Page 56 of Entwined

“He’s with someone.”

“So?” She shrugs. “Fine. We’ll get it out of Daddy. He’ll know which hotelEl Salvadoris staying in.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, letting my own dress fall to the floor. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My abs are cut, my new belly piercing looks hot glistening between the six pack abs I’ve worked so hard for.

I feel fierce.

I’m a huntress. I’ve come too far to let him go without a fight. He wanted me once…more than any other woman alive. His head of PR is beautiful, but so am I. Jecca’s taught me well. My smoky eye shadow makes my eyes pop; the pink gloss highlights my full lower lip. But my favorite thing about the mini makeover she gave me is my bare slit. The Brazilian wax hurt like a bitch but makes me feel sexy as fuck. It’s been too long. I need to feel him inside me again. I need a thorough fuck after months of abstinence. I cup my own breasts, close my eyes, and bite my lip feeling swollen and needy.

“Bloody hell, Jessie. I’m the one who needs to worry tonight.” I open my eyes, catching her looking me up and down. “I don’t know why you hide that glorious body under thick jumpers and jeans. I’d give an eye to have your abs. Hell, you’re so damn hot, I’m tempted to make out with you.”

“Well, you might actually need to,” I giggle, stepping into the silk slip of a gown. “If we feel threatened or cornered, we might have to pretend to be a couple to get away.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she shrugs, swirling her large brush in a compact of bronzer. “It’s going to be lame. Just Daddy, his piggish friends, and a bunch of hookers, I’m sure.”

“Let’s just go and get it over with,” I sigh not wanting to bother with makeup.

“Take this.” She hands me a silk mask. “Put this on when we arrive. Everyone will wear them because half of these men are married.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m less nervous knowing there won’t be a chance I’ll be recognized. I made quite a spectacle of myself at Alex’s stag party. Being back in Europe makes me feel jittery, knowing there’s a select crowd who runs in that scene. The rich and elite are selective on who gets invited to their romps.

Jecca has no clue what’s in store for us tonight. I just need to watch her, protect her the way Freya tried to help me.

We snuck out down the servant’s staircase into a hired car. The lights of Paris blur in the early September rain. I just want to get this over with, so I can find Christos. I need closure. If he’s moved on with that women… I need to know. Then, maybe I’ll take Andre’s advice and get a decent therapist to help me deal with the fallout. I still haven’t confided in anyone. Andre is the only one who knows the truth about where I was last year. But he even doesn’t know how extreme things went.

Maybe the love I keep burning in my heart isn’t real. But a fabrication, or my soul’s way of saving itself. Maybe it was a tool to survive everything I endured atEl Diablo’shand.

The car stops outside a stately looking townhome of sorts. We’re still in the city, traffic moves past us and a few people are out walking dogs. This location hardly screams “sex dungeon.” We get out and I’m optimistic this won’t be so bad.

Jecca knocks three times. A man opens the front door a crack. She opens the palm of her hand revealing an old-fashioned key on a red velvet rope.

“Welcome.” The guard replies as he unlocks a thick wrought iron gated inner door and gestures us to come inside.

Another man waits by a lift. He ushers us in with a group of giggling Russian women in masks. They’re already drunk or high. Maybe both. He hits the button for the third floor and the elevator rises.

“I don’t see any men?” I whisper to Jecca.

“They’re already here. The bidding for the auction started an hour ago?”

“What?”

“They flew a girl in from South America who wanted to lose her virginity tonight. A million Euros is the baseline bid.”

“Jesus. Let’s just bust your father and get the hell out of here.”

She doesn’t have time to reply as the elevator doors open. Candles flicker from large candelabras on the walls. This building looks like it hasn’t been touched in hundreds of years. Everything is velvet, rich and ornate. Gold sconces and Renaissance era paintings of people in various sex acts hang around the room. There’s no electricity. Everything is lit by flickering flames.

I’m in the devil’s lair.

His harem; his playground. This is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It makes Alex’s parties feel like a playdate.

Men circle us, pressing closer and closer with each pass. They inspect our bodies boldly. A few reach out to touch. One takes his index finger tracing down my back between the globes of my ass then back up, brushing over the silk.

I gasp, unable to help myself.

This is exactly what I was afraid of. I’m not drunk. No drugs cloud my mind. And I missed this. Need this deviant behavior; want to be owned and claimed. I miss being fucked until I faint. I need the ecstasy of a DOM. I’m a strong woman who is fierce but underneath all my layers of independence is a fertile goddess who craves the pleasures of the flesh.

“Come.” A man in a tuxedo and a mask with a head of white hair commands as he snaps his fingers. Jecca slips her arm through mine. She’s afraid.

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