Page 64 of Brutal Empire

“It’s showtime, Angel.”

Our revenge would start today.

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The car ridehad mostly been silent, with a question here or there from me. This was his show, and I was following his lead. The place we were going to was in the heart of the city. I tried not to focus on all the new developments that had happened while I had been gone. I might have been stuck in limbo, but time had not.

We arrived at a hotel, and the valet took our car. The workers all smiled at us as we walked to the door. There were too many people here, and I was sick to my stomach, thinking they could all be aware of what was happening.

Bastian led us all the way to the end of the lobby, where there were twelve elevators on the first floor. They only rode halfway to where we needed them to go. Then we had to take another one to reach the floor we were looking for. The lighting was minimal, with a few mops and buckets lying around. It looked like it belonged to maintenance rather than to a party.

“The numbers in the order we took them unlock this floor,” Bas explained when he saw my look of confusion.

He walked ahead of me, but as he did it this time, he reached for my hand. I clasped my fingers tightly against his. A man stood in front of a door. He searched Bas first and then me. It was less intensive than I thought it would be, or maybe they didn’t know we came here ready to wage war.

If Bastian had any weapons on him, he didn’t say, but I didn’t think he would come here unarmed.

As soon as the doors opened, you could hear the sounds coming from the music and the murmur of the people inside. I had prepared myself for this, but telling myself what would happen and seeing it for myself were two different things. A crowd was gathered, watching as the people in the center were involved in various sexual acts. It took me longer than it took Bastian to figure that out. After a couple was finished, they made their way to where a guard was standing in front of another door.

It was a vetting process, but not between partners. They were men and women who belonged to the club. I immediately started to panic. I was nothing but a show pony for Xander Yates, a prized mare he loved to show off at these parties.

“Bas,” I croaked, and even through the music, I knew he heard me. His hand cupped my cheek, and he spoke in my ear as I continued watching the scene before me.

“No one but me is ever going to touch you again,” he vowed. “It might be fucking selfish of me to get off on the idea that you hate other people touching you but you don’t mind me. That you never got wet for anyone but me, and the first time you felt pleasure was becauseof me.”

It made me feel better, but we still had to get into that door, and right now, I was nothing but a dead weight for him.

“Trust me,” he whispered as he led us to the center. He positioned me behind the chair, and then he sat on it.

“I want your eyes on me the whole fucking time,” he said between gritted teeth. My eyes didn’t leave him, but I could still see when a man approached us. He was good-looking and young. He pulled out a gold foil packet and gave it to Bas. His hands then went to the waistband of Bas’s pants.

“I’ll do it,” I found myself saying before I could back out of it. Bas’s surprised gaze was on me instantly, his breathing pattern changing. The man nodded and stepped to the side. My hands glided down Bastian’s body. They were unsteady, but I undid the belt.

“You don’t have to do it,” he croaked as I got the buckle and zipper undone.

I ignored him and held my breath as I reached into his pants. He was already hard, and I could feel him growing under my touch. My hand wrapped around him, and my belly dipped at his feel. I ignored the people as much as I could, but their stares washed over my skin, and sadly, that was a feeling I still couldn’t get rid of, no matter how much I wanted to. Bas’s chest was rising and falling rapidly by the time I pulled him out. There was a metal ball at the tip of his dick, and it was covered in moisture. Without thinking, I rubbed the pad of my thumb over it, and he groaned.

The man cleared his throat. “Entrance to the other room is only allowed if the service pleasures you. You have to give before you take.”

I opened the foil packet and put the condom on Bastian. I straightened myself so that I could look into his eyes once more. They were filled with lust. The man kneeled between Bastian’s spread knees.

Bas wrapped one of his hands over my neck and pulled me toward him. One of my hands rested on his chest, and I could feel how hard his heart was beating.

I kissed him at the same time the man took Bas into his mouth. My hands roamed over his chest as Bas deepened our kiss. The moment he slid his tongue in, I moaned against him, and this caused him to lift his hips.

My hands went even lower, and I knew Bas liked this by the way his hand gripped me. He began to kiss his way down my neck, and I couldn’t help but whimper.

“The only mouth I want to fuck is yours,” he rasped as he bit my ear. My hand made it to the top of the man’s head, and I gripped his hair and forced him to pull back. Then I took Bastian’s cock in my fist and removed the condom as I moved my hand up and down.

Bas started to move his hips, and he let out a groan that made me shiver. Just as he was going to come, I pulled the man by the collar of his shirt lower so Bas’s release could land on him.

By the time he finished, I was also panting. It was oddly satisfying to wield this type of control.

“Your job here is done,” I said, and the man licked the cum that had landed on his lips and walked away.

Bas fixed himself as I straightened myself. He got up from the chair and put his index finger under my chin.

“Are you okay?”

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