Page 61 of Masked Sins
I’mfascinated.
“What’s he doing?” I ask no one in particular.
“Wax play,” Remy answers from next to me.
My eyes immediately dart to the other person in the cell—a woman with long blond hair. She’s facing away, so I can’t see her face, but this must be her—the other woman.
Everything about her makes meburnwith rage and jealousy.
My fingers tingle, and it feels like my whole body was plunged into ice-cold water when I realize I’m watching Orion with the woman he chose.Well, he clearly doesn’t want you, Layla.
My knee-jerk reaction is to leave, but I’m also compelled to watch.
Orion takes a wooden ladle of what I presume is hot wax over to where the woman lies down on top of a black leather couch. Every heavy thud of his boots against the stone floor sends a shiver down my spine. She’s scantily clad—in a plaid miniskirt and mesh bralette—but she’s not naked. She’s lying down on the couch, and he walks up to the back of it and begins to drizzle hot wax along the back of one of her thighs unceremoniously. His expression is completely indifferent, too—nothing to indicate he’s enjoying this.
His muscles contract and relax with every movement, and I take in every inch of his bare chest and abdomen. The familiar black tattoos are stark against his skin, and my mouth goes dry when I see a new one above his left pectoral, but I can’t make out what it is.
The woman hisses as Orion drizzles more wax onto her bare calf. His jaw is clenched, and when the woman moans, his nostrils flare, and he takes a step back.
“Who is she?” I ask Zoe, who came up next to me a few seconds ago. “Is that the woman he’s dating?”
Zoe lets out a quiet laugh. “Dating? No. Haley is a regular at our munches. Trust me, Orion is not interested, and I think she prefers older guys anyway.”
I furrow my brows. “So they’re not dating?”
Zoe turns and looks at me. “Who told you Orion’s dating someone?” Her lips twitch like she wants to say something else, but then she closes her mouth and must change her mind.
“He did. He mentioned it the other day at my dad’s house.”
Her brows arch upward. “Huh. Must be new.”
I grind my jaw and look back at Orion. He’s holding a paddle made of black leather in his left hand now and snaps his fingers loudly.
Haley jumps up and immediately crawls onto her knees on the couch, facing the back and bending over slightly. Her chest rises and falls, and I can see the flush on her chest from where I’m standing.
“Sometimes it’s just fun to play with people,” Zoe adds. “Haley and Orion trust each other. Orion likes to do certain things, and vice versa. They both have limits. For example, I know Orion’s scenes are almost never sexual. But he enjoys inflicting pain, and Haley enjoys receiving it.”
I watch as Orion slowly walks over to the front of the couch. Like before, he doesn’t touch her—he just raises the paddle before bringing it to the back of her thighs, which are still caked with wax.Ouch.I squirm where I’m standing, wiggling my toes in my boots to dispel the arousal sinking to the space between my legs.
I shouldn’t be turned on by watching my stepbrother spank his friend, but here we are.
Haley cries out after the first thwack of the paddle, and I look up at Orion for his reaction. His nostrils flare again, and his free hand curls into a fist. I hold my breath as he brings the paddleup again, and just as I’m about to release it, he snaps his eyes directly to me.
His pupils are nearly black as he brings the paddle to the back of Haley’s thigh again, all while glaring at me. The room begins to spin, and I release a shaky breath as Orion breaks eye contact, and he continues to paddle Haley.
I adjust my stance again, ignoring the temptation to squeeze my thighs together. Crossing my arms, I feel the bracelet that Starboy sent me snag on my dress, and guilt washes over me.
I should not be lusting after Orion when I promised Starboy earlier today that I would remain monogamous.
“Please, Sir,” Haley begs, voice breaking. “No more.”
Orion’s lips pull away from his teeth as his free fist curls again. “You’ll do as you’re told. Color?”
“Green.”
He makes a low, growling sound before looking up at me again. It’s not anger on his face. It’s something darker. Something far more sinister. He seems to be directing his rage toward me—for simply being here or for another reason, I’m not sure. He looks back down at Haley.
“You can take more,” he says, his voice a low purr.
