Page 203 of Cruel Devotion

There was a small orchestra assembled around the bed, allowing about four feet of space between them and the bed.

Ten musicians, dressed in silk turquoise attire, currently tuned their instruments. The ensemble was diverse, featuring a string quartet, a pianist, a flutist, a harpist, and a few woodwind players. The gentle, harmonious sound of their tuning was like a prelude to the enchantment that awaited us.

But that wasn't it.

Three women—clad in solid blue body suits that hugged their forms— stood next to the bed. Their hair was slicked back into tight buns.

Their makeup was an artistic marvel in itself. A dark blue shade covered not just their eyes but extended across their facesin a manner reminiscent of a blindfold. It gave the illusion that their eyes were veiled, yet their gaze was unobstructed.

So. . .uh. . .

Meanwhile, several women moved past us in the door way and pushed carts into the room and stopped them at the end of the bed.

Champagne, tea, and sweets topped one cart.

However. . .on the next two carts there were an array of sex toys—feather ticklers in various sizes and colors, leather whips with intricate designs, shiny metal handcuffs adorned with jewels, dildos, vibrators, and anal beads in different shapes and textures.

I blinked.

Okay. . .this man went from virgin monk to freaky ass motherfucker.

On the fourth cart, there were bondage ropes, ball gags, silk ribbons, and an exorbitant amount of lube.

Slowly, I turned up to look at Lei's crazy ass.

A devilish smirk spread across his face. “Are you ready?”

“Well. . .” I tried to gather my words.

Meanwhile, the staff that brought in the carts, hurried out of there.

The orchestra began putting on dark blue blindfolds.

But those three women, they just remained standing by the bed.

“Moni, are you ready?”

I looked back at him. “Well, I have several questions.”

“Questions?” Laughing, he guided me into the room. “It's too late for that.”

Chapter thirty-two

Mine to Touch. Mine to Explore.

Monique

We walked deeper into the space, and Lei interlocked his fingers with mine.

Keeping his slow pace, I gazed at him. “Those women by the bed?”

A wicked smirk played on his face. “Yes?”

“Why are they here?”

“Those are the Keepers.”

“Keepers?”

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