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"Such a good little Persephone," he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my neck. "Look at them...every single one of them wishes they were in my place right now."

The words hit me hard, fueling my desire even further. The thought of being on display like this, for everyone to see and envy was intoxicating.

Bast's fingers continued their merciless assault and I felt myself beginning to lose control again. I whimpered and writhed under his touch, feeling dangerously close once again.

Suddenly he stopped his movements again and I cried out in frustration. My nails dug into his forearm as I tried to grind down onto his hand, but he kept me pinned tightly against him.

“Wait,” he commanded.

I swallowed hard, nodding as I gripped the armrests on either side of me for support. Bast continued to tease and play with me, bringing me to the edge only to pull away again. It was agonisingly sweet, and every denied orgasm only made me want it more.

The men in front of us watched intently, their panting breaths heavy in the air. Some had their hands under their tables, clearly pleasuring themselves at the sight of me writhing on Bast’s lap. The thought spurred me onwards. My body ached for release but I forced myself to keep it at bay, obeying Bast's command.

“Tell them who you belong to,” Bast murmured against my earlobe, his fingers brushing over my sensitive bud once again.

“You,” I gasped. “I belong to you.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Now you can come.” He reached down, sliding his fingers into my wetness and pinching my clit hard. That was all it took. I screamed as the orgasm so long denied raged through me, my head falling back against his chest, his strong arms feeling like the only things that were keeping me tethered to the planet as stars exploded in my mind.

As my climax ripped through me, I clung to Bast, my body shuddering uncontrollably on his lap. He growled in satisfaction, his hand moving from my clit to my waist as he held me steady, allowing the waves of pleasure to crash over me.

"Such a good girl," he breathed into my ear, his voice matching the dark satisfaction radiating off him.

The room around us erupted into cheers and whistles as I rode out my orgasm on Bast's lap. The feeling of being watched only heightened my pleasure, the lewd comments and applause sending another thrill through me.

“One night, I’m going to fuck you in front of them all,” he growled into my ear. “First me, then Tristan, then Nate, and you’re going to come around all of our cocks. Do you hear me, Persephone?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my body still shaking from the climax.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… Hades.”

Chapter Thirty Five

PAIGE

My eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar ceiling, strange patterns of shadows dancing across the smooth expanse above me. For a moment, I lay still, my heart pounding in the silent room, trying to place where I was. The shadows above me danced, and I pushed myself up on my elbows, looking around the room. Black candles with golden flames were placed around the room, and although the furnishings were opulent and dark, the candlelight lent them a softness that made my heart slow.

I was in the bedroom at the clubhouse. Memories flooded back to me of Bast scooping me up in his arms and carrying me from the feasting room as the party continued in full swing. He’d brought me here, and cleaned me up before helping me climb into the black silk sheets that were currently wrapped around me. Hades in his domain, and here I was, their Persephone in his bed, wrapped in the luxury of his underworld.

I shifted, feeling the dull ache between my legs, and smiled at the memory of the incredible climax Bast had given me. His scent surrounded me and I looked down to find myself wearing a black shirt and nothing more. It was his, I knew it was from his scent, and I inhaled deeply. He hadn’t said much as he’d cared for me, softly cleaning my skin and brushing my hair till it shone in the candlelight. Bast was a man of so many contradictions. Ice cold during the day, but with a dark passion that burned like hellfire under his skin, and then warm with an unexpected tenderness. He’d sat with me, sensing somehow that I didn’t want to be alone. Neither of us spoke, but he’d sat next to me, softly stroking my hair until reality had faded away and I’d slept.

The images of the night before crept into my mind, and I blushed, even though I was alone in the room. The low hum of voices from the men watching us. The expectant looks. The floor beneath my knees as I moved from one to another, claiming each with a hunger I hadn't understood until now. From the outside, it could have looked like I was being used by each of them as their slave, forced to kneel as they fucked my mouth over and over again, denying me my own pleasure until the very end.

My mother's voice, cold and sharp, cut through my mind. "Worthless slut." I flinched, despite knowing she was a hundred miles away and that there was no way she could know what had happened here. Still, two decades of conditioning had me drawing my knees up and wrapping my arms around them, rocking gently as her insults poured into my skull like a stream of poison.

Disgusting slutty little bitch. Used like some rag doll, now cast aside as they fuck the other women you saw. Useless even on your knees. Fucking whore.

A hot tear slipped down my cheek, hitting the silk sheets below me. I choked back a sob, fighting to keep the rest of them at bay. My breath hitched, tears welling in my eyes as my mother's voice wove cruel words through the confines of my mind. What if she was right? What if that’s all I was to them? Even Bast had told me it was just an arrangement for the year, it wasn’t as if any of them had feelings for me. I was just a body for them to fuck.

I bit down on my lower lip, trying to smother the sob that threatened to break free. The tremble in my hands was unmistakable now, as I buried my face into my knees. What had I done? What had I become for these men that I barely knew? My shoulders shook with silent sobs, my choked whimpers seeming deafening in the silence of the room, but as her insults flowed through my mind, I heard another voice. Bast’s voice.

Such a good little slut… what a beautiful little whore you are for me… that’s my good girl…

My tears eased, and I lifted my head, blinking them away. My mother's words were cruel, they always had been. But they fought with a new truth stirring within me. I wasn't used. I wasn't worthless. The men around me hadn't cast me aside as she'd declared. They'd used me, yes, but it was anything but pitiful. It was reverence, desire so thick, it felt like electricity buzzing across my skin. And Bast... Bast had cared for me afterwards, and Nate the first time; tending to me like no one else ever had.

Nate. Dark hair, darker eyes—his gaze often felt like it could cut right through me, seeing parts of my soul I didn't even understand yet. There was an intensity to him that was both frightening and alluring. His silence spoke volumes, the quiet before the storm, and I knew there was more beneath his brooding exterior. The way he could be so rough with me and then so tender, it only added to my attraction. Yes, he was huge, and the idea of going further with him terrified me, but also sent a thrill through my body. I could only imagine what he would be like if he let go of that iron control he seemed to need so much. There was something about that that drew me in, something dark that connected us, and I needed to know more.

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