SARAH “I do not know, brother, but I can tell you one thing for sure,” Malachi turns to the backseat and smiles at Jaxon who has his face covered with his right hand as though he’s embarrassed. “Jaxon’s friend is really into some freaky shit.” Malachi and Ronan laugh, while I turn to look at Jaxon. I can’t help but remember how firmly Lisa…Lorna…Livia…whatever the fuck her name was hugged him when she saw him. “We’re not friends, alright? I haven’t seen her in years. We took some classes in college together, that’s all.” Does she know that? I almost blurt the question out, but I force myself to stay quiet. I just want to enjoy my last night of freedom before I face the real world tomorrow. Yes. You read that right. Tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong, this has been nothing short of amazing. A dream, if I’m being honest. But the call from Aaron’s lawyer reminded me of exactly what this is: a fantasy. A fairytale. And like all fairytales, this one has to come to an ending. Ronan arches a brow at his youngest brother. “You don’t say?” “Damn. I wish I had freaky coursemates in college. Not much was happening in the mathematics department of Durmont.” Malachi laughs again, and Ronan rolls his eyes and looks ahead. “We’re going home.” Ronan sighs, starting the engine. I push myself forward and place my right hand on his shoulder. I watch him glance at me from the rear view mirror. “Why?” My brows are furrowed in query. Ronan looks almost surprised. “Kitten…” “We’re already here, aren’t we? Why can’t we go in and have some fun like everyone else?” Ronan doesn’t take his eyes off me. Even though he’s looking through the mirror, his gaze is strong enough to send a strange sense of warmth down my spine, to my stomach, and my now needy pussy. Don’t blame me. Watching people have sex in the open does that to you. “Do you know what happens in places like this, kitten? It’s no place for good girls.” Something about the way he says the last two words makes me clench my thighs. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the look in his blue eyes that tells me he’s giving me a warning…one chance to take his offer to turn around and go home, or be totally ruined tonight. Maybe it’s the tone of his voice, the huskiness in his words that tell me he’s fighting the urge to make us number seven on the row outside. Whichever one it is, I’m determined to see this night through to the very end. So, I pull my hand from his shoulder and sit up right. I make sure my eyes stare at him from our mirror of communication. With my head held high, and my throat unbelievably tight, I manage to utter the words: “Who said I was a good girl?” Mistake. Big mistake. Malachi makes a whistling sound, and Jaxon chuckles. Ronan’s eyes darken on me. He seems part annoyed, angry, and also intrigued in the strangest of ways. But he soon looks away, taking his hands off the steering wheel. “Alright boys, you heard her,” He presses a button that unlocks the car doors. “Let’s party.” My heart is racing at an alarming rate when we get down from the car. The cold breeze hits me almost immediately, and it’s not long before I curl my arms around myself, regretting my choice to put on a golden sequin halter-neck top and a matching skirt that barely covers the skin of my ass. A warm coat comes over my shoulder, and I look up to find Ronan peering down at me. “Thank you.” I mutter, but he doesn’t reply. I watch him walk ahead beside Jaxon, while Malachi walks beside me. “What’s his deal?” I find myself asking with my gaze still fixed on Ronan’s tall, and painstakingly handsome figure in his white shirt and matching white pants. He seems to be the only one grumpy about the party. Malachi chuckles and puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. “We’re about to step into an orgy party. We’re going to watch you get fucked,” A lump appears in my throat immediately, and I force myself to swallow it. Hard. “I can’t say I’m excited either, but I’m determined to make the best out of it, Sarah.” His statement is like a warning my body recognizes all too well. Goosebumps rise to the surface of my skin despite the coat on me. We stop at the entrance and Jaxon murmurs the password into the bouncer’s ears. Next thing, we are asked to drop our phones into a small box, and the keys are handed over to Jaxon. A male bouncer searches the guys, while a female checks my body for any recording devices—in their words. Is this a party or a secret cult? I find the answer to my question once we reach the end of the long corridor, and a new room opens in front of us. Dark with nothing but red neon lights stationed at very…thoughtful spots. The music blasting from the speakers is loud and sensual with rather provoking lyrics. I WANNA PUT YOU IN SEVEN POSITIONS FOR SEVENTY MINUTES… My mind wanders to the events on the airplane, all the ways the brothers fucked me while I was blindfolded with my hands tied. I shake the thought from my head and focus on the sight in front of me. The air reeks of sweat, booze, weed, and hot sex. There are several tables mounted underneath every red light in the room. On each table, there’s a woman spread on it. Some two. One particular table catches my attention. A dark haired woman is on all fours, legs spread out enough to show her pussy. Her round ass is bare for everyone to see—just like every other woman in the room. But that’s not what catches my attention. It’s the lady in front of her. Yes, the one on her knees with her fingers digging into her thighs, and her lips glued to the lady’s pussy as she savors every bit of it. I stay silent, watching her tease, lick, suck every inch of the meaty flesh. The pure desire in her eyes as she slides her tongue into the woman’s butthole. The way the lady on the table arches with pleasure, letting out a small moan that’s overshadowed by the music makes me grip the sides of my skirt. My lips and throat run dry at the same time. I should have listened to Ronan. This feels so wrong. I know it’s so fucking wrong, but I can’t take my eyes off the both of them. At that moment, I want to know what it’ll feel like to have my pussy eaten out by a woman. Would it feel just as good? Would it feel better? “Hey, Jaxon!” The high pitched voice snaps me out of my reverie. I turn to the left to find a familiar figure walking towards us. The closer she gets, the more I can make out her features. It’s the girl from the beach. Butt naked. My gaze drops to her round breasts. She has rather large nipples and a wide spread… Stop it, Sarah. What the fuck are you doing? My eyes wander again. Her nipple piercings look so good. She’s like a walking sex goddess. Gosh. What do people drink to get so hot? She hugs Jaxon again, but I have no desire to look away this time. What? She’s a beautiful woman after all. “You guys came. I honestly didn’t think you'd make it.” Her eyes land on me, and I feel blood drain from my face almost immediately. Compared to her, I’m a sickening prude. Aaron had said so himself. Are these the kind of women they like? Do they go to parties like these very often? I can’t help but ask myself these questions. The HawkThorne brothers had a life before they met me, and I didn’t care before. But now? “We should go upstairs,” she says, pulling Jaxon by the hand. “That’s where the main party is.” If the ground floor looks like this, I wonder what the main party is going to… HOLY FUCK. The sound of different moans hit my ears at once. It’s sin city up here. Nothing more, nothing less. At every corner of the room, two or more people are fucking. We walk past a couch with a girl riding a man’s face to oblivion, while a leaner man chokes on his cock. I look away immediately, but my eyes only land on worse. The lady is tied up with at least six neck ties—excluding the one around her eyes, and six men stand around her. She takes their cocks into her mouth one by one, while her both hands stroke whichever two penises her hand meets. “Enjoying yourself?” Ronan’s breath fans the skin of my neck, and I can tell he’s leaned in to whisper in my ear. I say nothing. Everything around me has left me tongue tied and so fucking horny. Twisted, I know. Fuck. “You guys can wait here,” Lena—if that’s her name—comes to a halt in front of an empty couch. “I saved this seat for you, Jaxon. I’ll go get some drinks. What would you like?” She looks around, but stops at Ronan. I hate the way she looks at him like she can read his mind. I watch her move away from Jaxon and take slow, sultry steps towards Ronan. She reaches for his shoulder blades and brushes them lightly.“You’re looking at me like you need something, sir. Don’t mind me asking what it is now, do you?” I want to look away, but I can’t. She’s everything I can’t be to them. Ronan puts an arm around her waist…on the bare fucking skin of her waist and pulls her to himself in one swift but rough motion. My left hand rolls into a tight fist. He lowers his lips to whisper something in her left ear. She chuckles lightly, and her dark orbs shift to me. A devilish grin forms on her lips. When Ronan pulls away, she nods and walks up to me, offering me a hand. I’m forced to narrow my eyes on her. “Follow me, princess. I have something for you.”