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Another guard, this one hulkier than the last, held the velvet doorway wide and welcomed her with a dry smile the second her spiked heels touched the floor of the main room.
Black leather covered everything and nothing here was imitation.
Well, except for her.
She pushed deeper into the room and made her way to the far corner where she collected her tray and began her night.
A snap of a whip against flesh rent the air causing her skin to tingle and an uncontrollable shiver skate the length of her body. Her nipples hardened behind the thick leather of her bodice as the members fell under the heady spell of sex intoxicating the large circular room.
Lights burned low and the evening moved into full unabashed sin.
One submissive after another gave over control to their DOMS. There had to be two dozen members participating in an open orgy while fellow hostesses mingled among the crowd with their trays of packaged cock rings and condoms.
She had to hand it to the men who operated the place, they didn’t miss a detail.
Everything from the domed ceiling to the carpeted floor screamed opulence and sex.
Cursing herself for getting caught up in the allure of the night, Rhia ducked her head from fear of being detected. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt the growing sensation in the knots of her stomach of being found out.
The heavy weight of her curls slipped over her shoulder, and she used that moment to let the shadows of the dimmed room mask her. From there she watched like she had since day one, trying to determine how this place tied back to her family. More importantly, how men like Volkov and those in his criminal circle tied back to her and her father’s murder.
So far nothing, but she watched and waited. Desperate for an explanation or clue as to why her life lay crumbled around her feet, destroyed yet again.
Deep, soul-stirring, rhythmic music pulsated through an undulating crowd; pushing and pulling against invisible cords that forced the high-rolling and equally corrupt occupants to sway and grind.
The scent of leather and sex, rich and heady, poured through the room like molasses catching everyone in its sweet allure.
One unabashed woman lay across a leather bench, her hands cuffed to a metal bar. Three men feasted on her delicate mouth before strong hands flipped her around to her knees.
Rhia looked on as one of her lovers sank balls deep into the woman’s dripping channel, teased a few moans, and pulled out leaving her ready for the next. Another already taking advantage of her gasping opened mouth. And back and forth they went.
Rhia shivered. The orgy wasn’t something new, but she could feel the weight of their attention following her as she made her rounds among the members.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, robbing the air from her lungs.
Husky moans twinned through the warm bodies to settle over the large room. The provocative sounds pulled her attention and for a few seconds she gave in despite the dangers, letting her gaze touch on a woman with a man’s face buried between her legs. While another took one man in her mouth while a woman used a dildo to wring out a screaming orgasm from her.
She should be embarrassed looking on as men and women fucked in front of her, but the allure of letting go so profoundly glided along her senses. Every cry, every moan, or sound of leather slapping against skin made her own swell with heated desire. She couldn’t pull her gaze away.
These kinds of fantasies belonged to people like the ones in front of her. No way could she hand over control—or trust— so freely.
Fear and determination forced her to knock her thoughts away.
She raised her chin and caught a slight movement beyond the glass wall that separated her from the men she stalked.
Rhia’s heart rattled violently in her chest. Finally able to pull her attention away from the scenes, she turned her face upward, and there they stood. Their piercing eyes leveled downward. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from the sight of their all-consuming presence.
The four mafia kings.
Dark. Ruthless. Powerful.
And her enemies.
Had they ever taken women here in the open? Exposed their darkest desires for others to see? She doubted it.
Men like them kept their lives private, but she was about to crack their world wide open for the world to see and every last king would pay handsomely for ruining hers.
She only had to figure out how.
