Page 77 of Deadmen's Captive

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, dragging the dungarees down my body quickly. He didn’t even bother removing them, just shoved them down to my ankles and pushed me down onto the bed.

“Bast! What-”

There was a tearing sound as my underwear was shredded and then his mouth was between my legs and I cried out loudly.

“Bast, fuck!”

His tongue lapped at my clit before his lips fastened around it, sucking it into his mouth. I moaned, grabbing at his head as he ate me out, hard and fast, his tongue circling and flicking at my clit over and over again.

“Oh my God, Bast!” The sensations began to spiral, heat building faster and faster inside me as he licked me, and I gripped his shoulders hard. I whimpered under his mouth, needing more, and then suddenly, he was gone.

My eyes flew open to see him standing looking down at me.

“I said you weren’t allowed to come.”

“You bastard,” I hissed, reaching down to pull up my underwear, only to find them in tatters. I pressed my legs together, practically shaking with need as I sat up. Bast stepped forward, slipping his hand into my hair and gripping it tightly, forcing me to look up at him.

“You need to remember, Paige. You signed that contract yourself this time. For this next year, until we graduate, I own you. Every inch of you. Even that delicious pussy. And if I say you can’t come, then you don’t come.”

I glared up at him, then gasped as his fingers slid between my legs again, stroking slowly, gently. I ground down against them, craving friction and he laughed.

“Didn’t take long to corrupt you, did it Paige? Sweet little virgin to desperate whore in a couple of weeks. I am going to enjoy tonight.”

He pulled his fingers away, and I bit down hard on my lip, trying not to cry out in frustration as he turned and walked towards the door.

“Get ready Paige. The ritual will be starting soon.”

Chapter Thirty Three

PAIGE

The clink of glass against the silver tray was almost soothing as I moved through the Underworld feasting room, serving drinks to Bast, Nate, and Tristan. Shadows danced along the walls, thrown by the discreetly placed candles, adding to the dark and decadent atmosphere. The evening had unfolded with an unexpected decorum; business speakers had addressed the club members with talks of markets and mergers. Yet there was an edge to their eloquence, a sharpness that betrayed their elite status, and it wasn't lost on me. These weren’t your average public speakers, and I got the feeling the club was the only place they gave their speeches to.

"Scotch, neat," I said, placing the tumbler in front of Bast. His eyes flicked up to mine and he nodded briefly.

I felt a flicker of disappointment as I served Tristan and Nate their drinks. With all the build up I’d felt towards tonight, it seemed like all I was expected to do was serve them their drinks. I should have been relieved, but a tiny part of me had been hoping for something more… challenging.

"Thanks, Paige," Tristan murmured, his voice low and smooth as velvet. His gaze lingered a little too long on the low cut front of my dress as I bent down a little to set his drink on the pristine white tablecloth in front of him. A shiver ran down my spine as he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, and I couldn’t help remember the induction night when he’d dropped to his knees and made me come with that tongue. The mischievous spark in his eyes made me think he was remembering it too and I blushed as I straightened up, my hand reaching up to make sure the black lace mask was still in place.

He looked pale tonight, and slightly gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes, and I realised he must have been much sicker than he'd let on. I hoped he wasn't pushing himself too hard by being here, but I was glad to see him again. I didn't want to admit it, but I'd missed him a lot.

Movement to Tristan’s left had me backing away into the shadows, as Bast stood up to address the room, and I realised the man who’d been speaking had taken his seat again.

“I want to thank all of the speakers for giving up their time this evening,” said Bast clearly, his voice ringing out across the hall. “And to welcome them back to the Deadmen’s Club for this event. I’m sure you’ll all agree having their up to date insights on the markets will be invaluable to our own progression.'' He turned towards where the four speakers were sitting, and nodded. “As a gesture of our thanks, we invite you to stay for the festivities and to feel free to partake in the activities we have planned for this evening.”

My eyes flicked back from the businessmen to Bast, wondering what activities he was talking about. At a signal from him, servers entered the room carrying plates of food of richly roasted meats, fine cheeses, and delicate pastries. The smell alone was intoxicating. The servers were followed by a stream of attractive young women. None of them wore masks like me, but all wore red satin dresses exactly the same style as my black one. Unease filled me, as the women wandered through the tables, slipping in next to the students and the businessmen.

Attention still on him, Bast held his hands wide. “The Second Trial has begun. Now we feast!”

A cheer went up from the men, and the noise of general chatter rose up from the crowd below us.

“Paige, come here,” snapped Nate. I glanced at Bast and at a nod from him, moved across the platform to his right where Nate was sitting. Nate shoved his chair back, then reached out to grab my wrist.

“You need to eat too,” he said, pulling me down onto his lap. I stiffened in surprise, but he pushed his chair closer to the table, one arm snaking around my waist, holding me there.

"Can't have you wasting away," Nate muttered against my ear. He speared a morsel of food with his fork and held it to my lips.

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