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“Tell me something, Ava.”

“Yes.”

“What does it feel like to dance?”

“To dance?”

“I can’t figure out the right words for what I mean.” He stopped at the end of the hallway. A red wall stood in front of us. He placed his hand on it. This time white light glowed under his fingers. “When you’re dancing, what does it feel like inside of your body?”

I smiled. “Orgasmic.”

“Like when I fuck you?”

“No.”

“Explain.”

“Dancing brings pleasure, but it’s too difficult to explain.” I started to turn toward the wall. Lightning-fast, his hand flew out and caught my wrist. I gasped as he pulled me into him. My breasts softened against his hard, muscular chest. Before I could part my lips to speak, he consumed my mouth and deepened the kiss with his tongue. I moaned under him.

When he moved away, he whispered, “As pleasurable as sex?”

I couldn’t catch my breath. Heat stained my cheeks.

The red wall slipped open. Stairs went down into darkness.

Misha didn’t let me go. He kept me in his strong hold. “As pleasurable as sex, Ava?”

“Not as pleasureful as sex with you.”

“But with other men?”

“Yes.”

He slid his hands down to my ass and tenderly squeezed. “And what does it feel like when I’m inside of you?”

Lust heated my skin. More adrenaline buzzed inside of me. This supernatural place must’ve sprayed magic into the air.

“How does it feel when you’re inside of me?” My body trembled against him. “Full pleasure. Explosive. More than ballet could ever bring.”

Misha’s grip was rich and masculine. Strong and sensually violent. He pressed closer, pushing his hard cock against me. “I’ll never let you go. It’s funny you thought you could bore me.”

He captured my lips, taking my breath away. When his mouth finally left, he released his hold and led me down the stairs.

Panting, I focused on breathing.

He slowed down and tenderly took my hand. “Am I going too fast?”

“No. It’s just this moment, these secret stairs leading to whatever hidden luxury. . .and that kiss. It’s all overwhelming. My mind and heart are trying to keep up.”

“Excellent.”

The wall closed behind us. Darkness drowned this new space. I couldn’t see anything.

Misha kept his voice low. “Don’t worry. Give it a minute.”

In the quiet black, I squeezed his hand. “I’m fine. You’re with me.”

“Forever.”

Then, the steps shone bright white.

We continued to walk and made it to the bottom. This time there was no door or wall.

What is this place?

A huge opening showed a path lined with a glowing pink pool. Naked couples swam and played inside. On the wall, an erotic black and white movie was projected. A small group played music on the side—a few violins, bass, and flute.

“Oh my God.” I did my best to not look at the naked people or the movie.

Holding my hand, Misha increased his speed and led the way. “We’re almost there.”

I hurried after him. “I don’t know where there is, but I’m sure I’ll be impressed.”

We approached a long hallway with several doors on each side.

A man sat at a high desk. “Mr. Stronz, how can we help you?”

“I would like a room.”

Smiling, the man handed Misha a long silver key with a black ribbon. “And will you need any condoms, creams, or toys?”

Misha turned to me.

I blushed. “Just the condoms.”

The man handed him two wrapped in black and gold foiled paper. “Enjoy, Mr. Stronz.”

“I will.” Misha glanced at the number on the key and guided us to the room.

They know him well down here. Coincidence or. . .

When he gazed back at me, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh. . .” I had no idea my thoughts had shown on my face. “Nothing.”

He stopped us at the door and stuck the key in. Instead of opening it, he looked at me. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s none of my business.”

“Ask.”

“They knew your name. How many times have you been down here?”

“They knew my name due to scanning my fingerprints on the walls. I’ve been to Pleasure before. However, I’ve only been down here once. When I came, I didn’t use the rooms.”

My face wore a skeptical look.

Smiling, he opened the door and entered. “I know about this place because of following my cousin down here with several women.”

“Several women?” I followed.

“All for him.”

I widened my eyes. “But you told me that Kazimir had just been with Oleysa.”

“Kazimir has a voracious appetite.”

“I bet he does.” For the first time, I scanned the huge room. Nothing was like what it seemed in this club. How could such a big bedroom be underground?

This could have been a suite for a boutique hotel in Paris. The room was large with a three-meter ceiling. A king-sized bed stood in the center, draped in red silk.

I walked off and spotted another door. It was open. I ducked my head inside an oval-shaped marble bathroom.

Wow. This is how the filthy rich party.


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