Page 24 of Kings of Decay
I kicked open the door and pulled Willow out with me, keeping a tight grip on her wrist.
"Looks like the party has hit its peak already," Ainsley said, his hands in his pockets.
The cabin was practically vibrating with heavy bass. Music pulsed through the thick walls, and its rhythm echoed in our chests as we led Willow inside.
The inside of the cabin was dimly lit, but I could still make out a few faces in the sea of dancers, some turned in sensual pairs, their bodies moving together in unison. Others were standing off to the side, nursing drinks or engrossed in endless conversations with their friends.
Willow's breathing hitched as she looked around the room. Eventually, her gaze settled on me. "Why bother bringing me here?" she asked, high-pitched and accusatory. "There's plenty of hot girls."
"Already used and discarded, little mouse," I said. "You're... fresh."
I didn't miss her shudder.
"Come on, let's get you in something more fitting of a Halloween party," Ainsley snapped his fingers at a blonde girlthat I fucked last year. I couldn't remember her name, but her daddy made his money in oil and gold. She was a little too blonde, a little too eager to please. I'd had my fun with her, but I was done with her now.
"You, go get Willow a costume," Ainsley ordered her. "And get her something to drink while you're at it."
The blonde nodded and scurried off to do Ainsley's bidding, clearly used to obeying him.
Willow tried to escape our grip as we led her to a nearby bedroom. "Please," she whispered.
We needed to get her out of those dull and unflattering clothes.
"Strip down," I ordered.
Willow glared at me.
I pulled the knife from my belt. "Take those ugly-ass clothes off. Now."
Flash feared across her face. With shaking hands, she pulled off her pants and long-sleeved shirt.
My cock stiffened against my black jeans. She was wearing a cute pair of polka-dot panties and a matching bra. I rumbled low in my throat as I pulled her close, moving my hands across her tanned skin. "Did you wear that for us?"
"Fuck off," she hissed. Her face was burning with shame. "You're fucking sick."
There was a knock at the door, which Ainsley opened.
The blonde, whose name I finally remembered as Lila, handed Willow a slinky cat costume with a plunging neckline and a fluffy tail.
Willow shook her head, refusing to take it. "I'm not wearing that," she said stubbornly.
"Fine," I said, amusement tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Then you can be naked."
"No!" Willow gasped and grabbed the costume from Lila. "I'll wear your stupid costume." She quickly put it on with her back turned towards us. She looked perfect in the slutty cat costume. It showed off every curvy of her body and pushed her tits together so tight they threatened to spill out. The short hem barely covered her ass.
I could sense Ainsley becoming aroused, and it was evident that he was impressed by her attitude. The blood was surging through me, too. We may not have been blood brothers, but our dark tendencies were the same.
"Well, darling, you're in for a treat." Ainsley grinned wickedly. "We have a special tradition for this night. It's a little game we play." Ainsley explained with a sly smile. "But first, let's get you something to drink."
"I don't drink," Willow said.
"You're in our house now, Willow. You'll drink when we say so," I said as I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the bedside table. Someone must have forgotten it in here during the party, but it was still half full.
I opened the bottle and took a swig, wincing at the taste of cheap liquor. It burned all the way down before I handed it to Willow.
"Drink up, little mouse. Or do you want to be punished?" Ainsley asked as he hovered over her. One corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as she slowly raised the bottle to her lips.
Willow winced as she took a tiny sip.
