Chapter 4
RAINA
Once the dinner service is over and I’m content with the glowing reviews, I go back to my room for a hot bath and a deep sleep.
I’m tired but energized by how well everything turned out.
Matty surprised me with his finesse and attention to detail.
If only he were less morose about being under me, I think we’d make a great team.
I bask in the rose-oil-fragranced hot water for a while, letting the heat seep into my body and relax every muscle. The bathroom window gives me a view of the mountainside, and the estate’s outdoor lights make the snowflakes look like tiny diamonds falling from the sky.
The stars are gone, but the snow keeps drifting downward.
Wrapped in a plush towel, I settle on the edge of the bed and massage a nice dollop of jasmine and honey lotion into my skin, smiling as I remember to enjoy the little things again.
Then, there’s a knock on my door. I remain still for a moment.
The guests are all downstairs with their hosts, probably enjoying an after-dinner sherry before they retreat to their playrooms of choice, or the Grand Room, as Alex called it, which is where they all come together for the dirtiest and most decadent kind of fun.
“Raina.”
Alex’s voice stirs me. Moving as if I’m remote-controlled, I get up and open the door. Standing in the hallway in just their unbuttoned white shirts and suit pants are Alex, Max, and Vincent. The hungry looks in their darkened eyes cause my core to tighten once again.
“Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs entertaining your guests on their first night?” I ask, one hand clutching the front of my towel, worried it might come off, or eager for it to come off, I’m not quite sure.
“That’s what the hosts are there for,” Alex replies, “and they’re generously paid, as well.”
“You, on the other hand, won’t go a single night without us, Raina,” Max adds. “It’s part of the deal we made, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” I mumble.
Vincent offers me his hand. “Come on, there’s something we want to show you.”
“I should put some clothes on.”
“No.” He tightens his grip on my hand, and I’m hypnotized by the look in his eyes. “That towel won’t be on much longer either.”
Without any resistance, I let them take me out of my room.
Most of the service staff has withdrawn for the evening, leaving one or two stewards in charge of the night bar in the reading room, where guests can come down for a shot of rare whiskey. The hallway is dimly lit and empty as I follow my bosses—my masters—through to the main stairs.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” Alex replies.
The ground floor is bathed in a soft, amber light. I hear laughter and glasses clinking from the main dining room. A few of the guests and their hosts must’ve stayed behind. I assume the others went into the west wing, where the playrooms await.
We reach their joint office, with its familiar ebony furniture and leather seats. My curiosity is piqued as Alex walks over to one of the bookshelves and presses a hidden button hidden. I’m already aroused, the anticipation makes my pulse race and my lips curl into a smile.
“Through here,” Alex says, then pulls the bookshelf open. It’s a hidden door to another room.
“Oh, wow,” I chuckle as I follow the men inside.
I freeze for a moment once I’ve stepped inside.
It’s a private bedroom with a giant double-sided mirror that gives us a full view of the Cinnamon Playroom.
I recognize it from my first tour of the mansion.
I committed its distinctive cinnamon-colored, plush furnishings to memory.
The only furniture in the room is a bed with black satin sheets just begging to be ruffled.
“What’s…?” But before the men can answer, my attention is turned to the mirror, where I see the Cinnamon Playroom filling with guests and hosts.
“We have a tradition at Haus of Sin,” Alex says.
“The first night is Spice Night. Guests and hosts converge in the Cinnamon Playroom, where they get to meet one another on a more intimate level, discover their preferences, and build trust, before they take things to the next level in the nights to come.”
“I see. So it’s kind of like foreplay, of sorts,” I reply. “They can’t hear us, right?”
Max shakes his head as he looks at me. “They don’t even know we have eyes on them. It’s a private pleasure of ours, nothing more.”
“You like watching them,” I conclude.
Alex corrects me. “We like watching them connect.”
Vincent unbuttons his shirt, and I don’t know what to look at first. In the Cinnamon Room, the guests and their hosts move closer to one another. There are languid smiles, fleeting glances, lips parting. It’s strange and sinful, and I shouldn’t be staring, but I don’t think I can help myself.
It’s downright hypnotizing.
At the same time, I sense the men nearing me. Their presence thickens the air, charging it with an energy that surges through my body. They quietly flank me so that I’m facing the playroom.
“This feels all kinds of wrong,” I whisper.
“But you don’t want to be right, do you?” Alex asks. His fingers trail an invisible contour of my shoulder and arm. My skin tingles in response.
“No.”
In the playroom, I watch Deanna and the other hosts as they inch closer to their guests.
Their hands touch, exploring. The guests’ clothes come off one layer at a time, while the hosts remain in their forest-themed outfits—skimpy strips of fabric and fur that outline their chiseled, beautifully sculpted bodies.
Soon, the temperature in the room rises. Some kiss, while others reach for more forbidden parts.
At the same time, Alex takes off his clothes, Max and Vincent, too.
Our gazes bounce back to the playroom once in a while, just in time to see Magnus, the Wolf fingering Genevieve into the next life, or Delia and Asher kissing each other passionately while Mr. Bancroft watches with a delighted grin.
It’s shameful, but I can’t stop looking.
My towel falls to the floor, and my masters take over.
We kiss, each of them taking turns to ravage my mouth before they turn me once again to face the playroom. Their hands roam everywhere, touching, squeezing, pinching.
“Keep watching, Raina,” Vincent advises.
“I can’t really focus right now,” I gasp as he settles behind me and takes a firm hold of my breasts. He kneads my flesh with a gentleness that doesn’t quite match his gruff exterior, but I welcome his tender touch.
“Do as you’re told,” Alex commands me.
I try to obey, glancing past him and watching Deanna as she clasps Quincy’s erection, grinning like a demon and drunk on her own power. He loves every second of it. He tries to touch her breast, covered only by a thin layer of shimmering red tulle, but she slaps his hand away. She has rules.
So do my men.
They shower me with kisses. They turn me inside out until I’m dripping wet and begging for more.
“Please,” I manage as they push me toward the black satin bed.
“Please, what?” Max replies, one hand wrapped around his gargantuan cock as he strokes himself, watching me beg for release.
“Please take me.”
Vincent inches closer and cups my cheek, then comes down for another kiss. “You like what you see, don’t you, Raina?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you want to be a part of what’s happening in the Cinnamon Playroom?”
“Only if it’s the four of us,” I reply.
Alex sighs with satisfaction. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us right now.”
“I think I do,” I say, biting my lower lip as I glance down at his cock.
It’s huge, thick, and veiny. My pussy aches for it to fill me until I explode, until I’m nothing but a puddle of raw pleasure. I notice my belly, my pudgy, soft belly, and Jeremy’s words come back to haunt me while moans erupt from the Cinnamon Playroom.
Everything comes to a halt here, though, as Alex kneels before me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his hands resting on my thick thighs.
Why do I feel like I don’t belong in this room, on this bed, all of a sudden? “It’s just… I’m not sure I understand what drew you to me in the first place.”
“What are you talking about?”
I point to the double-sided mirror. “I mean, you have your choice of slim models, any of them more than eager to do what you want me to do, eager to be with you. I’m not exactly Haus of Sin material. I’m just a chef.”
“You’re not the chef in here, Raina, you’re the feast,” Alex replies.
He gently pushes me until I lie down on the bed. Then he and Vincent settle beside me, while Max lifts my knees and spreads my legs.
“I don’t know what Jeremy did to you,” Vincent says, “but every curve of your body begs for us; every inch of you deserves to be worshiped and devoured.”
“And that is precisely what we’re going to do,” Max adds.
I look down at him, his lips dangerously close to my hot, sizzling core. “All three of you?”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, double-checking.
“God, yes.”
Without further ado, he dives right in. I moan and let my head fall back while Max’s tongue slides between my slick folds. His lips close around my clit, and he suckles and licks while sneaking two fingers inside me.
At the same time, growls escape from Alex and Vincent’s throats as they each take a breast. Licking, sucking, biting and squeezing, until the sharp sting dissolves into my torso and travels downward, fueling my center.
“You’re a good girl, desperate to be wrecked,” Max says as he slips a third finger inside me.
I cry out, his fingers curling as he presses his tongue against my swollen nub and sucks harder and harder, until I finally explode. Alex covers my mouth and muffles my scream of absolute pleasure. I taste him, I devour him, then Vincent, as I writhe against Max’s capable tongue.
Floating on a black satin cloud, I glance back at the mirror.
They’re in the middle of foreplay, guests and hosts colliding and consuming one another like frantic beasts, but what’s happening in here is even more exhilarating because I’m on the receiving end of the greatest pleasure I have ever known.
“More,” I ask of my men.
“You’ll get more, Raina. You’ll get everything,” Alex says.
He takes Max’s place and settles between my legs. Max sits on the edge of the bed, watching as Vincent reaches over. Simultaneously, I feel Alex’s cock testing my wet, plump entrance. Vincent’s fingers brush my clit—it’s supercharged and highly sensitive, my body still writhing in waves.
“YES!” I cry out, and Vincent kisses me and rubs my nub, harder and faster as Alex spears me with his full length.
He’s so thick, so big, so hard; he completes me. A missing piece of my puzzle has just filled an empty space, and the universe clicks into place everywhere around me.
“Come again,” Vincent beckons me.
“Come all over me, Raina, I want to feel you,” Alex groans.
It’s not a request. It’s an order. I clench myself tightly around him, every thrust going harder and deeper. The wilderness unleashes, and Alex pumps me full of him. He fucks me out of my mind as Vincent suckles my nipple until the delicious sting makes my eyes roll.
The second wave crashes into me, almost unexpectedly.
“That’s my girl,” Max groans harshly as he squeezes my hip.
I hear his hand stroking his magnificent cock. I wonder what it would be like to have him inside me, too, but Alex pounds into me, harder as I ride the wave. Vincent kisses me and fingers my clit, squeezing every goddamn drop as I fall apart.
Without thinking, I reach over. While Alex gives me everything he’s got, I wrap my hand around Vincent’s cock and bring him closer to the edge with me.
“What a good girl,” he huffs and gently bites my neck.
I feel Alex stiffening inside me. I hear Max’s gasp of utter pleasure as he comes, his seed spurting across my belly. I feel the hot liquid bursting from the tip of Vincent’s cock as he, too, comes, and I ripple outward like an exploding sun, feeling shameless and free, and hungry for more.
The Cinnamon Playroom dissolves into the background. My heart throbs and my body glows as I am made a whole woman again.