Page 8 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

WATCHED MORE THAN ONE ORGY

CAM

It was almost a relief when the woman injured herself, giving me a chance to get back into a scenario where I wasn't so out of my depth.

I'd watched the two guys fucking with conflicting emotions.

I've never really considered being with a man before, but the longer I watched them, the more curious I became.

And my hardening cock definitely seemed to take an interest. And then Imogen had shown up, and the attraction I'd felt for her previously punched me right in the gut.

And that feeling had only grown once my very attractive hostess had begun kissing her.

I honestly hadn't known if I was meant to look away, but when Imogen held my gaze and let Annika fuck her with her fingers, it was clear she wanted my full attention on her. So I gave it.

She is so fucking beautiful, and the sight of her coming? Moaning in ecstasy with her eyes half closed as she continued to hold my gaze...

My cock had grown so fucking hard it would have been embarrassing if we were literally anywhere else. But in that room, I was the anomaly, being pretty much the only guy with pants on by that point, save for Sebastian and the bartender.

"I think you're going to need stitches, unfortunately," I tell the woman as I clean the wound using the contents of the first aid kit that Imogen brought in.

I'm glad she's put her breasts away again, because I'm having a hard enough time concentrating as it is with the woman's husband hovering over me.

"Are you a doctor?" he demands, stress oozing from him in waves.

"I'm a paramedic," I reply, not bothering to look up at him while I wrap his wife's arm tightly.

"How the fuck does an ambo afford to get into this place?" he snaps at Imogen, who bristles at his haughty tone.

The admonishing look on her face is enough to tell him he's crossed a line, and I smirk as I return to taking care of the woman in front of me, noting the giant rock on her finger.

Yeah, I'm so beyond my depth here. The people who paid to be here are all obviously loaded, and judging by this guy's attitude, entitled as well.

Once I've finished wrapping the woman's arm, her husband hands her the dress he'd carried in, and she pulls it back on over the lacy lingerie she was wearing.

Rising to my feet, I follow as Imogen walks them to the door at the end of the hall, saying something about being in touch to arrange a private night, free of charge, before handing them off to Connell, who waits on the other side.

Shaking my head, I return to the room to pack the first aid kit back up and discard the gloves I'm wearing.

"You don't have to do that. I'll pack this up, you head back out there and get back to enjoying your night," Imogen says, startling me as she enters the room once again.

I shake my head. "It's fine. I think I'm going to take off after I clean this up."

She frowns. "Were you not enjoying yourself?"

I straighten 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.

Indecision wars within me. On the one hand, I really want to fuck her.

But I'm uncertain about doing that when there's a high chance this will be the only time I get to touch her. She's so fucking beautiful that I know once I get a taste, I'm going to crave more .

"If I switch to the gold mask, will you let me kiss you?" I ask, hedging my bets.

She looks a little disappointed, but nods. I pull the other three masks out of my pocket, trading the red for the gold and pocketing the remainder before stepping closer.

She lifts her chin, and I grip her hip while sliding my other hand into her hair, tugging her head back to slant my mouth over hers in a slow, firm kiss. Her arms circle my neck as she sighs into the kiss, and I brush my tongue against hers.

She tastes like whiskey and mint, while her floral perfume floats around us. It's almost an overload for my senses as I get lost in kissing her, savouring this moment.

Who would have thought I'd be presented with the option of fucking or just kissing the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I'd choose the latter?

Yet here I am, exchanging a mostly innocent kiss with her, while standing in the middle of a bedroom in a brothel while an orgy rages outside.

She pushes herself closer, pressing her breasts into my chest as I tighten my grip on her hip. She runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck as she deepens the kiss, a little moan slipping out. It's fucking beautiful and my cock starts to harden once more.

Am I seriously going to just kiss her? I'm a fucking idiot.

Pulling away, I fumble in my pocket, pulling out the black and red masks first before finding the green. She smiles as I wrench the gold one off and toss it aside before yanking the green one down to take its place.