Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The other man is shorter but built like a boxer. He’s dark-haired with deep shadows under his eyes. He looks comfortable in his tux, but his hands are tattooed with the jaw and teeth of a skull, and his skull ring is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Diamonds glitter in the skull’s eye sockets and on the skull’s head is a crown.
I’m staring. At members of Fraternitas, no less. I tear my eyes away. Jaeger is still at the bar, leaning in to speak to the bartender.
I sense someone’s eyes on me, and I turn back.
The shorter man has risen out of the booth but pauses to stare at me. His dark gaze narrows on my neck. I shrink back when I realize he’s looking at the ribbon Jaeger placed there. His expression is blank, but panic rises in me. I get the sense that this man’s blank expression is the last thing many have seen before they die.
The second man rises and stands with the dark-haired man. I recognize his pale, narrow face and colorless eyes. It’s St. James. He raises his chin, acknowledging me.
My heart stops beating. My hand goes to my throat in an automatic gesture to protect my vulnerable neck. These men are apex predators, and they’ve clocked me. The urge to rip off the ribbon and throw it away is strong, but I’m in Jaeger’s world now. I can’t be weak.
I lower my hand and clench my fists, and the moment passes. The man with skulls on his hands breaks the stare and heads for the door with St. James following him.
St. James is high up in the ranks of Fraternitas. Everyone I know of follows his orders.
So, who was the man with the crowned skull on his ring? And why was he looking at me like that?
Jaeger appears at my side, holding two glasses filled with red liquid. I relax when his big body blocks my view of the rest of the room.
“Good girl,” he praises me. I realize I’m fingering the ribbon at my neck again and drop my hand. “You’re doing well,” he adds, making me think he saw the whole thing.
“Who were those men?” I ask. I should be smart and keep quiet, but I can’t help it.
“That was St. James. You know him.” Jaeger answers right away. He did see it. He brought me here to be seen. “And the man with him is Damien. The Devil.”
And now I know the man called “the Devil” has a real name, and it’s Damien. Great. Honey will be ecstatic.
Be careful, Daria’s warning comes to me.
“Why did you bring me here?” I ask. I have to know. Ignorance won’t save me anymore.
“Tonight is a very special night. We’re here to watch a ceremony binding one of my brothers to his elita.”
I squeeze my legs together. I’m so desperate to cum I might submit to a ceremony. “Just watch?”
“Just watch.”
I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
“It’ll be okay, bunny. I’ll be with you the whole time. Here.” He sets a glass to my lips. “It’s juice,” he tells me when I hesitate. “Nothing alcoholic.”
I take a sip, and he’s right. Something sparkling is in it that makes my tongue tingle, and there’s a complexity to the flavor like they added a shrub of some sort.
Jaeger’s drink looks the same.
“You can drink,” I tell him. We’re in a bar, after all.
“I’ll drink what you drink,” he says, and even with my aching core and the nervousness gripping me, his solidarity warms me through and through.
I lean close to him, and the balls shift inside me, making me dizzy. I end up clutching his arm, my forehead pressed to his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
I swallow. “The balls… they’re…” I can’t explain how I feel. I gaze at him in a silent plea for mercy.
“My poor bunny. Being so good, suffering for me.” He strokes my face, and I bite back a moan. “Don’t worry. You can cum soon.”
“When?” My cunt is swollen. One touch could get me off.
“When I say so. Not a moment before.” I shut my eyes, and he whispers in my ear. “Do this for me, bunny, and I’ll give you the world.”
When I open my eyes again, the bar is clearing out. People are drifting toward the door.
“Come.” Jaeger tosses back his drink. He offers me the rest of mine and when I refuse, he downs that as well. “The festivities will start soon.”
We head back downstairs, this time by elevator. The doors open into a packed room, several stories high and lit by a massive chandelier overhead.
The elite of New Rome are here, in tuxedos and ball gowns and a few in catsuits of patent leather. Weaving through the crowd are club submissives in black and red corsets, teetering on red-soled stilettos.