Page 18 of Ravage

I'm not used to seeing Sebastian take orders from anyone, but he knows better than to argue with a trained medical professional when there's blood involved, and he hurries to the bar to grab one of the cloths stored in the cupboard.

I zip my dress back up and jump to my feet, grabbing the cloth from Sebastian and handing it to Cam when I reach him.

"Come on, we'll take you somewhere to get cleaned up and see if you need to go to the hospital," I tell the woman, who nods, tears streaking down her face.

Cam keeps the cloth clamped over her arm as I lead them both back down the hall, with another man trailing behind us. I raise aneyebrow at him as I hold the door open to one of the private rooms, and he swallows.

"She's my wife," he says, his face pale.

I nod and gesture for him to follow Cam and the woman into the room. I turn the dimmer switch all the way up to give Cam better light to work with, and he gives me a grateful nod before returning his attention to the woman, guiding her towards the couch beside the bed.

"I'll go grab the first aid kit," I tell him, earning me an achingly beautiful smile before he bows his head to check her arm closer.

As I'm coming back down the hall with the kit, Sebastian meets me outside the room, a troubled expression on his face.

"Is she okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Yeah, from what I could see a second ago, it doesn't look like it's overly deep. But I'm not the paramedic."

Sebastian sighs and shakes his head. "Not having the best luck with injured clients this week. Are you okay dealing with this, or do you want me to take over?"

I pat his arm. "I'm fine. Hopefully, this hasn't thrown off the vibe for the rest of the clients. I'll offer these two a free night with someone as an olive branch so that they can come back and live out whatever fantasy they were hoping for tonight."

He gives me a grateful smile and heads back towards the main room, while I rejoin Cam and the couple in the bedroom.

8

WATCHED MORE THAN ONE ORGY

CAM

It was almosta relief when the woman injured herself, giving me a chance to get back into a scenario where I wasn't so out of my depth. I'd watched the two guys fucking with conflicting emotions. I've never really considered being with a man before, but the longer I watched them, the more curious I became. And my hardening cock definitely seemed to take an interest. And then Imogen had shown up, and the attraction I'd felt for her previously punched me right in the gut. And that feeling had only grown once my very attractive hostess had begun kissing her. I honestly hadn't known if I was meant to look away, but when Imogen held my gaze and let Annika fuck her with her fingers, it was clear she wanted my full attention on her. So I gave it.

She is so fucking beautiful, and the sight of her coming? Moaning in ecstasy with her eyes half closed as she continued to hold my gaze...

My cock had grown so fucking hard it would have been embarrassing if we were literally anywhere else. But in that room, I wasthe anomaly, being pretty much the only guy with pants on by that point, save for Sebastian and the bartender.

"I think you're going to need stitches, unfortunately," I tell the woman as I clean the wound using the contents of the first aid kit that Imogen brought in.

I'm glad she's put her breasts away again, because I'm having a hard enough time concentrating as it is with the woman's husband hovering over me.

"Are you a doctor?" he demands, stress oozing from him in waves.

"I'm a paramedic," I reply, not bothering to look up at him while I wrap his wife's arm tightly.

"How the fuck does an ambo afford to get into this place?" he snaps at Imogen, who bristles at his haughty tone.

The admonishing look on her face is enough to tell him he's crossed a line, and I smirk as I return to taking care of the woman in front of me, noting the giant rock on her finger.

Yeah, I'm so beyond my depth here. The people who paid to be here are all obviously loaded, and judging by this guy's attitude, entitled as well.

Once I've finished wrapping the woman's arm, her husband hands her the dress he'd carried in, and she pulls it back on over the lacy lingerie she was wearing. Rising to my feet, I follow as Imogen walks them to the door at the end of the hall, saying something about being in touch to arrange a private night, free of charge, before handing them off to Connell, who waits on the other side.

Shaking my head, I return to the room to pack the first aid kit back up and discard the gloves I'm wearing.

"You don't have to do that. I'll pack this up, you head back out there and get back to enjoying your night," Imogen says, startling me as she enters the room once again.

I shake my head. "It's fine. I think I'm going to take off after I clean this up."

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