Page 117 of Kings & Carnage

He took my hand and we trailed a naked Laszlo, dick swinging, as he made his way down the hall.

Along the way we passed open doors to various rooms, one pitch-black, another with a strobe light, and everywhere people kissing and licking and sucking and fucking.

I felt like I'd fallen down some kind of surreal and very horny rabbit hole.

We followed Nagy into a room at the back of the house that turned out to be the kitchen. A large counter was lined with an assortment of food — cans of whipped cream, cupcakes, bottles of beer, melting ice cream, pickles, clear bottles of milk, chocolate syrup.

Couples smeared each other playfully, licking off the food while others watched.

A dark-haired woman sat on the island with her legs spread wide, a man spraying his fingers with whipped cream and then plunging them into her pussy to finger-fuck her.

Laszlo grabbed a beer and twisted off the top, then leaned against the counter to watch, seemingly oblivious to his own nakedness and the paunch that hung over his dick.

I couldn't help feeling like Neo and Rock got the better end of this deal. Sure, they were sneaking around upstairs looking for information on the missing girls, but Oscar and I were down here watching Nagy get off on all the hot young people fucking.

I felt like a prude, but piling onto the sofa with the Kings in our comfy clothes before a night of group sex — just the four of us — suddenly seemed extra appealing.

Oscar's gaze was homed in on Nagy, and I dared to skim the room, taking in the various interactions.

My brain snagged on a young woman leaning against a shadowed portion of the wall near the back of the room. One of the Rooks leaned into her, his hand trailing down her ample cleavage.

There was something familiar about her, and I looked closer, trying to place it behind her mask of gold sequins and green feathers. My mind tried to make sense of it, flipping through the possibilities until it finally clicked.

It was Mara.

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Willa

Iwanted to deny it. There was no way Mara would come to Blackwell Falls without telling me.

Right?

I grabbed Oscar's arm to get his attention, glad the music was softer at the back of the house. "I think that's Mara.”

He followed my gaze. "I think you're right. She didn't tell you she was coming?”

"No," I said. "And I think she's in over her head, especially if she's here alone.”

"Fuck," he said.

"I have to go talk to her," I said.

He hesitated, obviously calculating the twenty feet that would be between us if I talked to Mara.

"I have to watch Nagy," he said. "But you go ahead. I’ll have eyes on you. Just don't leave the room.”

"I'll be right back." I crossed the room, past the woman getting finger-fucked with whipped cream and another woman bent over the counter getting fucked from behind.

I was hoping I would realize it wasn't Mara after all, but the closer I got the more sure I was. She’d been my best friend since we were kids.

It was her.

I slowed as I got closer, trying to think of a polite way to interrupt her conversation with the Rook, then thought of Mrs. Giordana and her good manners.

Fuck that.

I marched up to Mara without stopping. "What are you doing here?”

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