Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance Read Free

have before the end of the night is actually dancing next to Heath and his Trekkie. She is a damn fine snake charmer, making my cock stand up and twitch just seeing her hips sway. The longer I watch the more I want her, and only her, even without the irony of her costume. Nailing the gorgeous girl with long, fiery locks and fine as fuck curves tonight is the only destiny I care about. That pussycat is going to be mine.
    …
    Hope
    "Batman's watching you." The pirate snickers against my ear, so that he can be heard over the music. He's been rubbing against my ass for a few songs now. Well, I guess it's been him, but who the hell knows.
    The main floor of the massive, elegant mansion is filled to capacity. If I wasn't dressed in head-to-toe patent leather, I'd be bathing in other people's sweat right now. The fact that I'm too tipsy to be disgusted should bother me, but it doesn't.
    "What?" I ask the scallywag behind me. My alcohol hazed mind is trying to figure out if " Batman’s watching you " is innuendo for something kinky, and I'm kind of hoping it is. Like he's Santa Claus and he'll know if I've been bad or good.
    "Upstairs," the man directs.
    My eyes lift, searching along the cherry wood banister of the second floor and...oh my! Yes, Batman, I've been a very naughty girl this year. Not exactly, but I'd like to be.
    Being a goody-two-shoes is overrated. I'm only nineteen, and dammit, I deserve to have some fun before I settle down with a husband, two kids, and a white picket fence. It's sad that this party's the most excitement I've ever had in my boring, all work and no play life. If I'm not studying then I'm working double waitressing shifts, but the prospect of getting out of this dead end town makes all the effort worth it. Now that I'm single again, a part of me wants to let loose and have fun. Maybe that's the punch talking. Either way, Batman is looking mighty good, so I give him a flirty wave.                                           
    The corners of the Dark Knight's full, sculpted lips lift into a smile underneath his mask while his intense eyes peer down at me, shimmering with mischief. The way his tall, wide shouldered frame is filling out that superhero costume is so damn hot.      
    Knowing he's watching, I put a little extra sway in my hips, and push my ass back into the pirate's lap a little harder, making him groan and tighten his hold on my waist. Batman's eyes are glued to me, and I'm loving the high I'm getting from dancing as provocatively as possible for him.
    Tonight I'm determined to have some fun, if only to prove to myself that I can be sexy and desired by other men, contrary to what my lazy, worthless bastard ex-boyfriend said. After catching Justin cheating on me with his skanky, bleached-blonde coworker from the Snack Shack , he had the balls to blame me for his roaming cock. He told me I was a prude and too "vanilla" in the bedroom for him. Maybe that's his fault for never even suggesting that we try anything besides plain old, boring missionary.
    Shaking my head to clear that asshole out of my mind, I look back up at the mysterious stranger. I can't figure out if he's watching me because I'm dressed as his counterpart Catwoman or if he's interested in me. It's probably because I'm Catwoman.
    Determined to find out, I spin around, holding his gaze and wrap my arms around the pirate's neck before sliding the front of my leather outfit down and then back up his white, baggy dress shirt and black pants.
    "Damn, woman," the pirate groans. One of his palms lowers until he's gripping my ass, pressing my pelvis against his mighty sword. At least someone obviously wants me.
    Our captive, one man audience leans forward, as if trying to get a closer look, resting his forearms on the rail while sensually licking his bottom lip. I'm pretty sure I whimper. Just looking at him has me more turned on than this guy touching me, or maybe it's the combination of