Page 24 of Merciless Sinner

He tugged on her hand and pulled her toward the boat. “You’re date for the evening, remember?”

Now that was something I wasn’t about to forget. Although admittedly I was a little confused over why me? And why here?

When we stepped on board we were greeted by a gorgeous hostess who greeted Alex by name. She ushered someone over who whisked our coats away and then she handed us each a mask.

“Required for tonight’s festivities, Sir.”

Alex took the masks and the hostess moved discreetly away.

I leaned close and whispered. “Masks? What kind of party is this?”

“The extra fun kind.” He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face and then placed the small lace mask over my eyes. He then brushed my mouth with his thumb with a light caress that nearly made me whimper. “Don’t think too hard about this, Harper. Tonight you’re mine and I’m here to keep you safe and satisfied. Your only job is to enjoy. Okay?"

I nodded because words were too hard. I swear every time he touched me my brain misfired. Besides, sometimes talking was overrated.

I turned toward the sounds of the party and took a fortifying breath as I smoothed down my dress. Whatever insanity Alex had brought me into, I would face head on. I was quickly learning that rich people had completely different ideas when it came to entertainment. On the world’s most expensive yacht I would expect no less than absolute indulgence.

When he grabbed my fingers and squeezed, I squeezed back and smiled. When in Rome…right?

Chapter Eleven

Harper

We entered a large ballroom and at first I only saw a large crowd of men in dark suits and women in various elegant wear that ranged from skimpy to elegant. The room itself was beautifully appointed in soothing creams and panels of silk adorning the walls. While I was half tempted to reach up and touch them to be sure, I knew that I would discover nothing but the real deal.

There was no way any expense would be spared in a space like this. There were bars sporadically placed around the room, each with no less than three attendants to serve guests. It was a sweet setup and I could imagine the size of the contract the catering company received.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts of business and what kind of money would be involved in a party like this that it took me longer to notice the entertainment. At first my brain only registered the many onlookers and their conversations, but eventually a feminine moan caught my attention. As I turned in that direction, Alex wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to his side.

With a firm hand gripping my hip and the welcoming heat of his hard body against mine, I got my first glimpse of the stage tables with the male and female performers. Tall, naked men with horned animal masks covering their faces and fully nude females with masks similar to mine were—well, they were fucking.

There were a lot of other words going through my mind as well. Crazy. Outrageous. Erotic. Freaky. In fact, the overload of imagery in my thoughts made it difficult to breathe. There were at least three men in masks surrounded by twice as many women and all of them were engaged.

While I was a little shocked by the animalistic display, the masked crowd seemed unfazed by all of it. Obviously some of the couples were affected as evidenced by roaming hands and mouths, while most simply drank and chatted with the others around them.

Before my first visit to the Glass Kat Club I would’ve never described myself as a voyeur. However, circumstances may have changed. I was enthralled with the three people then and almost as mesmerized by the group events unfolding in front of me now.

Through those first few minutes I tried to take it all in, Alex held me tight. Making sure I was close, he made me comfortable. Kept me safe. He made it okay to observe without worry.

That was easily the coolest part of this decadent night. Alex afforded me a strange sense of freedom when we were together. I got the sense that no sexual desire would be ridiculed, or too much to ask. It was almost breathtaking. Not to mention a complete turn on.

I turned and whispered in his ear. “Is this some sort of orgy?”

“No. Not exactly. Our host simply enjoys shocking people. Every party he hosts has a different theme, but is no less visually stimulating.”

“That’s one word I guess.”

He leaned forward, his breath caressing my ear causing a shiver. “Trust me. If we were on Russian soil and Viktor was hosting a party, I would not take you. There are some things you can never un-see.”

I bit my lips to hold back my laugh, although I could hardly believe under the circumstances I was laughing.

“Why would we come here if you don’t like his parties?”

“Ahh, but I never said I didn’t like them. I only meant not everyone can handle Viktor’s level of deviance. The man is about as twisted as they come. But he also has more disposable income than any other man in the world and he happens to enjoy investing in diverse projects.”

“So we’re here to network?”

“No, kitten, we’re here because I thinkyoulike to watch. And I like to watch you.” The hand gripping my hip slid up my side before cupping my breast gently. “And I’m especially enjoying your aversion to undergarments.”

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