Page 41 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Rain’s head turns rapidly toward it.

Francesca’s dad, my uncle Gregory, is cheering.

Rain then turns to face me, her eyes squinting as she points to him. My little bat is displeased. We can’t have that, can we?

Her own father is clapping.

Reminds me of mine.

Flashes of my cleansing invade my mind. They are clear, vivid images. How he cupped me. Had his friends watch as I lay in the copper tub. Then how I prepared for him later, where he had me on that table ready for the taking. He just stood back and watched. He was going to let it happen. Until Elijah Sinclair saved me. Freed me. Owned me.

Where did that get my father? Dead.

Francesca’s father is no better.

I watch as she dangles before us. Feet pointed to the ground, exposed and mutilated. She was going to ruin my family. She had to go.

Him.

He has betrayed his blood. He doesn’t deserve to live another minute.

I wonder if E feels the same.

He hated his mom. She betrayed him terribly. Never picking him first. My poor boy.

Thankfully, his dad isn’t like our past experiences. Nathaniel is like my mom. My eyes go bright while my lips curl, smiling. I wish she were here to experience this. They would have gotten along wonderfully.

But, instead, she's here in spirit. Always.

E jumps off the table and walks over to me. He raises his mask, exposing his face, then raises mine as he grips the back of my head and smashes his lips into mine. His teeth nip at me as he devours everything I give him. My hands grip his shirt, needing him closer to me. Our tongues battle for dominance as they become intertwined with one another. My nose is pressed tightly against his face, and I use his lungs for oxygen, breathing in through my mouth as we continue to kiss. E’s lashes tickle me, and a chill tingles up my spine as I rise to my tiptoes. Our breathing gets heavy, and his cock strains against his pants as he grinds his hips into me. Opening my eyes, they look up to his. They are already open looking at me.

I’ve never done this, kissed with open eyes like this. But it feels more intimate, seeing into each other's souls during our battle of passion.

His grip against my head weakens, and his mouth pulls back as I lean in. The tip of my nose rubs against his before settling back down on my feet. We still keep eye contact as he mouths silently, “Don’t worry.”

We both lower the black masks again over our exposed faces.

His hand gently touches mine, rubbing my palm in slow circles as he looks around the space, plotting. The movements abruptly stop. E knows exactly what he’s going to do. I smile under my mask in delight.

He leads the way as he begins walking toward the staircase. I scurry after him, not wanting to be left behind, completely forgetting I couldn’t as my leash is still in his hand.

Casually, he steps down each stair. I hold on to the cool railing against my hand, not wanting to trip, as the dim lighting makes it hard to see while stepping down each black step.

Reaching the main floor, we walk hand in hand toward his uncle Gregory, his dad, and a few others.

A bright light coming from beside me catches my attention. It’s quick. As the door opens and then closes, it’s gone. All that remains is that girl with the latex mask, but this time she is naked with only the mask left on. Something catches her eye. I follow where she is focused, and once I see where she is looking, I’m shocked.

Nathaniel Sinclair.

A glint of light catches his eye and I can see him looking back at her.

Shifting my eyes between the two, I watch to see who makes the first move.

The girl in the latex does. She steps away from where she is standing and walks away from the main room, disappearing down a dark hall. Nate catches me watching. His eyes widen through the holes in his mask. I bring my finger to my lips, zipping them closed and pretending to throw away the key. His shoulders relax. As we both focus back on E and his uncle, who are speaking.

It doesn’t seem as if anyone else noticed Nate and I, all attention is on the two men before us.

E shouts over the loud music, “I can barely fucking hear you, old man,” while motioning toward the outside.

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