Jeremy’s absence forced me to reintroduce self-pleasure into my life, but what I keep in my drawer is nothing compared to this stuff. Slowly, I pick out a rose-shaped vibrator. It’s soft, made of silicone, in a shade of powder pink. I turn it on and giggle as I feel the vibrations making the device’s petals move, mimicking a sucking motion from the center of the blossom. I know exactly where this thing is supposed to go, and it’s making me wet just thinking about it.
“I never imagined you’d like it here.” Alex’s voice makes me whirl around in a panic, the rose still vibrating in my hand. He’s standing casually in the doorway.
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ll get out,” I reply and quickly turn the rose off, then dump it back in the drawer and make for the door.
But Alex steps in front of me, and he’s not alone. Max and Vincent join him in front of the door. I come to a halt in the middle of the room. I take a peek at the bed—round, covered in satin, and more interesting now that they’re here.
“I… I’m a little embarrassed.” I say with a nervous laugh. “I know I shouldn’t be here.”
“We didn’t say that. The east wing isn’t forbidden to you or any of our staff members, per se,” Alex says.
“True, but I was told you don’t like it when?—”
Vincent cuts me off. “When people come up here,” he says. “Consider yourself an exception.”
“Why?”
“Because I saw the look on your face just now with the rose,” he replies and steps closer. “You belong here.”
I slowly shake my head. “No, it’s just… I was just curious, that’s all. Consider my curiosity satisfied.” I add another chuckle for good measure, but even I can hear myself. I sound unconvincing because I am straight-up lying.
“Relax, Raina,” Alex says, a smile teasing his lips. “This is a safe space, a place for you to make your fantasies come true. Haus of Sin welcomes everyone who walks through its doors.”
“Oh, no, I’d never?—”
“You don’t have any fantasies you’d like to explore?” he asks, raising a curious eyebrow as he slowly but surely moves in my direction.
Max and Vincent hang back like tall, quiet guardians watching a hunt unfold before their darkened eyes, and I’m the prey. Alex—tall, handsome as hell and strong enough to twist me into a pretzel with little to no effort—is the predator. My heart’s on a rampage, the anticipation quickly building.
“I’ve never been the type to indulge in wild fantasies,” I admit, my voice breaking a little. “I didn’t feel safe venturing there. I guess I being a good girl has always been my cocoon, my comfort zone.”
“Lucky for you then,” Alex says, a low growl escaping his throat as he comes closer. “We like ruining good girls.”
The air around us shifts, and the world turns into something new, something deliciously dangerous, as my perception shifts with it. I suddenly become aware of the magnetism pulling us closer together. It’s too powerful to resist.
I peer into his eyes, drowning in their depth. The idea of ruin at their capable hands is the only thing I can think about as my lips part slowly. Alex clasps my chin between his thumb and index finger—his touch sends heat throughout my body.
He kisses me, and I quiver, liquid heat pooling between my legs.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispers.
I’m soft against him, melting, as his fingers trace the line of my neck, momentarily annoyed by my shirt collar. I don’t even register the moment when the fabric disappears or when he peels off my jeans and panties, revealing my naked flesh, his to do with as he pleases.
“This is so wrong,” I manage, but he knows I don’t want him to stop.
Glancing past his sculpted shoulder as he leans down to kiss my clavicle, I see Max and Vincent silently watching us, hungry looks in their eyes. The bulges in their jeans make me want more.
I knew about their habit of sharing women. I even imagined myself being one of the lucky ones one day. I just never thought it would really happen.
“Oh, God,” I moan as Alex takes a firm hold of my breasts,pushing me against the dresser. I hear the furniture shudder, but I don’t care.
“You can always stop me,” he says.
I shake my head and close my eyes as he removes my bra and closes his lips around one nipple. My core tightens, my breath hitches as I let him taste me, as his hands wander downward, touching, feeling, squeezing tighter and tighter until he reaches my hips. Then he stops and raises his head to look at me.
I’m trembling, burning up, and so close to the edge that I might fall apart and unravel before he even reaches my?—
His hand slides between my legs.
