Page 32 of Ruthless Reign

Her words bury under my skin. Kira’s heart is in the right place, but knowing what good sex looks like is the least of my concerns. Still, I can’t help but be the tiniest bit curious.

So far, my experience of sex has ranged from okay to terrible. Before Anatoly, I dated a few guys. There was no one I was serious about, but I messed around with a few guys. Hands and mouth. Nothing mind-blowing. I always thought it was a nice idea to save myself for my future husband, which is very old-fashioned, but this was back when I was still a die-hard romantic.

Anatoly ruined that idea for me. The deeper my hate for him goes, the more repulsive it is having to go down on him or jerk him off. I picture a life of blow jobs where he holds my head still and fucks my mouth with no regard for my pleasure. I imagine he’ll roll on top of me, shove himself inside, and roughly take what he wants.

The thought of having to sleep with him, well, ever, leaves me dead inside. But I don’t have to feel dead right now. Maybe tonight, I will do what Paulina suggested. Let go and enjoy myself.

Could I really do that?

Kira’s hand lands on my arm, pulling my attention back towards her. “We can leave if this is really not your thing,” she offers.

I swallow past the tightness in my throat. “I don’t want to leave.”

Her face lights up. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm.

“It’s not gross. I swear.” She bites her lip. “Maxim and I have been here before. Several times, actually.” Her eyes glint as she links her arm through mine. “The spectacle alone is… Well, I guess you’ll see for yourself.”

A thrill coasts over my skin. It’s one night. One night to be free, to forget the real world and live in the moment.

Heat blooms at the base of my neck, and I turn around to find Roman leaning casually against the bar, a drink in hand. In that split second, something unspoken zips between us—electric and charged.

My heart skips a beat. I can't read his thoughts, but his smoldering gaze is intense enough to burn right through me.

To hell with it. If this is my one chance to experience something different, I’ll be damned if I’m going to hold back.

I arch an eyebrow, daring him to watch me. Daring him to make the most of tonight.

The lights dim, and the music lowers to a simple electronic beat, indicating the show is about to start. But there’s still no stage and still no clear performance area.

I give Kira a curious look.

She gestures all around us. “Just watch.”

The lighting stays low except in a few places where a gentle spotlight falls, creating a halo effect on the floor and drawing all eyes to select areas around the room. The music changes to a hypnotic, sensual beat that pulses through the space, making the room feel alive.

Then everything happens at once.

Topless women in black tutus materialize from nowhere, spinning in pirouettes. As they whirl through the space, a white canopy bed suddenly appears as if it sprouted straight out of the floor. A handful of people are on the bed—both men and women in various states of undress, all wearing masks and undulating to the beat. There’s no touching … yet. But just the hint of what’s coming next heats my cheeks and has my breath coming a little faster.

It's hard to pin down my emotions: nervousness, excitement, embarrassment, arousal. They all play a symphony along my skin.

I can feel Kira’s eyes on my face, and when I look over at her, she leans in and whispers, “It’s about to get a lot wilder.”

A rush of arousal pools between my legs, and I’m acutely aware of the warm air on my skin—like my body has tuned into a new frequency.

A full-on orgy is taking place on the bed. One woman is lying in the middle, her legs spread wide as a woman and man take turns fingering and licking her pussy while another applies clamps to her nipples, sucking and licking her neck. Her small breasts are turning red and swollen, but there’s no question that she’s having the time of her life as she writhes and moans with pleasure. She comes hard, but it’s just the beginning. Her partners keep going, delivering orgasm after orgasm.

This is what true sexual pleasure looks like, and I want in on it.

I turn, stealing a look at Roman.

Holy shit, he's all coiled muscle and intensity. Despite everything going on in the room, his eyes are on me. He’s leaning forward, both of his elbows on the bar as he runs a thumb over the cleft of his chin. I suddenly feel breathless as he raises an eyebrow, as if to ask, What do you think? I give him the barest of smiles.

On the other side of the bed, two men wearing only briefs are kissing and grinding into each other. The sight is more erotic than I ever imagined. A woman dressed in nothing but a white Venetian mask slips in between them, and then it’s t hree bodies writhing and rubbing together, oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Behind me, Kira’s breaths come faster as well; even with her experience, she’s not unaffected.

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