Page 71 of Made For Ruin

“A little,” I admit. “But I’m also excited. I want to share this with you.”

Marcus’s eyes darken at my words, his hand tightening on my waist. “You have no idea how much I want that too, baby. To see you let go, to watch you come undone...”

His voice is a low rumble that I feel in my core. I lean into him, craving his touch, his kiss, anything to ease the ache building inside me.

But he steps back with a knowing smirk. “Not yet, greedy girl. I have plans for you tonight.”

Before I can respond, the elevator chimes and the doors slide open, revealing the club.

I take a steadying breath and step out into a world unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

The space is vast and open, with a sleek, modern aesthetic that oozes sensuality. Dim lighting casts everything in a sultryglow while shadows dance along the walls. The air itself feels charged, electric with the energy of the couples scattered throughout the room.

My gaze is immediately drawn to the various stages positioned around the floor, each one showcasing a different erotic scene. Everywhere I look, there are couples and groups engaged in various stages of scandalous acts.

To my left, a curvaceous redhead is bound to a spanking bench, her ass glowing pink as her partner delivers measured swats with a paddle. Across the room, two men and a woman catch my eye. The woman is on her knees, giving one man a blowjob while the other pounds into her from behind.

The slick slide of flesh, her muffled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin sends lust spiking hot and heavy in my core.

“Color?” Marcus asks as his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

My mouth is so dry I have to swallow before I can respond. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

He leads me further into the club, his hand at the small of my back as I try to take it all in. The air is thick with the heady scent of sex and leather, the bass of the sensual music throbbing in my veins. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.

We pass a beautiful Asian woman suspended from the ceiling in an intricate web of ropes. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy as a tall blonde woman trails a flogger over her exposed skin. Each flick of the falls makes the bound woman shudder and gasp.

I can’t tear my gaze away.

“I knew it,” Marcus murmurs, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “The moment I saw you watching that couple at the bar, I knew you’d be into this.”

Heat floods my cheeks at the memory, at being so thoroughly seen by him. He noticed my fascination that night, the undeniable arousal that had pooled between my thighs as I watched the couple get hot and heavy.

“You’re not...” I bite my lip, struggling to find the right words. “You’re not upset?”

Marcus turns me in his arms so I’m facing him. His eyes bore into mine, dark with promise.

“Fuck no, baby. I love watching you get turned on.”

His large hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him. I can feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing into my stomach and it makes me dizzy with desire.

“But if you think I’m going to share this perfect body with anyone else, you’re wrong.” His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. “This is all mine.”

He releases me with a light swat to my ass that has me yelping. Then he’s taking my hand and leading me towards a hallway off the main room.

We pass door after door, some open to reveal private playrooms in use. In one, a woman is tied spread eagle to a bed while her partner trails an ice cube over her quivering flesh. In another, a man is on all fours, his partner dragging a sharp stiletto heel down his spine.

Each glimpse sends my arousal ratcheting higher until I’m practically trembling with need. By the time Marcus stops outside a door at the very end of the hall, I’m panting softly, my skin flushed and tingling with anticipation.

He swipes a key card and the door clicks open. Then he steps back, allowing me to enter first. I step inside and my breath catches in my throat.

The room is large and dimly lit, with a massive bed dominating the center. Unlike the beds in the main room, this one is adorned with luxurious silk sheets and plush pillows.There’s a velour armchair positioned in front of a large window overlooking the club, and along the walls are an array of toys and implements that make my insides clench. The glass looks out over the main floor of the club, giving us a perfect view of the debauched scenes playing out below.

Marcus comes up behind me, his hands settling on my hip.

“We can see out, but no one can see in.” He guides me over to the plush armchair positioned in front of the expansive window. “I thought you might want to watch.”

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