Page 16 of Ravage

"I know. Thank you for saying it, though."

He nods, then walks to the door. "If I don't see you down there, have a lovely weekend, Miss Delphine."

He closes the door behind him, leaving me glaring after him.

That was just playing dirty. He knows I'm basically programmed to crave his touch as soon as he calls me that now.

I turn back to my computer, determined not to give in to the sudden throbbing between my legs. But ten minutes later, I've barely managed to do anything, and I growl, swiping my handbag off the table and slamming my laptop shut.

Fucking Sebastian.

All the clients have arrived by the time I stomp down the stairs to the ground floor. They are all safely tucked away in the lower level, so there's no other sound in the foyer save the click of my high heels on the marble floor.

"Heading home?" Connell asks as I nod to him while he keeps his usual vigil at the door.

"Yeah. Good night."

"Good night. Drive safe."

I head down to my car, and throw my handbag onto the passenger seat before flinging myself behind the wheel.

I'm pouty and horny. This is not a good combination.

I grip the steering wheel and clench my teeth while I fight an internal war with my ridiculous libido.

"You were good and fucked last night. Shut the fuck up," I say, directing the words towards my lap.

Sebastian had appeared at my apartment an hour after I'd left the office, and we'd fucked all over the lounge room and kitchen for several hours.

Of all the staff, I'm the only one he seeks out for his own release. He says it's because he doesn't want to take advantage of the sex workers. But I'm pretty sure it's because, out of everyone,I'm the one most like him. We're both jaded and determined to avoid commitment of any kind.

The throbbing between my legs continues, and I rest my head back against my seat, sighing. Clearly, telling my libido to go fuck itself just made it hornier.

Admitting defeat, I lift my hips to tug off my underwear and climb back out of my car. Connell smirks as I walk past, and I hold up a finger, not wanting to hear it from the burly Irishman.

I head into the staging room and grab a black mask from where we store them. Standing in front of the freestanding mirror, I slide it into place. At least I'm dressed appropriately. I guess I must have known I was going to end up playing tonight when I chose the dress with the front zip to wear this morning.

Puffing out a breath, I stalk down the stairs and push the door open, letting the seductive music wash over me as I enter the long hall. As I move towards the large open room at the end, I spy a few groups of people who have already taken their activities to the private rooms through the open doors.

When I get to the main room, Sebastian is in his usual spot by the bar, watching a man with salt and pepper hair go down on Kresta, causing her to writhe on the bed in the middle of the stage. Daniella lies beside her, sucking on the other woman's breast while another man in a black mask buries his fingers between her legs.

"I guess your part’s over then?" I say, joining Sebastian and nodding towards Leo, the bartender.

Leo moves towards the bottles of whiskey as Sebastian smirks at me. "You decided to join us after all, Miss Delphine?"

I sigh, trying to hold back my irritation. "Shut it, you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you called me that, right as you walked out of the office."

He feigns innocence, putting his hands up. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I glare at him, before turning my attention to Leo as he hands me my drink. I take a sip and turn to face the room again,surveying the group of patrons. Usually, it takes a bit longer before people are openly fucking out here, but seems like this crowd is particularly horny.

"Where's Annika?" I ask Sebastian, and he nods across the room.

I follow his gaze and find my friend. She's sitting next to a blond guy in a suit, her eyes trained on the two guys fucking right in front of them on the couch. The guy is wearing a red mask, so I assume it's the client she was assigned to this evening. I wonder how long it will be before he joins in. I've never seen anyone last the night in a red mask. It's too tempting to give in to your lust when you see everyone else shedding their inhibitions right in front of you. I'd started out the same way, and it had only taken twenty minutes before I was sliding the black mask into place and fucking Annika, Sebastian and Dante in the pulpit - the room designed to help those overcome years of religious trauma by discovering the true pleasures of sex.

I throw back the rest of my drink before depositing the glass back on the bar and heading towards Annika and her client, swaying my hips to give Sebastian a taste of his own fucking medicine.

"Hey! You came down!" Annika says, raising her voice so I can hear her over the music.

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