Page 125 of Enthrall Climax

“Enjoy our delicacies,” said Alton as he walked to the door. “Remember, to refuse our gift would be considered rude.”

“What would happen if we declined?” Shay risked the question.

Alton looked surprised. “You’d be escorted from the house, gentlemen.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, they’re all well-trained. Afterward, you’ll be free to explore.” He turned to the women. “Serve the house.”

“Yes, sir,’ they replied in unison.

I stared at the two-way glass, wondering if Chastain was standing behind it.

“I’m ready,” whispered Shay.

ILEANED AGAINST THE TWO-WAYglass with my trembling hands splayed against it, staring through at Cameron and Shay.

They were here. They’d come for me.

Cameron’s hair was disheveled, and with his five o’clock shadow he actually looked dangerous. Shay matched his ruggedness and was looking at him with concern.

I could see why.

Upon that four-poster bed sat three pretty naked subs, waiting patiently for these two alphas.

No, please no…

Don’t betray me.

My elation was fast disappearing. I dared to look back at Master Chastain. His eyes were filled with amusement as he tapped a leather whip against his palm. “You’re about to see what kind of man you were going to marry.”

“I’m still going to marry him.” I turned to face the window.

They were just one room away.If I ran out the door and through the next one…

Chastain walked over to a control panel and turned a switch. The sound came on in the room. We’d hear every word they spoke. Every noise.

Everything…

Cameron and Shay’s whispers carried; they were huddled in the corner talking privately.

“Hey!” I shouted.

“They can’t hear you,” warned Chastain. “If you bang on the glass again, I’ll whip you. If you try to escape, I’ll whip you. If you fail to watch, I’ll fuck you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“It pleases me.”

I turned around and hurried toward him. “Whatever disagreement you have with Cam, it was a long time ago. You were cordial in the restaurant. You looked like you were friends.”

He peered over my shoulder. “You’re missing it.”

“We have money. We’ll give you whatever you want. I’m begging you.”

The tip of Chastain’s whip lifted my chin. “I will be checking to see how wet you are afterward.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You flatter me, Mia.” He spun me around and flung me over the back of a velvet chair. “Just to prove I always mean what I say—”

He grabbed a handful of my hair as his whip struck my ass with a snap. I yelped from the intense pain, unable to escape his grasp. My fingers curled into the velvet as I rode out the agony of each strike, my heart aching for Cameron, who was so close and yet so far away.