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“To whoever is willing to pay and follow the rules.” He leans closer to my ear, his hot breath fanning my cheek and only adding to the fire burning brighter within me with each passing second as the men start to thrust into the woman in what seems to be a synchronized rhythm. “They have special passes to enter here and each room has its own set of rules. That one,” he points at the door next to us, “you can enter it anytime and join whoever is inside, but you can’t look from the outside.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You either participate or you don’t get to enjoy it.”
“They must pay millions for this.” I can only assume what kind of kinks people in other rooms have.
“It offers privacy and indulging in their vices as much they want, plus everyone signs the contract. Perfect place to be yourself without reservations.”
“And you reap the benefits.” There is no doubt in my mind that all these people belong to the elite and they use their preferences and choices should the need arise, or simply blackmail them with it.
The Four Dark Horsemen never show mercy, they use and abuse those they deem guilty.
It becomes so hot the more I watch the threesome and I finally manage to snap out of my stupor and step away, turning around. “I need to go.”
He motions with his head toward the glass door showing us our reflection, and I wonder if it’s the exit and want to question him when I hear heavy footsteps echoing through the space, coming from the other side of the hallway.
What if it’s someone we know?
I quickly jump inside and when Florian shuts the door behind us, I huff. “This is impossible.”
Because I’m in a freaking room with no escape, with a single bed right in the middle, a bar on the right corner, and a bathroom.
There is also a small table filled with various sex toys from vibrators to floggers to…what hell is that? My limited sex knowledge didn’t expose me much to all the possible toys and I hate being the clueless virgin here while I fan my cheeks, because it’s really hot.
What the hell is going on with me?
It’s like my skin grows taut and everything inside me is on fire the more I think about the threesome from earlier even though I could never imagine being with two men at the same time.
And condoms.
So many condoms.
“What is this room for?” He takes off his jacket and throws it on the table, knocking off some toys. “Designed for another kinky fantasy?”
“No. It’s our private room. Reserved for the owners.”
Dread replaces the heat and coldness nips at my skin at the admission. “So this is where you guys fuck women?”
Anger crosses his face which surprise me, but his tone stays even despite the coldness seeping from his words. “No. It’s never been used. I don’t engage in kinks with women.”
I hold back the snort because, please. Out of all the dark four, he is the most likely one to have preferences for kinks since the other three never whored around compared to Florian. “Then why do you have it?” I shouldn’t ask him that considering, according to my lie, we’ve just met and he owes me no explanations, but I can’t help it.
“Clients have more trust toward the owners if they think they share their tastes when it comes to sexual escapades.” He goes toward the bar and grabs a bottle of whiskey, flicking it up and pouring himself a drink. “It’s just business, princess.”
“Right.”
Relief washes over me at hearing this because it means I don’t have to stand in the same place he fucks others, but it doesn’t change anything.
I do a double take when I see a man wearing just sweatpants and holding a paddle as he strolls through the hallway, and only then do I realize that the doors are see-through from the inside as well. “Everyone can see what we are doing here?”
Florian drinks his whiskey, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the action and bringing attention to his dark four tattoo. “Not unless I press the button.” He fishes inside his pant pocket and shakes a little remote. “Otherwise we can just see the outside.”
This evening has been bizarre from the very beginning and the longer I stall, the bigger my lies grow and the trap closes in on me.
If he discovers my true identity now…God knows what he’ll do, so I need to find a way to make him lose interest.
And unfortunately, there is only one way to assure that.
“I’m a virgin.” His glass pauses midway to his mouth at this and he stills, his emerald eyes focusing on me as my cheeks heat up because admitting this out loud feels…embarrassing. “I’ve never done anything with anyone.” I decide to keep the fact I kissed only once prior to myself. A girl deserves to have some pride. “So if you brought me here for a little fun, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” I roll back my shoulders. “I’d like to go now.”
I sound like a broken record at this point.
