hers? She held her breath, stared into Winter’ s eyes, then nervously licked her lips.
    “Uh... Thanks.” She shifted back a little but Winter tilted her head slightly and leaned in, like Saya was an interesting little thing that had just caught her attention.
    “Do I make you uncomfortable, Saya?” Winter’s smile was threatening somehow, making Saya feel defenseless.
    She dropped her gaze and fiddled with her half-full glass of alcohol. “I’ve never been one of the cool girls, Winter. I don’t know how to play games and I’m not the kind of person that has clever things to say all the time.”
    Winter laughed and moved her face back a few inches. “ Look at me, Saya. I’ve never been one of the popular girls and I don’t expect my friends to be like me. Everyone is their own kind of weird.” There was a slight slur to her words.
    Was Winter drunk? Saya smiled and nodded . Her own head was swimming and the combined alcohol on their breath was probably sufficient to pickle anything reckless enough to walk between them. Not that there was enough room to walk.
    Her gaze roved back up to Winter’s bottom lip and the two rings there. The stainless steel piercing the soft flesh was a sensual violence that kept drawing her eye. Up close she saw small circular scars here and there on Winter’s face, where other piercings had healed over. Now there were only the two in her bottom lip, one in her septum and one eyebrow pierced. She’d had more metal at some point.
    “What are you looking at?” Winter smirked.
    Before she could stop herself, Saya reached out and brushed a finger over a few of the other girl’s tiny piercing scars then realized what she’d done and wrapped the rogue hand back around her glass. “Do you have a lot of