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I narrow my gaze. “What?”
“You’re not going.” His jaw is tense, and his nostrils are flaring.
“Why? We came all this way. I want to see what it’s about. This is the adventure, remember? If I don’t go out of my comfort zone, I didn’t do the adventuring.”
He huffs out a heavy sigh and rolls his neck in a circle.
“You okay?”
“I’m great.” He shakes his head, trying to hide his gritting teeth. “Simply awesome. I love this.”
“Really? Come on. We’re here to be crazy.”
“You’re here to be crazy. I’m here to make sure you don’t go so crazy you hurt yourself.”
I’ve only had a few sips of the Panty Dropper, but it’s enough liquid courage that I tuck my hand into his. At first, it feels innocent sliding against his sandpaper skin. When he groans, it feels like more.
His fingers cup around mine, and for a second, I wonder if he wants my hand against his. “We can watch in this room, but that’s it. No playing yet. Understood?” His tone is demanding. It’s more demanding than it’s ever been with me.
I really like it.
“I can’t promise anything. I came here to lose my virginity. I—”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
I gasp. “I did, like a million times.”
“No. You said you might play. That’s different than knowing you’re coming to lose your…” He groans. “God damn it.”
“If this bothers you, you can wait outside. I don’t… what’s happening right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re like… mad. Why are you mad?”
“I’m not. Come on.” He holds my hand in his and leads me out of the bar toward the viewing rooms at the end of the opposite hall.
Clearly, he’s upset, but I can’t figure why. I’d like to believe that he’s reacting like this because he’s jealous, but I’m sure it’s probably some weird thing about the guilt he’s feeling for bringing me here because of his relationship with Outlaw.
“Room C still has space. Can’t be that great,” he groans, pulling open the door to the viewing room.
Inside, chairs sit three rows deep staring at a bedroom with a glass panel. The room is decorated like an actual room with a bed, dresser, ensuite, and bedroom door. There are even small touches like a cozy comforter, and little trinkets from the Eiffel Tower that add to the realism of the space.
A girl my age sits on the edge of the bed as an older man walks closer. The guy is big, muscular, dark featured, and covered in tattoos. He reminds me of Ruin, but not as handsome.
My heart slams against my chest, and though I know I’m supposed to be enjoying the show, I can’t help but side-eye Ruin. I want to know what he’s thinking and if this turns him on. I want to see his cock get hard.
The man lifts off the woman’s dress and leans into her throat, biting her shoulder playfully.
As she moans, we can all hear her. Her voice is over the speaker.
The man on the opposite of me leans into my ear. “You want a turn next?”
No, is on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t get a chance to enter the universe because Ruin’s fist is smashing into the man’s jaw before I can reply.
I gasp and stand to say something, but Ruin lifts me from the ground and tosses me over his shoulder before I can speak.
A few brave souls stand to stop him as we leave, but he pushes them down with no regard for where he’s going or what we’re doing.