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“Yes. I’m ready.” I look between all three men. “I don’t want to back out. I want this. With all of you.” I let them hear my sincerity.
I point to the contracts. “I’m ready to sign.”
With the task complete we leave the signed papers on the table. “We’ll see to it Raja files these away.”
“Trust us. We will protect you and guide you.” Gage slides my legs down until I’m standing. He takes my face in hand as Aziel begins to peel the sides of my robe aside. Rush tugs the knot and in one sweep I’m standing naked in front of them.
Rush is to the side with Gage in the front and Aziel behind me. His aroused cock teases the seam of my ass. “Another virgin cherry to pop. Could you be any more perfect?” His growl of hunger is pure and raw. The dark tinge of his pupils expanding makes my body ache for his brand of loving.
Their robes join mine and I can’t take my eyes off the perfection of their bodies. Gage’s cock presses into my stomach and I reach for him, wrapping his length with my fingers. The moan that tumbles from my lips at the feel of pre-cum wetting my fingers has a predatory smile moving over his lips.
A masculine voice comes over the surround sound system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mirror Room. Club Sin invites you to enjoy a carnal delight performed just for you.”
Eleven
Belle
“It’s time.”
Gage takes my hand and leads me to a black curtain on the far side of my changing room. When I spotted it earlier, I thought there was another changing room on the other side. That is not the case. Tingles of anticipation scatter throughout my body when he brushes it aside and I get a glimpse of what awaits us.
Aziel and Rush are behind me with Gage taking the lead. Goosebumps brush over my arms and the beads of my nipples turn rock hard under the blast of cool air piping in from overhead.
Turns out that the big black curtain leads to a small walkway that ends at the edge of the stage in the center of the room. A very large room.
“Why is this Room Two? I thought the kinky pleasure rooms were only upstairs.”
“Since it has a bed, it has a number.” Gage winks at me. “It’s known as the Mirror Room to the members.”
“Oh.” I guess that made sense.
From where I stand at the edge of Room Two slash the Mirror Room, I see a large bed draped in a swath of black velvet on the raised platform. A large overhead light pours white light over the prop. Beyond the light is a hushed crowd who appear as nothing more than shadowed silhouettes dotting the vast darkness beyond. Soft low-fi beats drench the room with a sensual vibe. Mixed in with the throbbing base are soft moans of pleasure. It seems the members of Club Sin are getting started without us.
We start to walk. Gage signals to a man in a booth just out of sight of the viewers. Mirrors are pinned to the walls and the ceiling and I catch the sight of me standing between my men.
Not mine, I remind myself. They are just borrowed for a time and I am going to use this time to find myself.
Either way, we look stunning together. Maybe I can paint them some time because they are pure works of art with their chiseled bodies and delicious dips and contours. The light catches so perfectly on every single hard line of their bodies.
I catch the eye of my cousin who is gearing up her laptop in a back booth. I spy the Southern Alliance here tonight, too. They do not have eyes for me or the show. All three men are here for my cousin. And she is completely unaware.
The second we reach the edge of the stage the overhead light dims to black and then the spotlight is filtered to focus only on us as we step up onto the stage. The few faces that came into view now fade to murky shadows and my attention is on the three men in front of me.
They take my hands and lead me to the bed. Aziel pulls my long hair to the side and Rush smears oil all over my body. It’s warm, soothing, and makes my mouth water.
Cherry and cinnamon.
Dark eyes focus on me and I fall into Gage’s heated, spellbinding gaze. “If you ever feel fear or what this to end, the word queen is your safe word. Let me hear you say it.”
“Queen,” I say breathlessly. My pulse sizzles. Hell, my whole body does.
“Good girl.” Rush’s big hands keep me balanced when I kneel at the end of the bed. His touch glides up the curve of my ass, making me tremble. I won’t lie either, feeling the heat of the crowd’s eyes on my body has liquid heat spilling down my thighs.
Fingers find the underside of my breasts and my eyes shutter closed.
Aziel makes a tsking sound. “Eyes open, beautiful. You need to see this,” he husks in such a low timbre I feel it in my core like a caress. His hand is on my throat, the pads of his thumb settling over my pulse point.
