Page 26 of Marked By His Touch

“My pleasure,” the one in the laced underwear called Nadia purrs. “I have Mr. Cavill in Room Five. The Doctor’s office.”

“Ouch,” Nikolai says, his eyes locking with mine, tilting his head. “I think I should come too, to supervise as they say here.”

The red-dressed lady leans forward. Her voice is low and seductive. “Newcomer lucky, huh? The boss is coming to the room.” She spits on the floor and grinds her cigarette with her stiletto heel.

I don’t feel lucky at all.

Who the hell is Cavill? And why is Nikolai coming with me? I assume from the conversation with Cole that he’s the head of Veles abroad, but I wonder what’s going on here. And why is he in Port Haven? I have a thousand questions ripping through my mind like a tidal wave and no one to save me if I drown.

I feel like I’m falling into a rabbit hole. Nikolai leads the way, and I can’t help but feel that something terrible awaits me.

The room’s all dark,black, and gray walls that suck up the light like a black hole. The music has a low hum; this sensual jazz is like a heartbeat pulsing through the space. There’s a vast plush couch in the middle of all this, and a man sits on it like a king on his velvet throne.

He’s got this raw energy about him, like a wild animal.

He’s about thirty, his hair a sun-bleached mess, and his green eyes hold a lion’s gleam. He’s wearing a tight black shirt that shows off his muscles and dark jeans tucked into crisp white sneakers. His arms are a canvas, covered in tattoos of women in all kinds of provocative poses.

It’s all,too much of everything,and I feel my pulse quicken.

As Nadia enters, her gait shifts, her hips swaying with a confident strut. Her lips part slightly, and she pushes her chest forward as if daring him to look. His gaze follows her every move, hungry and possessive.

Nikolai’s hand rests on my lower back, his breath against my ear as he lets out a low chuckle. “Cavill likes—company—he performs better,” he says, his voice gravelly. He raises a hand in a casual greeting, and Cavill nods, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Welcome to Doctor room,” Nikolai says.

My breath catches in my throat.The Doctor’s room?

Now I see the sterile white leather bench in front of the couch, almost clinical in its simplicity. It does little to soothe the growing unease that’s clenching my gut. A low table sits beside it, its surface gleaming under the dim light. But it’s not the table that sends a jolt through my body. It’s what sits upon it.

Sterile tools are laid out with surgical precision. Except, these aren’t the tools of a Doctor. I see a gleaming, phallic-shapeddevice, silver and sleek, next to other instruments, each shaped for a different purpose.

A wave of ice crashes over me, one that steals my breath. Had I been with Alexander, this might have been—exciting.But I’m not.

I retreat to the room’s far corner, Nikolai’s hand never leaving my back. My mind screams at me to run, to get the hell out of here. But my body is rooted, frozen by something I can’t quite understand.

“Nadia is—-best girl here,” Nikolai whispers, his voice is a husky murmur. “Look at her.”

His eyes are locked on her as she approaches Cavill, her movements slow and deliberate. She sits on his lap, her legs spreading wide, her fingers playing with the lace of her black knickers, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her core.

“Stand up,” Cavill commands, his voice a low growl. His gaze, laser-like, holds her captive.

She stands, her lips parted in a silent invitation. She moves to the bench; the couch is close enough that Cavill can almost touch her.

“Take them off,” he says, his voice a rasp. “Turn around and bend over.”

I notice the stubble shadowing his jaw and the intricate designs of women etched into his arms.This isn’t his first time.He has a practiced air about him, a confidence that makes the hair on my arms stand up.

Nadia complies and pulls off her G-string. Afterward, her stilettos slip off her feet.

“Leave the bra, but pull it down,” he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. Nadia complies with ease. As she bends over, her pink, fleshy pussy exposed, I see his pants bulge. But he doesn’t move. He inhales sharply as if taking in her scent. “Put on the clamps,” he orders, his eyes never leaving her.

Nadia reaches for the table, her movements fluid and graceful. She picks up two silver clamps.

“On your nipples,” he says, his voice husky and demanding.

Then I notice the remote control on the armrest, a sleek black device with a single button.

Heat blossoms between my legs, an involuntary response to the scene unfolding before me. I wish Alexander was here to share this moment—-this—scene playing out before me.

If he was here, it would all be—different.My cheeks flush pink at the thought of being here with Alexander. I hope Nikolai doesn’t notice.

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