Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite #6) by Rina Kent

I shove him away and he chuckles as he puts on the mask before strapping the other around my eyes.

Cole stops to watch me, then he nods with approval before interlacing my hand with his.

I start to pull away, but he keeps me in place. “No one will know who we are. This is a private room only I use. Besides, the masks.”

He’s right. Now that I study him closely, he’s a bit unrecognisable and I must be too with the help of the mask.

After we make our way out of the room, Cole leads me down a long hall with dim red lighting and black flowery wallpaper. A few black chandeliers hang from the ceiling.

I’d never tell Cole this, but I’m glad he’s holding my hand. I feel like demons will jump from the walls and devour us.

Or me, to be more specific. Cole would probably make friends with them.

We stop in front of a door. “This is a viewing room.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper, not sure why it feels like I should.

“It means we get to watch a couple have sex through a one-way window. They know they’re being watched, but they don’t know who’s watching and they can’t see us.”

“People like that?”

“You’d be surprised, Butterfly.”

He clutches the handle.

“Wait.” I swallow. “I don’t want to watch with other people.”

“Why? Are you shy?”

“I just don’t want to. That’s like watching porn.”

“Porn is fake. This isn’t. Besides, I usually watch alone anyway. Perks of being the heir.”

I release a breath and let him guide me inside.

“Ah, they’ve already started.”

I don’t focus on what Cole is saying because I’m trying to adjust to the darkness in this room. It’s almost like a film theatre, but the seats are sofas — bigger in size and fewer in number.

Instead of a screen, there’s a large window that gives a view of another room. It has the same black wallpaper. There’s a table in the middle on which a petite brunette is tied, spread-eagled, and a bigger black man is fucking her.

The sound of their groans and moans echo around us like a symphony.

Oh. God.

My thighs clench at the power of his thrusts. He looks as if he’s hurting her with his size, and yet, she’s screaming, “More…faster…harder!”

I watched porn once. Just that one time after being intrigued by all the praise Ronan and Xander have for it. I wasn’t impressed. It seemed staged and fake and all the sounds they made turned me off.

This isn’t porn. This is…humans at their truest, rawest, most real form.

I don’t realise I’ve stopped walking until Cole tugs me by the hand to sit me beside him on one of the plush chairs.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” His hot breaths cause my skin tingle as he whispers into my ear.

I want to call him sick for having such voyeuristic tendencies, but I’m too enthralled by the scene to build my defences.

The ecstasy on both their faces grips me by the gut and I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

My nipples tighten against the dress, and although the cloth isn’t a harsh material, it feels like they’ll cut through it.

A strong hand clutches my thigh and I jolt as a zap of arousal flashes through me. I slowly focus on Cole, on his shadowed face and cut lethal, yet handsome, features. My eyes are so droopy, I’m not sure he can see them.

“You want me to relieve that ache, Butterfly?” His hand sneaks under my dress, up my thigh, electrifying my skin along the way.

I part my legs. I don’t know why, but I just do. It could be the different setting or the couple’s groans, how he’s pounding into her and owning her.

I want that.

But not with just anyone. Only Cole.

“You know, it’s not obligatory to remove your underwear around here,” he muses.

“Then why did you?” I’m so turned on, my voice turns breathy.

“Because it gives me straight access to this.” He dips two fingers against my folds and I moan, my heart lurching in my chest. “You want me to finger you?”

I open my legs farther in answer.

“You’ll have to do something better than that.”

I stare at the couple, then at Cole’s arm disappearing under my dress, and I don’t think as I slip my hand into his trousers and grip his thick, hard cock.

A groan slips free from Cole’s throat as I work him up and down. I’ve never done this before. I’m being driven by pure instinct and the need for more. I do it fast and strong because I suspect Cole wants everything intense.

“Ah, fuck.” His voice is filled with lust as he circles my clit. “I love your hand on me, but you have to say the word for me so I’ll finger you, Butterfly.”

The woman’s moans echo louder as she screams, “Harder…harder…harder!”

“C-Cole, please…” I pick up my pace and he finally thrusts his fingers inside me.

Three in one go.

I nearly collapse from the sensation alone. I don’t stop working him up and down as he pounds into me in a rhythm that matches the man’s.

I can’t see their faces because of the masks, but I can feel the passion, the raw claiming, and I moan with her. I arch my back like her.

My whimpers fill the space as I focus not only on my pleasure, but also on Cole’s. I’m going to bring him to orgasm, I’m going to be the reason…