Page 79 of Doomed

When she’s clean, I help her from the bath and wrap her in a plush towel, patting her dry with unusual patience. I’ve never been a patient man, but this feels different. She feels different. She makes me want to get it right, which doesn’t necessarily mean right now. She deserves a patient man, and for Bianca, that is what I will be.

From a nearby table, I retrieve the beautiful black dress with a deep slit up the leg—all the girls wear the same one. And then I dress in my suit, keeping my dick out of the zipper, as is customary for the feast.

“Perfect,” I whisper, stepping back to admire her. The dress elevates her to unearthly radiance—a gift to unwrap later. “You ready?”

Bianca looks down at herself, then meets my eyes with quiet calm.

“I’m ready.”

I lead Bianca down the grand hallway toward the feast room, her arm brushing against mine with each step. My fingers trace possessive patterns against her bare hip.

“Remember,” I whisper against her ear, “everyone will be watching you. But you belong to me.”

She shivers against my side, and I can’t help my smug grin. Fucking perfect.

We reach the massive oak doors. I pause, drinking in the sight of her one more time before we enter.

“Ready for your debut, princess?”

She nods, eyes wide but determined.

I push open the doors, and conversation falters as all eyes turn to us. The feast room gleams with candlelight reflected in polished surfaces. A massive table dominates the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs—twelve of them already occupied by hunters, all fully dressed in expensive suits with one obvious modification. Each man’s cock stands proudly through his open zipper, a grotesque formal wear tradition that always amuses me.

Beside each seated hunter stands their claimed prey, all in similar dresses—none of them looks as perfect as Bianca.

I notice empty seats for Vane, Xavier, and me. Fashionably late, as expected.

“Ah, our resident jester finally arrives,” calls Landon from across the table. Standing next to him is a brunette.

I guide Bianca to my chair, where she settles in, and keep her standing, my hand firmly at her waist.

The doors open again, and Vane strides in, looking smug as fuck. Lia is beside him, wearing the same black dress, but her arms are decorated in green ribbons that match his mask. He takes his seat, pulling Lia close with possessive dominance.

Minutes later, the room falls silent as Xavier enters with Mira, his commanding presence demanding attention before he’s even fully through the doorway.

Xavier settles into his chair with that cold, imperial air that’s always marked him as our leader. His gaze sweeps the room before landing on Mira.

“Come here,” he commands.

She approaches him on shaky legs, and I can’t help but smirk at her uncertainty. Xavier doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. His hands grip her waist, pulling her directly onto his lap with her back against his chest.

I watch with growing interest as Xavier’s hand slides beneath the slit in her dress, parting her legs casually to drape over his thighs. The glass tabletop conceals nothing—the bastard’s making sure we all get the full view of his conquest.

“Xavier, what are you—” Mira starts to question.

Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as Xavier lifts her slightly and brings her down onto his cock. The room collectively inhales at the display. Always the fucking showman.

I turn to Bianca, who’s watching with wide eyes, her breath coming faster. “Come here, princess,” I growl, pulling her onto my lap before she can respond.

She gasps as I position her like Mira, her fingers gripping the edge of the glass table. I thrust upward, entering her in one smooth stroke, loving how perfectly she takes me.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear as she shudders around me. “Let them see who you belong to.”

Across the table, Vane’s already got his hands under Lia’s dress, lifting her easily. His eyes meet mine in silent competition as he seats her on his cock.

My attention shifts to Cora, accompanied by her three hunters. Dominic has her impaled on his lap, her face a fascinating canvas of shame. The other two flank her like wolves, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin they can reach.

“Think they’ll pass her around?” I whisper to Bianca, feeling her clench around me at the suggestion.