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“Leave Marnie alone. She’s safe. She’s well. That’s all you need to know. If you keep pushing, he’ll kill you.”

Fear makes my body tremble, urging the dean to hold me even tighter. “You can’t be serious. Why would he do that?”

“Why do psychopaths do anything that they do? Just promise me you’ll drop it. I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you. I’ll read every fucking message if that’s what it takes.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

As he pulls me tight against his chest, I can’t help the bit of sorrow I feel at officially losing her as a friend. Hopefully, once the dean officially claims me, I’ll be able to really interact with the other girls. It’s not the same as Marnie, but they could certainly help fill that void.

Sleep threatens to overtake me again as the heat of his body seeps into me, healing my soul as his deep breathing ruffles my hair. Can I really wait these next few weeks for him to claim me? Despite the soreness still slogging me down and tethering me to the bed, I can’t help but feel my heart pound with excitement.

ChapterForty-One

Ashleigh

Two Weeks Later

Anticipation runs down my spine as I put the last touch to the latest Loftry Lantern. This one, of course, is extra special to help commemorate tonight’s initiation. As usual, I upload the file to my email, but instead of sending it right away, I schedule it to hit after he’s already deep in it.

I know I probably shouldn’t brat like this, but two weeks with nothing but bland, vanilla sex has me feeling all sorts of pent up. Thankfully, Doctor Bradley gave us the go ahead after my appointment this afternoon. Now, all I have to do is get to the castle.

Dean Anderson already told me what to expect, but there’s still that niggle of unease at the thought of all those men coming on me. Fortunately, the exhilaration of being put through that humiliation so I can be claimed leaves me far more aroused than scared.

Gathering my things, I make my way to the castle. My pulse pounds in my ears as I pull in and watch the others go inside. They all laugh and carry on as if they’ve always been the best of friends. Maybe now, I’ll have the camaraderie.

As I step out, the girls from the first night swarm around me, their faces bright with smiles. They all talk at once, asking me questions and wishing me luck. It’s not until we reach the entrance that I realize we’ve been moving so fast.

For a moment, I find I can’t really go inside. Once I’m in there, that’s it. There’s definitely no turning back. It’s not that I have a different life I want to lead or anything like that. It just feels so final.

“Don’t worry,” Melody murmurs. “The coming is over far quicker than you think. It’s kinda icky and gross, but once you wash it off, you’re good.”

“Honestly,” Chelsea chimes in. “The punishment is the most fun anyway. Just keep that part in your head and drown out the rest.”

“Does bitch behave?” A guttural Russian voice rumbles from behind us.

“Do I ever?”

“Da. Figured as much.”

We all dissolve into a pile of giggles as he ushers us inside, where we’ll be safe from any prying eyes. The others quickly get into their robes, leaving me to take everything off. I have no protection as they give me sympathetic looks and go inside the main room to take their places.

Two guys flank me on either side, and with their masks on, I have no clue who they are. But I guess that’s best. I don’t really want to be thinking about them when it’s Dean Anderson I’m most focused on.

Tears sting my eyes as I make my way through the parted doors like it’s a fucking wedding ceremony. And in some ways, it is. Once he’s claimed me, that’s it. I’m his until he decides we’re done. Based on the way his eyes darken as I step into the room, I’m pretty sure that won’t be anytime soon.

“We are gathered here to initiate Ashleigh Hartwell into our midst. Her crime is that she put herself in danger, taking several years off of a certain head of The Society’s life. As punishment, I will cane her backside before presenting her for initiation. I will also claim her tonight, so if any of you have any plans to mark her in a place that will make sex awkward, fuck you very much preemptively.”

A smattering of laughter ripples through the room, lifting my spirits even higher. The last thing I wanted was this to be a stiff affair. As the men lead me to the cross, however, my nerves start to set in.

The dean’s warm hands peel the robe from my body, leaving me cold and exposed in front of the crowd. “Don’t think about them, he murmurs into my ear as he helps me into the restraints. “Just focus on me, your breathing, and the delicious pain I’m about to rain down upon your body.”

Already, my breathing shifts as he touches my thighs to spread them open on the cross. It’s going to hurt. There’s no doubt about that. For two weeks, he’s refused to touch me more than gentle orgasms and light touches. All of it leads to this moment when he breaks me open in front of everyone.

The first whack of the cane against my ass sends a lightning bolt through me. For a moment, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Pain blossoms through me and unfurls, leaving me a shaking, sobbing mess.

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