Page 119 of Deadmen's Queen

My heart hammered in my chest as the bidding started at two million pounds and quickly escalated from there.

“Thirty million,” a woman in a sleek red dress called out, her voice sharp and confident. I shifted in Nate's lap, my breath hitching as he remained still inside me.

“Thirty-five,” came a deeper voice from the left. I glanced around, trying to find who had bid. It was the same older man who had gone against Nate for the previous item.

The room fell into silence. My heart pounded against my chest as I recognised who it was - Arthur Callaghan, a man known for his vast collection of unique art pieces.

Bast's eyes met mine from across the room, a smirk playing on his lips.

“The current bid is at thirty-five million. Do we hear forty?”

The suspense hung thick in the air as everyone awaited the next move. My skin buzzed with anticipation and excitement. The high of creating something that others admired enough to spend their money on was almost as good as the pleasure Nate had been building up in me earlier.

“Forty million,” called a familiar voice and I looked over to see Tristan standing at the door to the kitchen. He grinned over at me as I shook my head.

Bast raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it. His face held an amused look as he spoke into the microphone once more,

“Forty million from Mr Blackwood, any advance on forty?”

My eyes darted around at the eager hands shooting up to bid, a small victorious thrill making its home in my chest. Nate's grip tightened around me as he thrust up into me slightly, a soft groan escaping my lips.

“Focus, baby,” he whispered. I did my best to keep my composure, but every touch was turning my brain to mush. Nate's fingers had found my clit again, and I was gripping his arm tightly. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as Nate timed his thrusts with Bast's count. My body was wound tight, teetering on the edge of what promised to be a spectacular climax.

“Eighty!” shouted Callaghan.

My mouth dropped open and Nate pinched my clit hard, sending my body spiralling over the edge. I gripped the edge of the table and I came around his cock, barely hearing Bast as he ended the bidding. My body shook under the force of my climax, and I struggled to breathe quietly, biting down hard on my lip to stop myself moaning out loud.

“Sold! To Mr Callaghan for eighty million. Congratulations, and thank you for your generosity, sir.”

I heard Nate grunt, his body stiffening as my pussy convulsed around his cock, and then he was filling me silently with his cum, as the audience applauded around us. Bast closed the auction, his eyes fixed on Nate and I, as he made his way through the tables to where we sat, still locked together.

“You looked like you enjoyed that, Ms Black,” Bast said, grinning down at me.

“It was rather thrilling,” I said, grinning, looking up at him with so much love and pride, I thought my heart might burst.

On the last night of the Deadmen’s Club, Bast had taken me to bed when we reached the hotel. As we’d drifted off to sleep, he told me he’d finally spoken to his father and he would no longer be taking over as head of the Syndicate. His father had promised to work something out, but after the unexpected demise of Lord Carver, Edward Blake found it much easier to run the Syndicate more to his own liking, and Bast was now a free man. It suited him and the charity gave him a real purpose and a chance to do some good in the world.

He held out his hand and I took it, gasping as he pulled me up and off Nate’s cock. Without a word, he led me out of the ballroom, and through the door to where the cars were parked. Another limousine waited for us, but I tugged on his hand.

“Bast, I need to clean up…”

“Leave it,” he said. He opened the door to the car, guiding me inside. Tristan was already inside, looking hot as fuck as he lounged back on the leather seats, his trousers undone and his hand wrapped around his cock.

“On your knees, slut. This man needs his cock sucked, and I have been dying to eat out your pussy since Nate started fucking you in there.”

He pushed me down onto my knees, and I lowered my head, taking Tristan into my mouth. Bast wrenched down my underwear, pushing my legs apart and pressing his mouth to my pussy.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he moaned as I gasped under his tongue. “I can taste his cum in you. Fuck.” He grabbed my thighs, devouring me like he was starving.

Tristan leaned back, his eyes half-closed and a smug smile tugging at his lips while I worked him over in the dimly lit backseat of the limousine. The car rumbled to life beneath us, the slight vibrations adding an extra layer to the already intoxicating sensations swirling inside of me.

I slid my mouth down Tristan's shaft, taking him all the way in, while Bast continued his onslaught, licking up every trace of Nate's release, bringing an entirely new level of pleasure roaring through me. The taste of Tristan combined with the feel of Bast had my body on edge, my mind already diving headfirst into a pleasure-filled haze.

The car pulled to a stop, and the door opened. Nate climbed in next to us and sat down next to Tristan, watching us. I reached for his zipper, sliding my hand inside to release his cock, moving from Tristan to him, and then back again.

“Spread your legs wider,” Bast growled from beneath me. I complied immediately, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver up my spine. His tongue delved deeper into me, making quick work of the mess Nate had left.

“I hate not being able to see you,” growled Nate. He reached forward, and grabbing the fabric with both hands he tore my dress apart, dropping the pieces to the floor.

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