Page 19 of Ravage

She frowns. "Were you not enjoying yourself?"

Istraighten up to look at her. "It was definitely a turn on, I'm not gonna lie. But I was feeling a little out of my depth."

She considers me for a moment, her head cocked slightly to the side. "So you've never been anywhere like this before?"

I laugh, snapping the gloves off and tossing them in the garbage can beside the bed. "Ah, that would be a no. I didn't even realise places like this existed outside of movies. I mean... Well, I know stuff like this existed," I say, waving my hand around the room that is clearly used for paying clients outside of the club nights. "But I'd never seen anything like that out there outside of porn."

She smirks. "So you've watched orgies on a screen but never thought you'd be seeing one up close and personal?"

I shrug. "I'm a red blooded, single man. I have definitely watched more than one orgy on my laptop screen."

The smirk turns to a full-blown grin, and her eyes twinkle with amusement. "Well, what's so different about it being live right in front of you?"

I raise an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, deadly serious." Her tone tells me otherwise, but I decide to go with it.

"When it's on the screen, I can look all I want without worrying about making anyone uncomfortable. I also don't need to worry about the temptation of touching someone, in case they don't want me to touch them."

She moves closer. "You didn't seem to have a problem watching Annika and me before."

I clear my throat, embarrassed. "Was kind of hard to look away when you were staring at me like that."

Her lips curl into a seductive smile as she stops just out of arm's reach. "And how was I looking at you, Mr Collins?"

Okay, I normally hate when people call me that, but she can call me whatever the fuck she wants all night long if she's going to say it in that soft, sexy voice.

I clear my throat. "Like you enjoyed being watched while another woman got you off."

She gives a low, husky laugh, but makes no move to come any closer. "Very perceptive."

I slide my hands into my pockets. "So you're into that?"

"I'm into a lot of things, Mr Collins," she purrs, and her words shoot right through me and into my cock.

"Are you now?"

She nods, biting her lip. I want very badly to bite it, too.

"What sort of things?" My throat feels dry, like all the air has been sucked out of the room, and my voice sounds strange.

She lowers her lashes and shrugs. "I don't know if I can tell you that, Mr Collins."

"Why's that?"

"When you're wearing a red mask, we're not meant to tempt you."

I raise my hand to the mask on my face, having completely forgotten about it in all the commotion. "And you think you'll tempt me if you tell me what you're into?"

Those beautiful green eyes meet mine again. "I know I will."

"And if I take it off, you'll tell me?"

"Depends what colour mask you put on. If it's gold, maybe I can tempt you. If it's green, I can show you some of the things... But if you go with black..." She moves closer, rising to her tip toes to bring her lips to my ear. "We'll blow your fucking mind."

Fuck. Me.

She steps back, holding my gaze as she moves out of reach once more, leaving the ball firmly in my court.