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Chapter Twenty-Eight

RAELYN

Tristan leads us down a hallway of the underground sex club, where doors align along each side of the walls. He is typing something on his phone, then looks up.

Each room has a number on the door with a black skull below it. He stops at a door displaying the number thirteen. On the keypad, he punches in a code, and we enter a giant room that has me stopping the minute I cross over the threshold.

The room is dark, but red lights align the baseboards, making the walls glow. Giving just enough light to see what is in the room.

Most of the items that were in the play areas are here.

A giant X, or St. Andrews Cross, sits against the wall.

Along that same wall is a whole bunch of whips and toys hanging from hooks.

There are benches and chairs scattered all over the room.

Contraptions with restraints. I swear my eyes are bugging out.

And to the left of me is a giant bed. Black sheer curtains hang from the posts, and the bed is covered in a white bedding set. Soft lights hang from the top of the canopy, giving a little light to the bed.

Hands wrap around my stomach as I feel a body pressed against my back. “We will take it slow. If we do anything you don’t like, your safe word is red.” Drew’s voice sounds in my ear. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”

Wait, I need a safe word?

“Yes, you do,” Tristan responds, and I realize I said my thoughts out loud. “There are four of us.” He gives me a knowing look.

“We aren’t going to use the heavy stuff right now, but it may be overwhelming with all of us. We just want you to know you can stop us at any time.” Drew kisses along my neck before grabbing my hips and turning me to face him. “Do you want me, us, to stop?”

My eyes get drawn to Asher behind Drew, who is looking at me like he wants to eat me. I turn my head to the right and see Kayce and Tristan next to each other; the both of them have fire in their eyes as they watch my every move with Drew.

Fingers grip my chin and turn me back to face Drew. “Do you want to stop, Rae?”

Do I? Or do I want all the sex with four amazingly hot and sexy beasts of men? Do I want to completely lose myself in them? Maybe have an orgasm or ten? Be completely fucked into oblivion?

Yes. Yes, I fucking do.

“Don’t stop.” As the words leave my mouth, Drew’s lips descend on mine, and I can taste the liquor he had before we came down to this place. One of his hands reaches down and grabs my ass, while the other wraps around the back of my neck as he steals my soul with his mouth.

I feel a hot body come up from behind me, pressing against me.

My skin starts to heat up from the presence.

I feel like every nerve ending in my body from my head down to my toes has been lit like a fucking firecracker.

We are five seconds into this “choose my own adventure” and already I’m in sensory overload.

“Be a good girl and lift your arms up, kitten.” Tristan’s hoarse voice in my ear causes me to moan into Drew’s mouth as his lips continue their assault against mine.

But I’m a good girl, so I do as I’m told.

Slowly, I lift my arms up, and Drew pulls back, allowing Tristan to slide off my top. And because I’m sans bra, the fire in their eyes blazes even more.

Drew steps back again and starts to unbutton his shirt. Asher takes his place and crushes his lips into mine. He tastes sweet, yet his kisses are anything but.

Asher growls into my mouth as he nips my lower lip. He peppers my jaw with kisses before making his way to my neck, where I feel his lips softly kiss me before he bites my skin, causing me to gasp.

“I will leave my mark on you, baby doll. But I will go easy on you tonight.”

My heart practically leaps out of my chest as the quiet and reserved Asher does a one-eighty. Asher steps away and walks over toward the bed. Tristan pulls my back toward his front.

He tips my chin up and locks eyes with me. “Are you doing okay, kitten? You look flushed,” he chuckles.

Am I doing okay? Well, I’m still breathing at this point, so I would say, yeah.

But all I can do is nod. Words fail me.

“I think she’s lost the ability to speak,” Kayce says as he walks up to me. His hands reach down to my skirt. “I think this needs to go, don’t you, angel?” Before I can answer, my skirt is around my ankles, and I am standing there in only my black thong.

Kayce grins as he stares at me in nothing but my underwear. My very wet thong, because holy fuck.

He grips the sides of my face as he brings his lips down on mine. Teasing me with his kisses, almost pulling away with each kiss. I let out a little whimper as I try to feel more of his lips on me. But he just keeps giving me the littlest taste of him.

I feel his hand leave the side of my face and slowly travel down between my breasts, leaving my skin scorching hot with his touch. His lips hover over mine as he reaches right at the band of my thong.

“I wonder how wet you are, angel. Are you soaking wet right now?”

I swallow. “Yes.” My words come out all breathy.

Kayce just nods to Tristan, who turns me around. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. I fold my arms around his neck, and we start moving. Suddenly, I am thrown into the air. I let out a yelp as I hit the bed and bounce.

In front of me are four insanely sexy men. I watch as Tristan starts to pull his shirt over his head in that sexy way that no guy should be able to do, but somehow he can.

Holy hotness.

My eyes widen at the view of the men in front of me. All of them look feral, like they want to devour me. And who am I to stop them?

“Sweetheart, tell me you still want this,” Drew says from the front of the bed. I nod, but he shakes his head. “Words, Rae. I need your words.”

“Y-Yes, I want it. Please,” I almost moan out.

I’m so wound up that I don’t even realize I’m rubbing my legs together, trying to get the littlest of friction at my core. That is, until Drew grabs hold of me and shakes his head.

He spreads my legs apart with a smirk. “Someone is a little needy. We will take care of that for you.”

Kayce and Asher come up on both sides of me. Asher kisses me as Kayce peppers kisses down my neck. I feel kisses running up my leg, and I open my eyes to see Drew slowly easing his way to my core. And oh my God, I need that fire stoked right now.

I buck my hips up slightly as he gets closer. He lets out a little chuckle, his fingers grazing over the little fabric that is covering me, letting out a growl.

“She is fucking soaked.” Drew rips my thong off me, and before I can even react to that, I feel a tongue lick straight up my slit to my clit. I moan in Asher’s mouth.

“I think her eyes just rolled back into her head.” Asher pinches my other nipple.

Remember I said sensory overload a few minutes ago? At this point, all circuits are fried.

Life at this point does not mother fucking compute.

My mind tries to focus on every touch and every feeling I am experiencing. But I can’t just focus on one thing. Asher’s lips move from mine to my breast, softly biting and pulling on my nipple before pulling away slightly.

I look down, and my hands instantly grab hold of Drew’s hair. His tongue teases around my clit. His teeth nip at it, giving it gentle kisses and blowing on it. I try to pull him deeper into me. My need to come is overpowering me; they have me so worked up, I just need to find my release.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Drew teases me.

I open my eyes to see him pulling away, and I let out a whimper. “Wait, please.” My voice comes out all hoarse. “I need?—”

“Oh, I know what you need, kitten.” Tristan steps up between my legs. “On your knees. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.”

My mind slowly processes his words as I feel Kayce and Asher pull away. Instantly, I lose the heat from their bodies on mine. And apparently, I haven’t moved fast enough, because Tristan reaches and grabs my hips and tosses me over like I’m nothing.

Then I feel a sharp pain on my ass as his hand comes down on it. I let out a yelp, and I can instantly feel myself getting wetter, if that’s even possible.

“Hey! That hurt!” I look back over my shoulder as I adjust myself from being tossed around like a ragdoll by him.

“You loved it,” Tristan growls. And before I can lie and say that I didn’t, his hands are spreading me open and he’s pressing his tongue against my slit, plunging into my wet hole, and I let out a groan.

Holy fuck me. Wait, they’re already doing that.

My eyes are closed as I take in the complete feasting Tristan is having on my pussy. He groans as his mouth works me to the edge again. My heart starts racing, my breathing picking up.

“Tristan, please. I’m so close. Please let me come,” I beg.

As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, he pulls back, and I growl at him.

“What the fuck?” I turn back at him in time to see his hand come down again on my ass. “Ow!”

“Oh, that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you, kitten.

” His hand slowly pushes up my back until he wraps his fist in my hair.

He pulls, causing my head to tip back. “Now, Asher here is going to sit down in front of you. I want to watch you wrap those beautiful lips around that cock of his. Understood, kitten?”

“Yes.” I try to nod, but his grip on my hair keeps me from doing so.

“Good girl.” I shudder at his words as he slowly lets go.

Asher leans in and kisses me, his lips eager to devour me. He pulls back and crawls in front of me, spreading his legs around me. His cock is on full display, hard as a fucking rock.

“You okay to do this, babydoll?” Asher asks me.

But I don’t answer him. Instead, I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock and bring it toward my mouth.

The minute my lips touch him, he lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck.”

“That’s it, angel. Take as much as you can.” Kayce comes up beside me, his hand going to my head, gently following my movements. My eyes flit toward him, and I observe him slowly stroking himself as he watches me take Asher. “God, you look so beautiful right now.”

I feel a hard cock press against me, and my heart starts to race. Is this going to actually happen? Fear starts to take over me. My body starts to shake. My mind instantly flashes with a memory.

I’m naked. On display, on my hand and knees, my arms and legs cuffed. My head lies against the hardness of the altar before me. There is a hood over my head, but I can see through it.

The metal cuffs cut into my skin. I try to pull on them, but there’s no give. It’s cold, and my entire body shivers. The room is barely lit, but there are torches around the altar that allow for light in the room. The air is thick with the smell of something burning.

Incense, maybe? I’m too foggy still. I look to my right and see what I think are carvings in the walls. But I don’t know what they mean.

I blink a few times. My eyes start to focus more, and I lift my head slightly. Several hooded figures stand before me. They wear black skull masks, their eyes piercing through me. They are chanting something over and over.

“Satanas...” I think is what they are saying with other words after it, but I can’t make it out. And I have no idea what it means. But they keep repeating it over and over.

“Let me go! Leave me alone and let me go!” I scream over them, yanking at the restraints holding me. My knees dig into the top of the altar, and pain shoots through me. I scream, but no one cares.

I feel a warmth spread all over my ass and back. I turn to see one of the hooded figures slicing his hand and the blood dripping all over me.

I let out a deafening scream at the horror of it all.

Another one steps up and does the same, and then another.

I can feel bile rise up in my throat, the feeling of the blood coating my skin starting to cause a wave of dizziness.

I feel like I’m ready to pass out. My breaths come fast and hard, my fists curling as I try unsuccessfully to yank at the chains again. Fear courses through my body.

“You will now and forever be mine until the day I discard you,” the voice of the man who would be my captor says behind me. “In this sacrifice, Satan, hear us,” his voice booms.

“In hoc sacrificio, Satanas audi,” the others around me chant.

“Offered, in darkness, our life, to dominate,” he speaks again.

“Oblatus est, in tenebris, vita nostra, ad dominandum,” the voices again chant. And I’m guessing they are repeating whatever he is saying in whatever language it’s in.

“From blood, our strength, to victory, through this pact.”

“Ex sanguine, fortitudo nostra, ad victoriam, per hoc pactum.”

“Blood and power, in union, Satan, grant us your power.”

“Sanguis et potentia, in unione, Satanas, da nobis tuam potentiam.”

These fuckers are chanting to fucking Satan. Believing that somehow the devil gives them some sort of power. Someone needs to pass around the fucking meds.

The creep behind me starts rubbing my back, and I can feel the wetness. And that is when I start to dry heave. The asshole is spreading the blood around.

Then my body freezes at the touch of something behind me.

No, no, no.

This man is going to force himself on me.

No! He can’t! I’m a virgin! No! He can’t take that from me! Tears roll down my face, and in that moment, I pray this has all been a dream.

But the reality is, it isn’t.

Someone lifts up the hood, letting my mouth free. For a moment, I think they are going to take it off. But I am wrong once more.

In one thrust, what was my choice to give has been taken.

Stolen.

Vomit crawls up my throat, and I begin to expel whatever contents were in my stomach. The movement makes me sick, the feeling of his body touching mine, making me gag. I want to burn every inch of my skin.

I continue to dry heave as he grunts behind me. I want to scream, but I am too stunned to do so.

“In Satan’s name,” my rapist says behind me.

“In nomine Satanae.”

And then with a grunt the disgusting asshole finishes and lets out a sigh. I feel him step back, and I let out a wail of a cry. I feel so violated, so gross. My body has no energy left in it to even fight. I still dry heave between sobs.

Two masked men step up to me. I look up in time to see a needle coming at me.

I open my mouth to let out a scream, but the darkness hits me before I can.

And I can only hope that death has taken me.