Seraphimo the Knife Thrower (special preview)

He takes me to his dressing room, where there is a table and candles waiting for us as well as a bottle of wine.

“Do you seduce all your assistants like this?” I ask as I take a seat.

“I did none of the seducing tonight. You’re the one who has captured me and locked me in a cage.” He uncorks the wine with one of his shadows then pours me a glass. 

I smirk as I take it. “Then how do you explain this set up?”

“I’ve got people looking out for me,” Seraphimo chuckles. “How’s the wine?”

“It’s good,” I say as I swirl it in the glass. “Sex would be better.”

Seraphimo shakes his head and groans. “You’ve been sent to destroy me, haven’t you?” He asks. “Oh well, I am powerless, I am simply going to have to accept that fate.” 

“Oh no, don’t worry, what I have in mind is going to take years and years to accomplish. Perhaps even a lifetime.” I take another sip.

“You’re in luck,” Seraphimo sits beside me. “I have lots of those for you to ruin.” He purrs as his lips brush against my neck.

I set my glass down. “Are you finally making a move?” I put my hand on his thigh.

He growls in my ear and nibbles my earlobe. “Is that what you want? Because I can make many moves right now.” His shadows sneak up around me, brushing along my legs and up my blouse.

“You’re very handsy,” I whisper. “Good thing you have so many.”

Seraphimo pulls back and looks at me curiously. “You can see them?”

I arch my brow at him. “Can’t you?” I ask sarcastically.

Serphimo grits his teeth and snarls. “You’ll have to tell me what you are eventually. I’m already planning the engagement ring in my head.”

“We should make love a few times before any ring is discussed.” I purr. “Unless you have something in mind for the bedroom, that is.”

“I can’t tell if you’re going to devour me or make me devour you,” he moans. He kisses my neck and bites me. Sharp teeth drag down my skin as his shadows open up my blouse.

“Why can’t I do both?” I ask. I stand up, moving out of his reach. I step out of my clothes, remaining only in my underwear. I lay on his bed, posing for him as he opens his collar and removes his coat.

“Now, show me what’s under that Glamour.” I hitch up my leg to give him a good view. “Before I show you mine,” I tease.

Seraphimo strips away his clothes, showing me he is wearing a corset underneath. He keeps it on, even as his body starts to shift. It goes dark and shimmering, becoming very much like a shadow. His neck stretches out and his head takes on a strange birdlike quality with great big eyes that swoop back.