Page 117 of The Duke and the Disciple

And I want more.

“Up for some illusions tonight, beautiful?” She was still reeling from the encounter with the man whose face she’d never even seen the whole of, and she didn’t at first realize the man speaking to her was one of the two who had nodded at her in the green room.

Rahn rolledhis tense hands over the arm of the settee wherethat manhad... had...

White-hot rage seared the back of his eyes. How savage had handled her... like she meant nothing... like she was merely a hole for him to exploit. Like she wasn’t a talented, clever, beautiful creature deserving of everything.

I don’t care what she says.

I don’t care if she hates me for it.

I’m getting her out of here before this place swallows her whole.

The room was linedwith plush cushions of violet, cerulean, and gold. The walls, too, were painted in these colors, art with no pattern. One of the men slid his hands along her shoulders and cleared her hair from her neck to kiss it. The other grabbed her chin and lifted her mouth to his. She moaned at the dual sensations of the men behind her and in front of her.

“You can call me A, and he’s B. When the light goes out, you’ll know me by the scar on my chest,” the redhead, A, said. She finally got a good look at them both—the other had hair as dark as night—and realized they were brothers. “And you are, beautiful?”

“Ella,” she said, her eyes on their cocks, both of them hard.Two more ways to forget.“But you can call me whatever you want.”

The men exchanged lustful glances. “Put this on,” A said and handed her a blindfold.

Aesylt turned the silk cloth over in her hand. “Will you be wearing one?”

A grinned. “No, beautiful. We need to see you.”

“All of you,” B replied.

Aesylt didn’t want the men to think she was hesitating from lack of interest, so she removed her mask and tied the blindfold as best she could. One of the men came up behind her and tightened it, but he pulled her hair aside so it wouldn’t get caught.

“Comfortable enough?” A asked.

“More importantly, can you see?” B laughed.

“Yes, it’s comfortable enough. And no.” She smiled and waved her hands in front of her eyes. “Not a thing.”

“This is your first time at Revelry,” B said. “Hopefully not your last,Ella,so we’ll go easy on you. This time.”

“This time,” A stated, and they both laughed.

They were being kind and considerate, two things she hadn’t expected after the crude way the other man had fucked her on the couch and left without a word.

But kind and considerate wouldn’t obliterate the pain.

“Actually,” she said, tilting her head back. “I’d prefer you didn’t.”

Rahn searched every room.He was chased out of two and yelled at by revelers in three others. He mumbled hollow apologies as he looked behind couches and turned over cushions, dodging swats and objections. He reached for anything he could find, anything to erase the image of Aesylt being manhandled by that degenerate.

He was as much looking for that cretin as Aesylt.

Rahn couldn’t catch his breath. Every one was too short, too strained. He wheezed, dark spots teasing his vision.

He closed his eyes and reminded himself what was at stake if he couldn’t pull himself together.

Aesylt was ledto a pile of cushions that seemed higher than the others, with A holding one hand, B the other. They gently laid her back, spreading her legs as she was nestled into place. Being blindfolded was so disorienting that when a tongue lathed the center of her, she realized she was only surprised because she’d been expecting something else.

“You taste like another man, Ella.” A sounded almost reproving. “We’ll remedy that.”

Despite the nip in the air, she wasn’t cold, because the warm hands of the men were tracing every inch of her. A caressed her thighs as he licked at her. B ran his hands down her arms... her torso.

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