Page 33 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

Cain threw back his head and laughed, and something inside my stomach wiggled around at the sound of it. "You can call me "sir" any time you want," Cain answered with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and picked up a random spoon, shoving soup in my mouth just so I could pretend to ignore them as they all laughed at me, as though Cain had just told the most hilarious joke known to man.

The soup was pretty good too. Once again, I wasn't sure exactly what was in it, but for soup, it was good. Much better than all the options at the cafeteria at least.

There was a knock on the double doors behind me, and I craned my neck to see who was there.

"Come in," Cain drawled, like he was king of the castle. The door opened and the same guy who'd been such a gracious tour guide of this place peeked his head in, his gaze immediately going to me.

"Don't look at her," snapped Pax abruptly, and my gaze immediately went to him. The other three were looking at him with matching frowns.

"What do you want, Drew?" Remington asked.

"The entertainment is here," Drew answered, his gaze steadfastly averted from mine like he was afraid that Paxton was going to pound his face in.

A nasty grin crossed Cain's face, and I knew that whatever the entertainment was, I wasn't going to like it. Stellan shot me a smirk for good measure, and I contemplated just walking out. But that was what they wanted. They wanted to push me and see how much it took before I broke. I was stubborn. It would've been easier just to lay down and lose, but my pride wouldn't let me do it. Dread splashed through my veins when four beautiful girls walked in, wearing nothing but skimpy, expensive-looking lingerie and high heels.

There was a girl for every taste. The first girl had blonde hair cut in a sharp bob, with wide brown eyes and dark red lipstick that contrasted perfectly with her milky white pale skin. Her body was encased in an ice blue bra and panty set. Another girl was Asian, her perfectly smooth black hair falling almost to her waist, so shiny that it looked like glass. She was wearing a crimson lingerie set that was practically see-through, showcasing her small, pert breasts and rounded nipples. The third girl had light tan skin and could have rivaled Gisele in the looks department. She had on a black thong that displayed her rounded ass, and her breasts were so large they had to be fake. The final girl was a redhead with bright emerald eyes. She was wearing a green babydoll style nightgown with sky high matching heels.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

The girls stood there proudly for the guys’ perusal. "You can leave now," Remington commented, and I realized that Drew was still standing there, drooling at the ladies. Drew's face fell, and he stomped from the room, slamming the door behind him, which just made the guys laugh.

"Ladies, looking good," said Remington mockingly as he shot me a smug grin. My fists clenched under the table as a waiter came around and set what should have been a mouthwatering looking slice of chocolate cake down in front of me. There was no way I was going to be able to eat it, though. As it was, I was slightly afraid that I was going to throw up the contents of my stomach all over the table.

I kept my face perfectly blank, though, and just stared straight ahead as if the women weren't even in the room. The lights dimmed, and a sultry beat began to play out of speakers in the wall. The women began to dance expertly, leaving no doubt they’d done this before…in a professional setting. The redhead and the blonde stepped close to each other and began to stroke each other's skin, their lips brushing against each other. Their gazes went to the guys every so often, expertly monitoring the room to see what would get the best reaction from their audience. The redhead slid her fingers into the blonde’s underwear and started to finger her, the blonde’s cries of ecstasy filling the room. I sat back in my seat and acted bored. I somehow managed to pick up a fork, and started force-feeding myself bites of the chocolate cake, even though it tasted like ash in my mouth.

"Enjoying the show?" Paxton murmured to me.

I shot him a wide grin. "Who doesn’t love a show? They're very lovely," I told him mockingly. Paxton's eyes flashed in surprise at my response, confirming that at least part of the display was to make me uncomfortable.

Just as I had that thought, the Brazilian looking model began to walk towards Cain, hunger in her gaze as she swung her hips back and forth. She sank to her knees in front of him, and my eyes widened. Were they really going to take it this far?

Cain turned his head towards me as the girl’s hands slid farther up his legs until they were stroking his dick. I clenched my jaw and focused on keeping my breath steady, not letting myself think about the fact that I wanted to rip her hands off his body.

At the same time, though, there was heat building in my core, an aching, illicit desire. Part of me wanted to be that girl. Part of me wanted to be on my knees pulling down his zipper like she was, pulling out his hot, thick cock. My tongue licking drops of the pre-cum beading at his tip.

My breath hitched as I watched her grab him with both hands, her pink tongue darting out to taste him. I was vaguely aware of the fact that my breaths were coming out in gasps, and my chest was heaving as she took him into her mouth, not even coming close to being able to fit it all in. Cain’s gaze never went away from mine. He groaned, and I ripped my eyes away from the sight, only to look over and see that the Asian girl was now straddling Remington and the redhead was eating out the blonde on the floor. This was actual hell.

A small gasp slipped from my mouth as I saw that Paxton had his pants open and was fisting his enormous dick as he took in the show. He must've felt my gaze, because he looked over at me. "Want to take over?" he asked cockily as he squeezed himself tighter and let out a low moan.

Stellan looked over at me. "Join them," he ordered. He gestured where the redhead and the blonde were moving together on the floor. "Get on the floor and let them make you come," he commanded.

"You like this, don't you, little whore?” Cain remarked mockingly as the girl continued to work on his dick. “You think we can't see the flush on your cheeks, hear your little gasps of breath, see how you're struggling to not touch yourself. Go ahead, slut. We won't mind."

I wasn't sure what to make of Cain’s dirty talk, and I certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge how it made my panties wet. I kept my face blank. “You should tell her to use her tongue on the tip of it more, and really move her hands in alternating directions. That would make the experience much better for you,” I remarked, gesturing to his lap.

There was a brief flash of surprise in Cain’s gaze, followed by desire, and just the right side of his mouth twisted up.

I had a momentary feeling of victory, but that soon went away when Remington abruptly stood up, holding the girl, and pushed aside the plates that had been in front of him on the table. He threw the girl onto it with a loud thunk, and then he grabbed the chocolate cake, spreading it all over her stomach.

Locking eyes with me, he dragged his tongue from the top of her underwear to right under her breasts. She moaned loudly, and I rolled my eyes at the fakeness of it. Did guys really like that sort of thing? The fake moan that usually was only found in pornos? At least I was pretty sure that it was fake. Although, as Remington's finger slipped inside her underwear, I got the feeling that he really knew what he was doing. As the four girls’ cries filled the air, I decided I'd had enough. I stood up, and all four of the guys’ gazes went to me.

"Where do you think you're going?” drawled Stellan. The redhead and the blonde looked towards him hungrily, and an absurd flash of hurt pulsed through me. I'd love to say that I wouldn't care if he fucked a million girls in front of me, but I hadn't gotten myself to that level of numbness yet.

"I think I've had enough entertainment for tonight. And girls aren't really my thing, if you know what I mean," I said. "Not that you aren’t all very beautiful," I told the girls, most of them shooting me death glares because none of the guys they were trying to work on were paying them any attention.

"Sit your ass back down," growled Cain, pulling the girl off his dick and onto his lap. He began to kiss down the side of her neck, and for a moment I remembered what that had been like… What that felt like.

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