Page 62 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“Right this way,” he announced ceremoniously, a double mahogany door swinging open behind him to reveal a ballroom spilling over with men and women, some dressed in silks and others in lingerie.
A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its glimmer throwing shadows against black-and-crimson-painted walls. Elegant velvet drapes hung over the windows, ensuring privacy. Not that anyone would be peering through the windows on this private island, but the effect had been achieved. The red-accented room was dripping in sin.
There was a dance floor in the center and people swayed to classical music courtesy of the string quartet.
But that wasn’t what struck me as curious. It was seeing some men and women dance so freely wearing nothing but their undergarments.
“Please tell me we aren’t stripping naked and dancing,” I murmured, mesmerized and slightly horrified by the whole scene. I turned my head to look at him. “Is that your kink?”
“That’s definitely not my jam,” he said, color humoring his voice, then he gestured politely for me to walk through the doors, ever the gentleman.
Heat flushed through me as we moved across the marble floor and glances were thrown our way. Some seemed to recognize Royce, flashing him a smile and waving. Others just leered at us, whispering among themselves.
“Did I miss something?” I muttered under my breath, the awareness raising the hairs on the back of my neck. “Are they gossiping about us?”
“They’re just admiring my beautiful wife.” His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. “At how lucky I am.”
I pretended to think about it, although a small smile played at my lips.
“No, I don’t think that’s it.” The atmosphere thickened, hushed whispers buzzing around us. My gaze flicked around the room and found all eyes on us. It felt like being watched by a pack of wolves. “Suddenly I feel like prey.”
“You’re my prey,” he stated, and a shudder ripped through me.
“Should I start running? You can fuck me when you catch up,” I half-joked breathlessly. His eyes flared with such carnal pleasure that if he did ask me to run, I’d say how fast.
A waiter appeared with a tray, breaking the moment, and Royce handed me a glass of water, picking up a glass of bourbon for himself.
“Don’t worry, nobody will approach us. They have more bark than bite,” he assured confidently.
I snorted, side-eyeing him as he smiled around the rim of his glass.
There was a VIP section to the far side of the room and he led us toward it. Once we got closer, I saw it was separated by a glass window. The opulent marble floors melted from black to white, and a plush chenille couch and loveseat sat in the center. In the corner, just past the table and shag rug, a fireplace crackled, making it the ideal cozy setup. I felt my shoulders drop from my ears instantly, relaxing with each step.
“Let’s enjoy our privacy here,” Royce said, and he flipped on a switch, shutting the door behind us.
“Definitely better than out there,” I agreed with a content sigh, taking a seat. “So, Winston used to host these?” He nodded. “How did I not know that?”
He chuckled. “Why would we tell our little sister and her friends about shit like that?”
I rolled my eyes. “Kind of a double standard.”
“It was the safest and most responsible option for everyone.” I gave him a confused look, and amusement dashed through his eyes. “We’d have killed anyone who dared even look your way.”
“You mean Aurora’s way,” I corrected him.
“No, I mean all three of you,” he stated. “And I would have personally scalped anyone who lookedyourway.”
“Oh, Royce. You always know the sweetest things to say.”
“That’s why you love me.” His gaze roamed over my face before settling on my eyes. “If at any point tonight you want to leave, tell me. I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I want to do this, whateverthisis. As long as we’re doing it together.” I took his hand in mine. “I’m excited.”
“Fuck, you make me so hard,” he whispered, his voice dipping low as he took a seat next to me. “And so fucking happy.”
His words filled me with a dark craving, the kind I’d never experienced with any of my past partners. Unbeknownst to me, my body had been waiting for him all along.
I surveyed the ballroom from the privacy of our room. Everything was muffled and slightly out of focus, giving us an additional layer of privacy. My husband’s hand came to rest on my thigh, his heat seeping into me and ramping up my sex drive.
