Page 6 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

LET THE FUN BEGIN

CAM

I usually take days to recover from a week of night shifts, and if Connell's invitation hadn't seemed like a one-time kind of deal, I would have been asking to rain check.

After seeing Imogen at the cafe on Tuesday, I'm really hoping I'll see her tonight.

She'd clearly been checking me out, cause when I'd first noticed her sitting there, her eyes were glued to my arse.

She hadn't even blushed, just kept right on watching me, which I found so fucking hot.

It had taken a substantial amount of self-control not to smirk, but I'd promised Connell that I'd keep my knowledge of the club under wraps, and I'm pretty sure recognising the director of operations outside its walls would count as acknowledging its existence.

I hadn't been able to resist giving her a little wink as I left, though.

Did the director of operations take part in what I'm guessing is going to be a sex show? She doesn't seem like the type to let people watch her fuck, but who really knows what a person is like on the inside?

"Mr Collins," the driver says as I slide into the backseat of the Audi, turning to nod at me.

"Hey. Cam is fine."

He gives me an apologetic smile. "No can do, sir. Everyone is Miss or Mr when they get in the car, boss's rules. I'm David."

I quirk an eyebrow. "So you get to be David, but I have to be my old man?"

He shrugs. "Unless he's into some pretty interesting shit, I'd say you're safe from turning into your old man this evening."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I really don't want to know if he'd be into interesting shit. Would make Sunday night dinners far too uncomfortable at the Collins household."

He grins before turning back to the front and pulling the car away from the curb. "I like you already, Mr Collins. There are cans of your favourite beer in the ice bucket, if you'd like a drink?"

I glance down at the floor on the other seat, seeing several cans of the IPA I enjoy from my local brewery.

"How the hell did you know that was my favourite beer?" I ask, sufficiently weirded out.

"Mr DeLuca does extensive research on anyone who comes to the club. He could probably tell you things about yourself that even you don't know."

"Well, that's not creepy or anything."

He grins again, meeting my gaze in the mirror.

"Freaked the shit out of me the first time I met him, too.

But the safety of his staff is his number one priority, and you'd be surprised how many creepy-arse people he's turned away after a quick internet search.

" He turns to glance at me as he stops at a red light.

"In the back of the seat in front of you, you'll find four masks. "

I reach into the seat pocket, still reeling from the whole 'mystery rich man knows all about me' thing. I'm starting to wonder if this wasn't all a mistake. I might be curious, but I don't like knowing some guy has been looking into my life without me even knowing.

I pull out four masks of different colours and hold them up. "What are these for?"

"So we have a whole spiel we give, but you seem like the type who'd prefer the bullet point version, rather than the mysterious and provocative version."

I huff out a laugh. "Good call. Lay it on me."

"Right. So you wear whichever colour matches how you feel like participating tonight.

Red is for just watching. Gold is a maybe, depending on who approaches you.

Green is for one partner only. And black.

.. Well, I think I might leave you to imagine what that one means.

" He's still grinning, and I can tell he's enjoying all of this just a little too much.

"And what mask did you wear when you went to one of these?" I ask, assuming that just about everyone who works for Sebastian went through the same test as Connell.

David's grin widens, and I know I'm bang on the money. "Black. I wore red to start with, but then once I saw enough, I knew I'd prefer to participate rather than sit back and watch others have all the fun."

"And you were hired, even though your prospective boss saw you were up for anything?"

This is possibly the most bizarre conversation I've ever had.

David shrugs. "Pretty much how we all got hired. Well, except for those who service the clients. He already knows they're up for anything. And to work at Dark Desires... Look, let's just say, I truly can't imagine working anywhere else now. "

I cock my head, considering his words for a moment. "So, does that mean Imogen..."

David glances at me in the mirror, the smile becoming a little less friendly. "You've met Imogen?"

"Yeah. Didn't Connell tell you?"

David shrugs. "Sebastian mentioned you'd helped out with the situation at the club last week. You were one of the ambos, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. And I know Connell."

"Ah, okay. So you saw Imogen then? I get it, man, she's a complete stunner. But she doesn't come to these nights, so if you're hoping to see her again, probably not going to happen."

I school my facial expression to hide my disappointment, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't buy it, cause he flicks me a sympathetic look, before changing the subject.

We chat a little more, but the closer we get to the club, the more the anxious feeling in my stomach kicks in. I pull out my phone to doom scroll for a bit, needing to focus on something else.

I hadn't let myself think about it too much, but now that I know Imogen won't be there, I realise she was the only reason I accepted the invitation.

Something about the beautiful brunette had pulled me in, which I haven't experienced since I broke up with Peta.

I mean, I've slept with women, don't get me wrong.

But none that I'd been interested in seeing again.

And none that were anywhere near as beautiful as her.

The car pulls off the winding road and comes to a stop at the large wrought-iron gates.

If I hadn't seen this place already, I'm sure I'd be intimidated.

There's an air of mystery about it, which I guess works in Sebastian's favour.

If people think there's something exciting on the other side of those gates, they'll be throwing their money at him to get inside.

The guard in the gatehouse nods at David through the window, and the gates open. I hadn't noticed him there the other day, but I guess he or one of his counterparts had opened the gates when we came roaring up with the siren blaring .

David pulls up in front of the mansion, and I climb out, spying Connell at the top of the stairs. A few people enter ahead of me, but I stop to talk to him, not quite ready to go inside.

"Hey man. You ready for this?" Connell asks, probably sensing my nerves.

"Not entirely sure, to tell you the truth."

He nods towards the masks in my hand. "Better put one of those on before you walk inside, or they're gonna mistake you for staff, and you'll have women climbing all over you. Maybe a few of the guys, too."

I laugh, sliding the red one on. "Not sure that would be a hardship."

Connell smirks. "Well, you did say you were curious, but I didn't realise you were that curious. Maybe wait till you get inside before you make any assumptions."

Well... colour me intrigued.

What the hell am I walking into?

As I make my way to the door, it opens, and a woman in black lingerie smiles at me. She is absolutely gorgeous, all soft curves with long brown hair flowing down her back in waves. The way she's smiling tells me she knows exactly what sort of effect she has on people.

"Good evening, Mr Collins. I'm Annika, and I'll be your hostess for the evening," she purrs, running her eyes over me.

I'd feel objectified if I wasn't doing the same thing to her.

She beckons for me to follow, and I step inside.

No turning back now, I guess. David had said he'll take me home whenever I'm ready, but no harm in at least checking the place out first, right?

Annika leads me towards one of the rooms off the foyer.

Having been a bit preoccupied when I was last here, I hadn't really taken notice of the interior, other than to assess how difficult it would be to get the stretcher down the stairs.

But now that I'm here as a guest, I can gawk around the foyer, taking it all in.

An elaborate chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with a rather expensive looking round antique table beneath it, a large vase with fresh white flowers in its centre.

The floors are marble, and everything about it just screams wealth.

I feel very out of place here, but I also subscribe to the "fake it till you make it" mentality, so I adopt an air of cool indifference and follow Annika into the room.

She walks to the side table and offers a basket that already has a few phones in it.

"We have a strict no phones policy," she explains when I raise an eyebrow. "To protect the privacy of those in attendance."

I study the basket for a moment, before letting out a long breath. I reach into my pocket, turning the phone over in my hand a few times, before finally placing it inside.

A seductive smile spreads slowly across her face, and she winks. "Let the fun begin."

I follow her back out into the foyer and our footsteps echo across the marble floors as we move towards the stairs leading down to the basement. Towards the place that has me wondering how much I'm about to see.

She pushes the door open and music greets us as a slow, seductive song plays.

She leads the way down the long hall, with all the various bedrooms branching off it, and we emerge into the large, open room at the end.

It's set up differently to when I was here the first time, with a large bed on a low stage.

There are already several groups of people down here, but my eyes are drawn to the woman wearing a blindfold as she lies on the bed.

She has leather cuffs binding her hands above her head, but she looks completely at ease, despite the fact that she can't see any of the people surrounding her.

Sebastian is whispering something in her ear as he bends over her black lingerie clad body.

When he straightens, his eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small nod, which I return.

It's hard to look away from the man once you have his attention, so I continue to watch with interest as he moves to stand between her legs that are hanging off the edge of the bed.

With one fast movement, he tears her underwear off and bends to suck her clit between his lips as she arches her back off the bed with a cry.

My eyebrows fly upwards as he has her coming in under a minute, her body writhing as he holds her legs open wide and continues to fuck her with his tongue as she sobs, begging for more.

Jesus, this guy is skilled.

Annika nods towards the couch to the side of the room. "Would you like to take a seat over there?"

I nod, and she leads the way, weaving between the various groups gathered around. Some of them are dancing, hands exploring over clothes as their bodies grind together. But others have already shed their clothes as their own explorations have ventured further.

I take a seat beside Annika, and look toward the group closest to me.

A woman stands with one leg draped over the shoulder of a man who kneels before her, his mouth covering her pussy, as she leans back into the chest of the man behind her.

He holds her steady as her other leg trembles, massaging her breasts as he sucks on her neck.

Shifting in my seat as my cock hardens, I allow my eyes to wander around the room.

At the front of the makeshift dance floor, a naked, black-haired man bends forward, resting his hands on the edge of the stage, and I swallow hard as a blond man behind him fucks his arse.

The look of pure bliss on the black haired man's face has me hardening further.

Turns out, I apparently enjoy watching men fuck one another just as much as I get off on witnessing a man going down on a woman.

Interesting development…