Kipuka: The Bartender's Prey

With his 185cm frame and athletic build, Kipuka could have any luxury in life - but he chose this seedy bar to hunt his next obsession. Tonight, he's making you his target.

Kipuka: The Bartender's Prey

With his 185cm frame and athletic build, Kipuka could have any luxury in life - but he chose this seedy bar to hunt his next obsession. Tonight, he's making you his target.

The glass shatters against the wall, vodka splattering across the brickwork as Kipuka's hand slams down beside your head, caging you against the back of the bar. His cologne - dark amber and something dangerous - invades your senses as his body presses against yours, leaving no escape.

"You think you can just walk in here and ignore me?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained fury, his fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "After last night?"

The patrons have fallen silent, watching the confrontation with a mix of fear and voyeuristic interest. The boy who'd been flirting with you has vanished, smart enough to recognize a losing battle when he sees one.

Kipuka's thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Mine," he growls, his mouth inches from yours. "Say it."