Wicked: Billionaire Rules (Alpha Billionaire New Adult Romance) by Nikki Snow

Monica. Before Monica, it was Bethany. Before Bethany it was…”
    “Stop. I don’t want to hear any more.” I grabbed the joint and took another long drag. My mind went foggy, and I began to feel as if I was having an out of body experience. Was I really in Holland? Who the hell was Leo Cole anyway? What was this blond dude talking about?
    “Why did you think I was Celeste?” I asked, my voice sounding like I was underwater.
    “Celeste was having Leo’s baby,” he said before quickly standing up and scurrying out of the booth.
    A second later, Leo took my hand and led me out of the room and down a narrow hallway. The music thumped and my head swam in a dizzy haze. The room seemed foggy and smelled of smoke and perfume.
    I heard the faint sound of moaning and thumping as if people were having sex behind every door we passed. Laughter echoed off the walls as people with bright smiles passed in their face masks.
    I thought I might faint or go insane. I wanted to know what had happened to Celeste. Leo had not once mentioned her to me. He’d never mentioned the baby either. Anger surged inside me as Leo brought me into a new room.
    I looked around and found myself in a modern looking bedroom with high end furnishings. I stumbled when I realized there were other people in the room besides Leo and me.
    Hands reach out and pulled me down onto the bed. Attractive men and women in their bras and underwear hovered over me, running their fingers up my legs and pulling my clothes off.
    They wore their masks and I couldn’t see their faces. Leo stood across the room, his face cold and impassive, watching me being touched by a group of strangers.
    Slender fingers reached under my panties as someone claimed my mouth in a deep kiss. Hands rubbed my body, loosening my inhibitions and turning me on.
    The fingers inside my panties sank inside my damp folds and pressed my mound. I gasped as she rubbed my clit in a tight little circle. Her expert fingers knew exactly how to work my body, and I felt like putty in her hands.
    I moaned under the demanding kiss as someone else unzipped my dress and pulled it down my chest. Hands slipped inside my bra and pinched my nipple.
    My head was so dazed I didn’t really know what was going on. Pieter had just told me about Celeste. Leo was standing across the room watching strangers undress me and play with my body.
    Disgusted, I pushed up on the bed. As I tried to stand, the hands reached out to me and attempted to pull me back down.
    “No!” I screamed, pulling my dress away from a grasping hand. Everything felt like a bad dream. Colors and lights flashed around me and the room tilted. I saw Leo walking toward me, his lips pursed. His eyes were narrowed at me behind his mask.
    He reached for me, but I yanked away. “No!” I yelled again, pulling the zipper up on my dress. I stumbled toward the door and flung it open. Out in the hallway, I stumbled down the long rug that led to the main room of the club.
    Music pulsed and I could vaguely make out the forms of more people on stage, a dozen of them, writhing in time with each other’s bodies and the pumping music. It was a full on orgy up there.
    My stomach twisted and I ran out the front hall and into the dark cold night. I’d left my coat inside the club. The cold bit my skin as I ran aimlessly down the street.
    Street lights glowed over the cobblestone. Where the hell was I? I heard Leo’s voice behind me, but I didn’t want to ever speak to him again. Too disgusted and furious to listen to my rational mind, I sprinted down the sidewalk in my four inch heels.
    I rounded a corner and ran out of breath. Doubling over, I gripped my side. I had to get away from this insanity. I had limits, boundaries. How could he bring me to a place like this?
    A warm hand gripped my arm and spun me around. I fell against a hard chest and could smell the crisp scent of Leo’s cologne.
    “Let me go, you pervert.”
    “Don’t fight me, Kira,” he said,