Page 4 of Lukas

Chapter Two

This was so not the computer server room.

Reina knew she wasn’t supposed to be down here in the rooms under Triple Threat at all, but she’d thought it was because of insurance purposes or fire hazards or something.

Not because some woman would be bent naked over some sort of bench thing, alternating between getting her ass whipped with a belt and giving a blow job.

Reina might have been tempted to rush in and help rescue the poor woman from this horrible ordeal if a look of sheer bliss—in between wails—wasn’t blanketing her features. She obviously wanted this.

And Reina couldn’t stop watching.

The Ice Queencouldn’t stop watching.

And, oh holy Moses, that was Lukas Rinaldi cracking on her ass with the belt. Suddenly Reina’s skin felt too tight, heat flooding her system.

She stepped further back into the deep recesses of the darkness, knowing she should leave. Like right damn now. To find another way of proving that her uncle was using her father’s computer software and company to steal from customers.

Standing here watching a woman suck a man’s cock with such abandon as dozens of people watched was not helping Reina’s end goal.

Her thighs rubbed together under her tiny skirt, and her nipples hardened under her black tank. Neither were her normal attire, but she’d wanted to fit in at the club upstairs.

Now she just felt like she was wearing too many clothes against her over-sensitive skin. A problem she’d never had. Unlike most of the people in New Orleans, Reina had never been comfortable with the underlying sexuality the city gave off. The heat. It was interwoven in the city’s DNA.

But it definitely wasn’t in hers.

She never thought she’d come back to the Big Easy for an extended time. She loved her parents, but they’d always been willing to come visit her in Chicago.

Before her dad died. Before her mom started drinking. Before Uncle Peter took over Dad’s business and ran it into the ground.

So, the Ice Queen was back in the sultry city. But she’d never—never—felt as hot and sexual as she did right now. Watching a woman thank a man for spanking her.

God, she was so broken, wanting to watch this. Getting so hot watching this.

And now Melinda was letting that guy Timothy bend her over and strap her into another contraption—some sort of sawhorse type thing. Reina watched for panic in the woman’s face at being bound with her knees and ankles spread wide and ass completely exposed, but there was none. When Timothy strapped her wrists to the bench at the front, stopping to play and pinch her nipples until she was gasping in painful ecstasy, Reina felt her own nipples pebble even more.

Oh, Jesus, this definitely wasn’t the computer server room.

She had no problem with people enjoying BDSM, but she’d never been interested in it personally. It wasn’t for her.

At all.

What was wrong with her? She should leave. Run. Instead, she shocked herself, reaching up with one hand to touch her own breast, pinching her nipple the way Timothy was Melinda’s, gasping as pleasure zinged through her.

When a strong arm wrapped around her waist, coming around behind her and cupping her other breast, she let out a squeak.

“You are not supposed to be in here.”

That was Lukas Rinaldi’s deep, smoky voice. There was no doubt in Reina’s mind. She’d been so caught up in watching Melinda and Timothy, she’d missed that Lukas had faded into the darkness after he’d finished the spanking.

But maybe he didn’t know it was her. It had been years since they’d seen each other—high school. Maybe he just meant she wasn’t supposed to be in this area. Maybe she could bluff. She dropped her hand from her breast.

“Don’t stop touching yourself on my account, princess. Are you going to tell me your name?”

Hell, no. “I should go.”

But he made no move to remove his arm from around her. The opposite, in fact. His other one wrapped around her hips, pulling her up against his front.

“I don’t think so. Unless I need to take you over to the doorman so we can check your membership status? So your choice is here with me or escorted to the guard.”

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