Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite #6)(58)
If Cole is known enough to be recognised and even given a free pass, this should mean he’s somewhat of a regular.
A petite woman wearing a satin gown and a black kitty mask smiles at us. “Welcome to La Débauche.”
Is this some sort of a costume party? If so, I’m not dressed for the occasion. I actually have the perfect Chanel dress for it. Also…
“Debauchery?” I whisper-hiss at Cole.
He ignores me and motions with his head at the girl, leading us into a room with black wallpaper and no furnishing except for a sofa and a rack with hangers full of black clothes. “Should I arrange a separate room for the Miss?”
“No, we’re fine, thank you.” Cole flashes her his kind smile that can melt ice.
“The show starts in ten minutes, sir.”
“Arrange a private viewing session.”
“Yes, sir.” The girl bows and closes the door behind her.
Yes, sir? What the hell was that all about?
I take a quick sweep of the black gowns and trousers in their plastic bags. There are also masks like the one the girl was wearing.
The reality of things slowly filters in. The secrecy, the club’s name, the girl’s clothes and her words. I swing back towards Cole. “Did you bring me to a sex club?”
“You came on your own. You can leave at any time.” He unbuttons his shirt. “But you’re not a coward, are you?”
Damn it. He always gets me with that argument.
“What are you doing?” I murmur as he shrugs off his shirt, revealing his taut muscles, before he moves on to his belt.
“There’s a dress code for this place.” A smirk tugs his lips. “Why are you shy when you’ve already seen me naked, Butterfly?”
“I-I’m not.”
“Are you perhaps eager because it’s been some time since you’ve seen me naked?”
“You wish.”
He yanks his trousers and boxers down in one go, standing fully unclothed before me. I force myself to stare at his face to stop myself from ogling his dick and the way it’s pointing at me.
Cole takes his time to retrieve black trousers and pulls them up his legs. I stand there, crossing my arms and pretending I’m irritated, when in fact, I’m boiling from the inside out.
I shouldn’t be in a place like this, and most of all, I shouldn’t steal peeks at his nakedness.
“If you’re not going to leave, you should change.”
“I’m not a coward, but I’m not going to have sex in front of a bunch of strangers – even with the masks on.”
“It’ll be the other way around.”
“What?”
“I don’t come here to have sex. I come here to watch it.”
Oh.
I bite my lower lip. “And…um…did you bring someone else in the past?”
He approaches me in slow, predatory steps. When he’s in front of me, he places two fingers under my chin and lifts it up. “You’re my first.”
“And last,” I speak before I even realise it. It’s out now; I’m not taking it back.
“Last?”
“I’ll stay if you promise I’m the only one you’ll bring here.”
“Deal, but you have to come with me all the time.”
I gulp, nodding. This is a drastic step, but the thought of him bringing another girl here makes me delirious. I’ll never allow that.
“And you’ll let me dress you.”
“Cole!”
“That’s my condition.”
“Fine, but there’ll be no sex while you’re dressing me.” I stop, then quickly blurt, “Oral included.”
He smirks as he removes my jacket. “You’re learning.”
Not that I have a choice. I need to keep up with his devious mind. Cole is like the tiny clauses you don’t see in a contract. It’s as if he searches for opportunities to turn people’s decisions against them.
I pretend to be unaffected as he loosens the ribbon from around my neck and unbuttons my uniform’s shirt. He takes his sweet time with it. He’s watching my face the entire time, probably hoping for me to squirm or something.
In his dreams.
“How do you know about this place anyway?” I try to focus on something else other than his fingers as they brush over my skin.
When my shirt falls open, I let it drop from my arms and join the jacket on the hanger.
“It was my father’s.”
Oh. “Helen knows about it?”
“She just knows it’s one of the gazillion businesses William Nash owned. She doesn’t get too involved.”
“And…you do?” My voice turns breathy as he opens the zipper on my skirt and it falls down my shaking legs.
I step out of it and let him pick it up and hang it.
“I do. That’s why you were allowed in. There’s a brutal screening process of applicants here. You have to be eighteen and older, but not just any legally aged person can walk through those doors. They have to be investigated and proven to have both the financial support and power to be accepted. It was my father’s way of gaining dirt on the dark and depraved minds of most of his board of directors. So he didn’t want many other outsiders around, unless he could collect some dirt on them, too. I get a free pass for being the heir. Aren’t you glad you know me?”