Page 14 of Claimed By the Billionaires

She knew about the dinner. Her parents had put more time and effort into the thing than they probably did with their own wedding, and it was planned to happen tonight.

She hadn’t forgotten.

But she highly doubted they would be attending it. Why would they have accepted the invitation in the first place?

How could they have when she hadn’t been branded yet, and considering that was the whole reason for the dinner and she wasn’t yet wearing the Pegasus brand, why were they still going?

Nothing made sense.

“Are they here?”

“Yes.”

As if some switch had been flipped, the knowledge that they were actually there, in their house, close by, made the ache in her body soar. Underneath the thick robe, a searing flush coasted over her still-damp skin, hardening her nipples and making her clit throb heavily.

“I want to see them,” she said, grabbing the dress that Millie had laid on the bed and then heading for the door. “Where are they?”

“They’re getting ready for dinner in their—”

Winter didn’t wait for Millie to finish her sentence or lessen her stride when the older woman tried to keep up with her. In her pursuit of them, she opened bedroom door after bedroom door. Why did their house have to be so big?

Her heart skidded to a halt when she finally came upon them in one of the bedrooms. Houston and Konnor were fully dressed in tuxedos while Aston sat down and tied the laces on his shoes, making the room probably his. Behind her, Millie made a small apology and quietly closed the door after she retreated from the room.

As Winter stood suddenly speechless in the middle of the bedroom, Aston slowly rose to his full height, and then she was looking at all three of them side by side.

Every part of her pulled taut, and the throb between her legs liquified as she became fully aware of the hot wetness between her thighs.

She swallowed, trying to brush aside the effect they had on her. Her body responded as if they were still touching her. Their hands on her breasts, their mouths on her nipples, drinking from her, their fingers stroking her pussy and making her come.

Just looking at them made it hard for her to breathe. They were so much bigger than her, so much more powerful. So much more dangerous compared to her.

She knew enough about the four main secret societies to know that their rulers and masters were capable of profound violence. They’d been trained in lethal arts the same way they were trained to excel in the financial world. They could kill her where she stood, and there’d be no consequences for them—there weren’t any for the men who ruled the world.

But she was only a sheltered virgin who had to put possibly the best years of her life on hold for them just to remain chaste and pure for them. She was no match for them at all. Her inexperience would always put her at a disadvantage.

But she wasn’t weak.

“I don’t understand,” Winter said, her confusion transparent in the tone of her voice and in the expression on her face. If she knitted her brows anymore, they were going to stay that way.

Permanently.

“What don’t you understand, Winter?” Konnor said softly, and the deep lilt of his voice when he said her name speared her skin with pockets of heat.

“This,” she said, holding up the dress. Part of her was so tired already. All these old secret society rules were exhausting, and she just wanted to be normal.

She had gone through a virgin ritual—the express purpose was to give them her virginity—only for them to penetrate her with their fingers in a dungeon full of people, then discard her when they were alone.

… And then proceeded to ignore her for almost a week after that.

“You want me to wear this for my parents’ dinner tonight?”

“Yes,” Houston said. “Is there a problem?”

“I’m not…” Was she missing something? “I’m not wearing the dress,” she said resolutely.

“It isn't a choice, Winter.” Aston adjusted the cufflinks on his shirt, not bothering to look at her.

“Why am I here?”

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