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She slipped the hairpin into the lock, grateful it was a simple interior lock and not a padlock or something more complicated. Clearly Roman hadn’t foreseen the need to keep anyone even remotely determined out of the room, probably because until Ruby had come to stay, he’d lived alone.
She wiggled the pin, playing with the placement of its two points, closing her eyes to feel for the inner workings of the lock. Twice she thought she had it, but nothing happened when she turned it.
On the third try, the lock turned.
“Yes!” she said softly, feeling victorious.
She straightened and took a deep breath, then twisted the knob.
The room was dark, and she felt along the wall for a switch, flipped it, and was surprised when the room was bathed not in the harsh glow of an overhead fixture but in soft pink, clearly a result of colored light bulbs.
At first, her brain couldn’t compute what it was seeing. She scanned the room, taking it all in — the padded table with leather cuffs and straps at each end, the walls lined with an array of what looked like tools, the giant cross at one end of the room.
Then she saw the silk-covered platform — a minimalistic bed — and understood.
She sucked in a breath and stepped deeper into the room, her pulse racing.
She ran a hand along the leather table, lifted the cuffs, surprisingly heavy. She walked to the wall of tools that weren’t really tools — not the way she’d first thought anyway — and removed a leather flogger from its hook.
Pulling back her arm, she threw it forward, then jumped when she heard the crack of leather on the marble floor.
She placed it back on the wall and touched a hand to the other objects on the wall — nipple clamps and textured paddles, an assortment of feathers attached to various poles, collars and dildos and whips.
By the time she got to the cross — a giant X with cuffs at every end, clearly designed to strap someone to it — she was wet, desire surging through her body like a river about to jump the bank.
She was running a hand along the X when she heard Roman’s voice behind her.
“Something catch your eye?"
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Roman
He'd been beside himself with guilt when he’d walked out of the elevator, his mind twisting with the news of Valeriya’s murder — and there was no doubt in his mind it was murder.
This was his fault. He was the one who’d encouraged Valeriya to seek her freedom by eliminating her father.
He was a one-man wrecking crew.
He’d still been getting his head around the implications to his war with his father when he’d walked into the loft and found Ruby in the playroom.
Now he stared at her across the soft glow of the room, wondering what she was thinking.
“What is all this?” she asked.
He leaned against the doorjamb and held her gaze. “I think you know.”
She looked around. “You… you like to use this stuff during sex?”
“I like a lot of things, Ruby. As you can see.”
She shook her head. “But you never…” She licked her lips. “You never did any of this when we… when we…”
He lifted his brows. “Fucked?”
It was too simple a word for what it felt like to be inside her, to bury his face in her pussy until she came against his mouth.
She nodded.
