Page 206 of Cruel Devotion

Noticing it too, Lei looked up at me.

The flutes emit high-pitched, spiraling sounds, like the whistling wind of a storm.

He studied me. “You’re nervous.”

“A little.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

The music began to settle back into the earlier calming melody.

“You have a lot going on in here.” Nervous and excited, I gestured around the space. “What are we exactly about to do? It’s like a whole team with equipment and tools—”

“Now that I have you in the East. . .”

I parted my lips. “Yes?”

“There’s no escape.”

I grinned. “That’s not an answer, Lei.”

“I want you.” A dark groan left him. “I want to devour you for the rest of this afternoon. For the rest of this night, and well into the morning.”

The melody turned into a vibrant, energetic rush of sound. There was the quick, lively tempo of the strings playing rapid, ascending scales.

Lei slipped his gaze along my body. “We won’t leave the room for days.”

The brass section joined in with triumphant, bold blasts.

“There will be pleasure.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. “There will be some pain.”

My pulse picked up.

“But even more, there will be orgasms.” He gestured at the trio of women in blue body suits.

They hurried to me.

I watched them. “What are they about to do?”

Up close, they appeared even more intense and dramatic.

The dark blue covering their eyes and extending across their faces like blindfolds wasn’t make up at all.

It was glitter.

I tensed as they circled me. “Lei?”

“Get the wheel ready.”

Silent, they rushed over to the huge contraption and began unbuckling the leather straps.

Lei prowled my way.

The music swelled, becoming a loud and passionate symphony.

My body hummed.

He stopped in front of me, mere inches away. His eyes were dark and possessive.

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