Chapter 15

I draggedOisín down the stairs and toward the bar we'd passed earlier. The room was filled with men of all ages and appearances, but they had one thing in common—they all looked rich as fuck, with their fancy suits and the cigars and alcohol they held in their hands as they laughed and bullshitted.

A few gave me a long perusing glance, as though they didn't think I belonged here, and they weren't wrong. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be in this fancy house at all. Yet I was, and I wasn't going to waste the opportunity to get a free drink.

I'd spotted the bar when we'd arrived and no one was paying a dime.

"Where are we going, Beastie?" Oisín's words were tinged with amusement as I dragged him toward the bar. There weren't any stools in front of it, so I assumed it was one of those places where you took the drink and milled around the room to blab about what you spent your money on that day. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"To get a drink." I shot Oisín a smirk over my shoulder, and his eyebrows danced high. The suit he wore was snug on his slender build, and I took a moment to appreciate the accentuated lines of his shoulders, hips, and waist—all my favorite parts of him.

"Here I thought you wanted to fuck me."

"I do. I will. First, I'm getting a drink from these rich fucks," I growled, earning a sharp glance from a gray-haired man with a thick mustache. He glared at me, and I sent him one right back.

Oisín snorted and patted me on the shoulder when we got to the bar. "I'll need to teach you some manners for places like this."

"I don't need any manners." I grunted and raised my hand toward the bartender, a young guy with a formfitting white shirt that clung to the slim muscles in his arms, topped off with a black vest.

The bartender nodded at me to let me know he'd be here soon, and I took a moment to study him, curious about what was expected of him. He had the same body shape as that redheaded fuck doll in the bedroom. While the bartender didn't have red hair, he was still pretty, with soft facial features and long eyelashes.

I pointed at the bartender when he laughed at something one of the older men he was serving said before he swiped a hand through his sandy blond hair. "Do you think that asshole will do the same thing to him as the redhead in that room?"

Oisín leaned on the bar with his elbow and cocked his head. "Since when do you care about innocent young men? You sold drugs to boys like him."

"It was their choice to buy our merchandise." I shook my head.

"How do you know this is any different?" Oisín traced a finger from my shoulder, down my arm, and to my elbow as he leaned in closer, breath tickling my ear. "These guys have money. Some people, for example pretty young men in their twenties, would do anything for cash. Even let someone older and much richer use them roughly until they're nearly unconscious. They even come back for seconds. The goal is a steady situation."

"Is that what you did?" My skin buzzed, fingers twitching against the bar top. "Did you let him use you until you were half dead?"

He shrugged, mouth curling in delicious torment. "So, what if I did?" He poked his tongue out between his front teeth, teasing. "You know me by now, Beastie. I enjoy a good hard fuck. The thrill of pain and danger."

I moved quickly, grabbing him around the throat and slamming him against the bar. The men near us stopped and stared, but I focused on Oisín and the way he froze under my touch, eyes darkening with pleasure and need. He licked his lips, gaze darting to my mouth and back up again, almost daring me to fuck him right here and now.

"You won't let him touch you again," I growled out, snapping my teeth at him. "I'll take care of your needs."

"Promises," he whispered, flicking his tongue out to lick my upper lip. "How about you show me right now how you'll do that. Bend me over this bar and fuck me like you mean it. Be that wild animal I know you are."

Everything inside me both rebelled and yearned to submit to his order for me to fuck him like that. The very idea of doing it in front of all these men, these strangers, when up until recently everyone—including me—thought I was straight, should've fucking traumatized me. Instead, my hesitation wasn't about fucking Oisín in public, rather the fact that they'd get to see Oisín in a way that only I should from now on.

"Well?" He scraped his nail over my cheek. "Are you afraid?"

I bared my teeth at him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around and slamming his stomach against the bar. He grunted, and I pressed in against him from behind, my chest to his back as I leaned in, resting my lips on the shell of his ear. "Scared of these rich fucks? Never."

He shot me a grin over his shoulder. "Then prove it. Show them what you can do, Beastie."

I frowned, a tic shivering through my jaw. "I don't have lube?—"

The bartender appeared out of nowhere and threw a bottle of lube onto the wooden bar, then slapped his hand down. "Usually, I'd say no action in the main room, but the president okayed it. So, have fun." He shrugged and left again.

I took a moment to peer around carefully.

The greedy gazes of several men nearby ate us up like hungry predators. Twice as many were totally ignoring us, as if this was a common occurrence. The man from upstairs stood to the side of the room, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall on our left, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He threw his head back in a howl that had people chuckling, then gestured in a way that said "continue." A feral possessiveness lodged itself in my chest knowing that he'd touched Oisín sexually.

"Fine," I ground out, grabbing the waistband of Oisín's pants and yanking so hard the button popped off and went flying across the bar. One of the men at the end caught it, and the three guys he was with cheered as though they were playing a game and had won.

Oisín chuckled. "Eager are we, Beastie?"

"Shut up," I snapped into his ear. "Shut all the way the fuck up. You want me to rail you in front of these weird assholes? I will. But shut up."

He tsked at me and the sound was starting to grate on my nerves. "Still so mouthy." He rested his elbow on the bar, then his chin on his hand, smirking at me over his shoulder. "Remind me to punish you for that later. You'll learn eventually."

Want to bet?I kept my mouth closed as I wrenched down his underwear next, leaving him bare assed for everyone to see. His skin prickled with goose bumps, and they rose on his perfect round flesh, winning a vigorous reaction from my cock, which twitched. I slapped his ass, and his little bubble butt rippled in a way that made me want to bite it.

I snatched the lube off the bar and pulled down the zipper of my pants before I reached inside my underwear and tugged out my cock. I had no intention of preparing him. If he enjoyed pain like he said, then he could deal with me opening him up without using my fingers.

I nipped his ear as I lubed up my cock. "Is this what you really want, Master Oisín? Everyone to see you as my bitch?"

Oisín laughed, light and breezy and way too laid-back for someone who was about to get fucked over a bar. "Oh honey, the fact that you think me getting fucked makes me your bitch is juvenile. Bottoms can definitely be much more than the bitch, trust me." As if to prove a point, he waved his phone at me and opened the app to my collar. Before I could react, he tapped the button that sent a wave of tiny shocks through me, originating from the damned prods pressed against my neck.

My cock jerked—and so did the rest of my body. My hips thrust, and I slammed a hand against the bar, cursing at the sudden surge of need and lust that assailed me.

Oisín chuckled. That motherfucker.

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a paring knife on the bar top, and farther along was a man eating apple slices while he watched, so it wasn't hard to assume it was his. My lip curled as an idea formed in my head. I shoved Oisín back against the bar and positioned myself at his hole. Around us, the guys began to cheer, but I blocked them out as a heated sensation, similar to jealousy, seared through me. No. They got to look, but while I was around, they didn't get to touch.

I pushed inside, and Oisín hissed, a sound so quiet that I almost didn't hear it over the chaos around us. His warmth enveloped me and welcomed me deeper, and I ate up the small whimpers that fell from his lips until I was balls deep. His fingers bent and he clawed at the bar as he pressed his forehead against the wood.

"Fuck," he breathed out, and then he shuddered violently as I nudged in a little farther even though it was nearly impossible to get deeper. "Christ."

Pride swelled inside me, and I glanced over my shoulder at the man I was pretty sure the bartender had called the president of this club, giving him a smirk. The man—Who the fuck is he anyway?—lifted a glass of amber liquid and shot me a grin that had my hackles raised. I turned my back on him again and focused on Oisín, who rocked against me.

"Move, Beastie, or I might find another dick to get fucked by. Birch is watching us, isn't he?"

I slapped my palm over the knife, grasping the handle, and then I flipped it around until I had the blade pressed to his neck. No one moved to stop me from taking the weapon or from holding it against Oisín's jugular, so they either didn't care or surmised this was all part of the sex.

Oisín gasped, then grinned, flashing a smile over his shoulder as I dug the knife in a little deeper. Dark blood welled as the sharp edge bit into his skin, a beautiful contrast against his pale complexion. "Now we're having fun."

Crazy fucker.I didn't shake my head at him like I wanted to, choosing instead to pull almost all the way out before snapping my hips forward, forcing a ragged groan from him. He tilted his hips higher, giving me better access to his already abused hole.

I blanketed his back with my chest and licked his ear. "Is this what you wanted, Master?" I teased, watching intently as a bead of blood slid down to his collar. Flames of desire licked at my lungs, making each breath a burning phenomenon.

"Harder." Oisín reached behind to grab the hair at the back of my head, jerking me forward so he could slam his mouth against mine. He bit my bottom lip hard enough to nick it, and more blood joined in this cacophony of sex and dominance. He kissed me again and my blood smeared against his mouth. "Fuck me like the wild animal you are."

I growled and dug the knife deeper into his neck, and he gasped as I pulled my cock nearly all the way out before I hammered back into him without remorse. It was the beginning of a forceful pace that had Oisín gripping the edge of the bar as tightly as he could. By tomorrow there would be new dark bruises on his hips in the shape of my hands, and I couldn't wait to bite each one to remind him of what we'd done.

His tightness encompassed me and drew me in, and the pleasure simmered low in my stomach. The pleasant reminder of the earlier electric buzz was still in my veins, driving me with a need that I hadn't experienced before Oisín. I wouldn't tell him that, though.

I gripped the handle of the knife tighter as I plowed into him, listening to the sweet sounds coming from him.

"Harder, Beastie. Fuck me harder." Oisín rammed back against me, and I shook my head, not quite believing how insane he really was, but I did as he'd ordered.

I gritted my teeth and flexed my left hand on his hip, my nails digging into his bare flesh. I used my new hold as leverage, yanking him back in time with my thrusts, driving deeper into him. The moment I found his prostate, he cried out, spreading his legs farther.

"Right there, Beastie. Give your Master what he wants. Make me come." He bent his head forward and leaned into the knife, the blade burrowing deeper into his flawless skin. The echoes of my hips meeting his ass fueled me on, lighting up a desire in me that had me thrusting so hard that I knew Oisín was going to be aching tomorrow.

Good. I wanted him to feel me for the entire week.

I pressed my chest against him again and bit the tip of his ear.

He moaned.

Pleasure snaked its way through me, and my balls drew tighter against my body. "I'm going to fucking kill you one night, Oisín. Take a knife and drive it into your chest, watch the life leave your eyes."

He whimpered, a guttural sound erupting from the base of his throat. "Yes. Fuck yes. Keep talking dirty to me, Beastie. Tell me more."

"Yeah?" I snapped my hips forward, driving myself balls deep into him again. "So you want to know how much I hate you? How I think about all the different ways I want to kill you?" I laughed and drew out before thrusting deep, my balls smacking against his skin. "You're a fucking psychopath."

He reached under the bar to his cock, and I watched the jerking motions of his arm, unable and unwilling to look away. The room around us was gone, the men's cheers a distant memory as my focus completely narrowed to Oisín. I wished he was shirtless so I could kiss his back and neck, but it was good that he wasn't because showing weakness to this rich crowd wasn't in my future plans. Oisín was a stepping stone to freedom.

I fucked him harder, faster, and deeper, and the blade dug farther into his skin, more blood gliding down to pool on his collar. The pleasure grew more explosive, and the control I had over my orgasm was slipping.

"Come for me," I snarled into his ear, nipping the lobe hard enough to provoke another gasp. "Think about how much I want to wrap my hands around your throat and choke you to death. How easy it would be for me to do it while you slept."

Oisín yelled, his entire body spasming as he came, sobbing out "Beastie" over and over as though to a beat only he could hear. The sound was music to my ears, though, and it was enough to send me careening over the side of a cliff, straight into Orgasmland.

Hot, hungry pleasure flooded my veins as my release ripped through me, tearing me apart from the inside out at the exact same time as Oisín hit the button on his phone again. Electricity of two sorts—from the collar and from my already erupting orgasm—stole my breath as I came, shooting my load straight into Oisín's tight body.

The knife slipped from my hand, clattering against the bar, as I gripped Oisín's shoulder, thrusting into him a few more times until oversensitivity took hold of me. I groaned as I pulled out, cum following me and slipping from his hole and down his taint. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, suddenly and strangely intrigued about the warm possessiveness that avalanched inside me. Knowing that it was my cum that marked him filled me with an unadulterated desire that had my cock valiantly attempting to stay hard. It didn't.

Oisín laughed as he leaned down to yank up his underwear and pants. Then, he turned to me with a wide grin, patting my head like I was his dog. "Good boy. You'll get a treat for that later."

The men around us joined in on the laughter, and a blush settled itself on the back of my neck. I glared and tucked myself back into my pants, which only made Oisín's amusement double.

Oisín picked up the knife and twirled it in his hands. His blood was shiny and so very red on the silver blade, and the sight of it was enough to warm my stomach again. My gaze slid to his neck and the trail of blood staining his skin, and the feeling inside me intensified.

Fuck. Why was that so hot?

A clap of hands behind me had me turning, and I narrowed my eyes on the man from before as he stalked up to us. "Quite a show, gentlemen."

Oisín grinned. "Well, you know me, Birch, I enjoy the wild side."

Finally, I had a name and still didn't like him. Birch sounded as pretentious as he looked.

He stepped up closer to us and slid a finger over my cheek, and instinctively, I went to chomp at it, but he moved the digit just in time. He chuckled. "Very untamed, isn't he?"

Oisín shifted closer to me and wiped the flat of the blade over my other cheek, smearing his blood across my skin. There was something feral about the action, as though he was marking his territory. "He's tame when I want him to be." He winked at Birch. "He attacks when I want him to and fucks like an animal. He's mine."

Birch made a sound of approval, and several others came up to Oisín, shaking his hand and clapping him on the shoulder. Oisín took being the center of attention in stride while I trailed behind him, downright confused as to why they were congratulating him like he'd just gotten married or had a baby. I didn't think I'd ever be able to understand these guys.

Finally, Oisín snapped his fingers at me. "Let's go, Beastie. Our work here is done."

He stood tall and proud, and all I could do was follow him through the crowd toward the front door.

Once we were outside, I spun on him. "What the fuck was that?"

He raised his eyebrows at me and pulled out his phone, and I froze, clenching my jaw as I snapped my lips together. Laughing, he gestured at the stairs, and we descended them, heading toward the car that had brought us to this weird alternate reality.

"This club is the St. Loren Gentlemen's Society," he murmured quietly, keeping his voice very low as we made our way down the sidewalk to the parking lot, then slipped into the car.

I took the driver's seat again. He tossed me the key, then inserted the address for what seemed to be a rental cabin into the navigation system. I didn't miss that he still had the bloody knife clutched in his hand, and I couldn't decide if he had it for a keepsake or whether he was going to use it later. I assumed the former.

I began to drive.

Oisín cleared his throat. "They are men with money and means, and as you can tell, they enjoy some dirty fun. Birch is the president, and I needed his help." He shrugged unapologetically, then smirked. "You made an impression on him. I'm proud of you."

A bubble of pride inflated in my chest, and I pushed it aside. I wasn't going to let those kinds of feelings dictate my future plans. Instead, I concentrated on the road in front of me. "So what? We wait for him to get word to you on whether he can get those bikers to leave the car alone?"

"Exactly." Oisín hummed with his shoulders wriggling and a smile slapped on his face. He leaned back against the headrest. "For now, we go to our overpriced accommodations and relax. You should see the place. It's luxurious. Sloan gets the best, and since we're here as his decoys, we do, too. The staff will bring our luggage from the plane."

"Seriously?" I let out a low whistle. "Fuck. He really does get it all, doesn't he?"

Oisín chuckled. "Everything is possible for a price." Despite not being able to see his eyes, I felt them drilling into the side of my head. "It's not always money. I know what your price was to be my beast. Your brothers. What did it take to make you betray Sloan? That's a real curiosity."

I kept my mouth closed because there was no pot of gold. I'd been stupid, with an inflated ego and visions of greatness. I'd learned my lesson and was lucky to be alive to tell the tale. For now.

He held up the knife, letting me see it glint in the moonlight. "Tonight was fun. You still surprise me, Reed."

My first name slipping from his mouth stunned me for a moment. It was weird coming from him.

"If you continue to make this exciting, maybe I will keep you around."

I clenched my teeth. I needed to find a way to escape and soon.