Page 120 of Gilded Locks
“Some parties are controlled. Those, you can attend?—”
“As long as you follow the rules.”
“Which are?”
“You are always with one of us, and never go off on your own.”
“No one, besides us, touches you.”
“And if anyone even looks at you wrong, you tell us immediately.”
“Okay.” She nodded her agreement. “Does that mean I can go to the party?”
“Yes, as long as you’re fine with being fucked in front of the guests.”
Her eyes went wide again. “Um…”
“Take time to think it over.”
“Will other women be there?”
“Yes.”
“Naked?”
“Yes.”
She scoffed. “Then I’ll be there. And I’ll have some rules of my own.”
Hunter smirked, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Those women do not interest us, Lisichka.”
Ash took her hand. “You’re everything we need.”
“In the spring though, you’re going to have to sit some festivities out.”
“What’s in the spring?”
“We host the annual Feast of the Fallen.”
She sat back. “What’s that?”
“It’s organized by Jack Thorne, and it’s not anything you need to attend.”
“But what is it?”
The men exchanged glances. “It’s an exclusive party with a strict guest list. You’re not on it.”
She scowled at Stone and turned her gaze to Ash. “What aren’t they telling me?”
He sighed. “Wealthy men, from all over the world, pay two million dollars to attend. The first million goes toward the house. The second million goes toward one of the hunted.”
She tipped her head, certain she had misheard him. “I’m sorry, the hunted? What, exactly, are they hunting?”
“Women,” Hunter explained. “Guests.”
“Volunteers.”
“You’re saying these women want to be hunted?”
