Chapter 15

Ruby pulled her cell from the pocket of her dress and tapped on it a few times before dropping it back in and zipping it closed again. A young man in a black tailored suit filled the void of the door, behind where Soren was sitting earlier. Subtle hints of soft lulling, classical Victorian-style melodies chimed from further within the mansion's halls. Ball music. My heart fluttered. If I wasn't so terrified this would be more exciting.

"Enjoy. I'll see you out there later." Soren winked, almost insincerely. And then I realised this was his ball. I assumed he'd freshen up before he joined us. For whatever charity this was for, Jesse had mentioned that they were fundraisers.

"This way please, ladies." The young steward offered his arm out. My feet were concreted to the floor, scared to take a step in these heels, God only knew how much pain it would radiate. I stretched to reach his arm but Ruby yanked it back with a tedious cocked brow. She was meaning full seriousness. "Remember… behave." I gulped hard and she spun my wrist so that the palm of my hand was open. My eyes widened with glee as she dropped three pain killers into the palm of my hand, the same ones Caine had given me. My mouth turned a genuine smile, grateful that she considered my pain enough to give me relief.

My champagne fluke was now empty, so I scanned the room for the maid, seeing she wasn't here. I'd have to go in dry like I did last night, though I wasn't as desperate this time, and an extra tablet to swallow wasn't going to be easy. But if I wanted a chance of relief, I was going to have to suck it up. I swirled my tongue to encourage more saliva to pool. Ruby nuzzled her hand at the small of my back with a gentle but firm nudge, and with a hurried breath I dropped the pills into my mouth and swallowed, hard.

A miracle, they slid down my throat with ease. I took a glance at Ruby and mouthed her a thank-you before taking the young man's arm. Ruby followed and my heart pounded, not knowing what my night would bring, but at least I had pain killers and alcohol on my side. Being served up on a silver platter for my kidnappers, how lovely. Not. I trailed off, remembering one of the many nicknames I was given when I first got here, toy.

My mind flipped and spun with the uncertainty of what those men would do to me, trying to hold onto a sliver of hope that they wouldn't hurt me again. The steward led us through a room mostly empty with a few chairs scattered around it, like a formal sitting or waiting room, then into another. How many rooms could this place possibly have?

My eyes widened, taking it all in. "This place is huge."

"Soren gifted it to your… Well, you know who." Ruby chuckled at her own remark. My mouth dried. Him…

"Pfft." I scoffed with an eye roll, and loathe on my tongue, and a tight fist. Damned him. Ruby's hand was over my ass before I had the chance to continue. A warning. Behave. We kept walking, slowly. Good, I didn't need any more of a reason to learn more about these people. I drew my attention toward the sound of vehement voices as we moved further into the mansion. It sounded like a lot of people were here for the event.

We finally reached a pair of floor-to-ceiling arched double doors that led into, a grand room behind them. An involuntary gasp fell from my lips, and the alcohol suddenly felt like it was in full swing, making me dizzy as I admired the elegance. I felt like royalty. It reminded me of standing in line at PUP, when the guard let us in even though we were at the back of the line, and when the waitress led us to the VIP booth. Suddenly, I felt very small, and out of place. Especially without Tilly, at least I was dressed the part. I instinctively drew my hand to my chest. It will be okay Tilly, please be okay.

Another young gentleman appeared with a tray of four champagne flukes, two pink and two white. Needing to drown the complete shit show of emotions I had raging through my veins, I grabbed myself a glass of pink champagne with the strawberry in it. Ruby and I strolled inside the grand room, and my jaw dropped to the floor.

Twenty feet or more high ceilings, two white marble staircases with iron railing each side of the room with a balcony above overlooking the grand entrance, and a whopping huge hanging crystal chandelier in the middle. The whole place was covered in marble, the floor and the walls, the ceiling was stone with insanely detailed gypsum patterns with gold finishings. The place was stunning. It was like we had walked to a different mansion, one half modern and dark, the other Victorian and bright. A whole new world.

"Shit." I muttered, my mouth agape as I took it all in. In complete disbelief that this was my reality. Dressed up in a million dollar gown, free beverages, delicious meals, a private room, all to be served up on a silver platter.

Everything in sight was classical, with breathtaking gold and white features. The young man led us between the two staircases through the open double door where the gathering was being held, and it was loud. Ruby stepped in first, and I was able to catch better sight of her figure in her dress, a sight to see. I had only seen her in black and gothic attire until now. But the red lace gown fell from her waist easily.

It was nice to see her in red lipstick instead of black, showing the feminine side I got a glimpse of earlier today in the terrace. But where was my date, Caine? Shouldn't he be bringing me here instead of Ruby? Everyone was mingling and being served more bubbly champagne and little appetizers by men in long black tailed suits, black masks, and white gloves. Laughter and joy filled the room. Once I had picked my jaw up off the floor, I finally spotted where the beautiful sound was coming from, a woman dressed in white was playing an exquisite harp at the other end of the room.

The women present were dressed very well, and very expensively, and the men looked sharp and wealthy, royal even. The golden masks gave that extra elegance appeal. I wondered briefly if they knew any of these men were killers, or even if Soren knew. Of course he knew.

I had a hunch that he was the backbone of this whole thing. No one just gives a mansion to someone without having suspicions of what was going on behind closed doors. I mean… this place was out in the middle of nowhere, and their club did need VIP access. They were trouble from the get go, and I was the piggy in the middle.

I clenched my teeth. Something in the pit of my stomach made me want to scream and thrash for help, yell that I had been kidnapped and I was going to murdered. But I didn't. Behave. I found a nearby table instead and sat down at, letting the mild tingle leave my feet. My eyes roamed over the place, seeing it was vibrant, full of life and smiles. Fun. I creased a brow, seemingly noticing my name perched on the top of a little card on another table.

I moved and sat at the chair when I noticed a very tall man in a suit and golden half faced mask making a grand entrance like he owned the place, jumping around like an idiot to the beat of his own drum, kicking his legs and up playing the air guitar, clearly drunk. I scoffed, though an involuntary smile tickled the edges of my lips. The crowd was hyping him up with their claps, and it took me way too long to realise it was Damon, the fucking idiot. My breath hitched when he spotted me, and an impish grin split his mouth. The dimples in his cheeks hollowed in a way that only made me squirm in that way. Crap.

I pieced together every scrap of courage I could to be calm, remembering that Ruby said I wasn't going to be hurt tonight if I behaved, and by behave, I assumed obey. My mind wandered again. Would there be sexual things? "I should have guessed it was you." I snarled without meaning to, behave! Though, I was thankful for the buzz the champagne had given me, confidence.

But now was not the time or place to gouge his eyes out with my freshly painted fingernails Soren crafted on me. Granted, it was hard to choke down the nerves in my voice, but if I showed any weaknesses, I knew Damon would play with them like a puppet on a string. Like a toy. I gasped from the abrupt band of his arms as he drunkenly wrapped them around me, smothering me against his suit before leaning back against the chair.

The smug fucker started rolling a toothpick between his teeth. I imagined him choking on it. Let him choke to death while I watched on. I scolded myself from the intrusive thought as his crisp blue eyes burned into me, namely my perfectly plumped breasts. Lingering. I rolled my eyes, mad at myself for admiring him. He looked too fucking good.

He whistled around the toothpick. "H picked a good dress."

I rolled my eyes again and he laughed, gah! "I like your tits."

"Nice to see you too, Damon." I scoffed at his lack of charm. He really was an asshole. A hot ass hole. Ruby finally shuffled away from whoever she was chatting to and sat at the opposite side of the table to me. But still, no Caine. He was my date, so where in the fuck could he be?

"Ah!" I yelped from the sudden intrusion of yet another arm that reached around from behind me. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest, but it lulled quickly. Given the width of the arm, I knew it was Eli. He grabbed my hand and gave it a small kiss, his genuine smile peeking through the shiny gold mask, and those beautiful fucking ocean eyes. What the fuck, it was like I wasn't a prisoner, like I had a get out of jail card, and I was their hot date.

My heart stilled as I lost myself in his gaze. There was something about Eli that was just… delicious. Though, there was something about all of them, that was just… delicious. Each one different than the other, each tugging at different parts of my oddity then I"d care to admit, but nonetheless, those feelings were there. And I hated it, not because it was happening, but because I liked it.

The night played on, and the waiters and waitresses continued to bring out delicious meals and more champagne than I could poke a stick at. The voids of my stomach had filled so much that I didn"t think I could manage another bite at least for another week.

"Let's go dance." Damon challenged Eli, both turning to look at me. I gulped. Oh shit, they mean with me. I shook my head, but they both smirked a little too eagerly. "I don't da-" a mere whisper fell from my lips, but I was interrupted before I had the chance to object. "It wasn't a question, piggy." Damon's eyes narrowed with demand. A daring, sinister darkness puddled where the blues were. I don't dance. I can't dance. Not like this, what about my feet? I dreaded the thought and shook my head again but before I knew it I was being yanked against my will.

The ballroom was silent for a moment, with everyone waiting with their partners for the cue of the next song to play. The Blue Danube Waltz Op. 314 by Strauss began to echo through the room, and Eli adjusted himself behind me, pressing his hip into the small of my back and curling his fingers into the arc of my waist. I gasped from the touch, sending an elicit shiver down my spine. And one where a feeling had been lingering for too long, between my legs. Shit. Damon towered over me to my right with a lustful look on his face. Oh crap. He leaned in closer, and Eli nudged me into him. I felt so small between them.

Damon was well over one and a half feet above me, and I had heels on. Eli wasn"t as tall, but his muscles enveloped my body without hesitation, making me look small. He was huge. Damon turned his arms behind me, with the tops of his hands brushing against Eli"s belt and planting them just above my ass. My chest was hard pressed against his stomach. I was a little meat in their sandwich. The piggy in the middle. My cheeks flushed, and the flutter between my legs only beat harder. Shit. Their breaths split down my neck from both front and back. Eli leant in.

"We're going to have fun playing with our new toy." His voice vibrated in his ribcage and it ricochet against me, making my spine shudder with an unfamiliar excitement. Damon echoed his playful antagonising yet deliciously tormenting words, brushing a coiled tendril of hairs away from my face before hovering at my ear.

"How are your feet, baby? Do you need a cock to lean on? You poor thing." he teased, he didn't care that I was in pain. I knew that for a fact. Rather, he enjoyed it. An embarrassing breathy squeak slipped from my lips. But, pain wasn't what I was feeling right now. It was a cock. My breath hitched, and I snapped my head up, darting my eyes around as I came to my senses. Was anyone watching us? No one seemed to care. As I scanned the room something familiar caught my eye. In a tight fitting suit the other end of the ballroom floor looking like melted butter, an intimate glint in his eyes as he gawked at me, was Caine.

He wore a solid gold mask that covered the top half of his face too. My cheeks flushed beneath his glare, thankful they were covered by my own mask. He was so fucking handsome. And I hated it. The butterflies in my belly tripled and thundered, as did my pussy. For fuck"s sake.

He was standing next to Soren, who was adamantly admiring his work. I couldn't blame them, I looked… edible. Ironic. I mean, Tilly had done an amazing job on my make-up, but Soren, well, he was something else. My makeup was sultry, a scandalous glow to my pale skin and shimmers of gold sprinkled over my entire body, matching the glitter on my mask. I didn't think my eyes could get any bigger, but with a little white highlight in the corner and on my waterline my eyes were like a cartoon drawing, my doe eyes on full display. Soren had finished the look with a vibrant red lipstick in matte finish.

My mind wandered, a desperate need for Caine to smudge it with his lips filling my thoughts. Like Tilly had mentioned in the bathroom that night. Damon released his hold on me and trotted off to stand next to Caine and Soren, turning to look at what they were so fixated on with me. He towered over them both as all three of them gawked. My eyes widened and I stiffened as Eli adjusted his grip to my breasts, whispering heavily in my ear. "You have no fucking clue how much we want you, little one." Damon smirked, as though he could lip read what Eli said. I shuddered, and my legs went a little weak, a breathy moan parting my lips. Damon looked like he was going to have an orgasm right then and there.

"You're all insane." I muttered weakly, shaking my head. The three of them seemed to short circuit gawking at my cinched waist as Eli continued gliding me slowly around the dancefloor, shifting with ease between other couples. My F cup breasts were on full display, spilling from the cups as the V-shaped bust ran down the mid of my cleavage, stopping at the grove of my ribcage. Ravishing.

On purpose. Served on a silver platter for them. And they fucking knew it. The gown draped over my large waist and collected in a puddle at my feet. It fell off my shoulders, with the straps sitting firm around my biceps. A penny wasn't spared on this dress, and the little woman that worked effortlessly had made it fit perfectly. The shadow man inevitably had taste. Even if the thought of him made me curl my lip in disgust.

The slit running up my thigh showed off my silver sparkled stiletto heels. Remarkably, my feet didn't hurt. It was probably because I was so turned on by the fact they were so turned on. By me. A feeling I never thought I'd experience in my life. I had the attention of all these men, and I didn't know what to do with it or how to accept it. I mindlessly gnawed at my bottom lip as they walked back, Caine included.

"Hello, diamond." he flirted, his eyes practically peeling the clothes from my body. I squirmed under his intrusion but let him continue. I gulped at the sensation of my silk green panties starting to collect moisture. I was soaked. What was wrong with me? Damon was the first to ask me for a dance, much to my surprise. Though I'm sure Caine would have, given I was his date.

Caine stood back with his arms crossed, admiring with hunger the way Damon stood over me. I got the impression dancing wasn't what was on his mind. I tilted my neck back as far as it could go, just so I could get a glimpse of the dimples from Damon's grin beneath his mask. I drowned in the denial of desire I had for him.

"Ready? Ready? Watch this." Damon charged his body into a rhythmic dancing pattern, throwing sky-high kicks above his head like an idiot. Jumping around like a drunken sailor, dancing to the beat of his own drum. An involuntary smile cracked my face. He was a fucking idiot. But a hot idiot. Damon. Thebafoon. Eli and Damon took turns spinning me like a princess to the music, being thrown from one arm to the other like a ball in a round of table tennis. Piggy in the middle. My feet started to ache, but I didn't care. I think I may have considered myself having fun, whatever fear I had earlier tonight was gone. The shadow man long out of my thoughts.

Caine had his eyes locked onto me the entire time, biting his lip. Waiting for his chance to strike, letting his brothers have their turn of me first. And I was only happy to let them. The music soon changed to a steamier melody, a different waltz. Damon stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer against him.

I squeezed my thighs together but the throb at my pussy only intensified. I mindlessly let my neck drop back against his chest, pushing my chest out slightly. He had full view of my breasts from his height, but I didn't care. He groaned, and Eli found his way back into the steamy triangle, to my front.

An illicit moan threatened to break from my lips as the intrusion of Eli's hips pressed against mine. His leg parted my thighs, leaving me no choice but to squat over his leg. "Good girl, put your weight on me, that's it. Rest those pretty little feet." Eli breathed. My cheeks burnt crimson as the moisture between them sent a shiver up my spine, the cool air grazing my wetness.

The sensation of something poking at the back of my rib cage made me gasp, there was no hiding the impressive erection pressed against me. Damon"s. Eli groaned and chuckled deep in the back of his throat. He knew. Granted, it was all over my face. Need.

"Do you like his cock against you, little one?" Eli purred, and I mindlessly nodded. Damon squeezed my waist. I moaned, throwing my hand over my mouth to mute my impulsion. We were in front of a crowd of people. Damon drug his hands lower, teasing the bare skin of my thigh that had freed from the slit, draped of Eli's leg. Eli pried my leg further open for him, nudging his knee outward, and Damon instinctively pushed his erection harder against me, hard enough that I had almost completely lifted my feet off the ground, perching over Eli's thigh.

Eli's erection was pressed against the fold of my stomach. Right above my pubic bone. My heart thumped, and I lost a beat for a second, flushing cerise to the delicious spell these men had me in. I glanced around, embarrassed of my encounter. Caine was very pleased with what he was glaring at, two ridiculously hot, masked kidnappers, in suits, sandwiching a virgin hostage.

Both with solid, throbbing erections. I looked down over Caine's spectacular, short frame, and right below his belt, tucked to one side, was a bulge.

Fuck. A sound darted from my mouth again, and my pussy clenched. "Jesus, fucking hell." I whimpered. Three men had wild beating cocks. For me. Right out in the open, neither of them having a care in the world. I'll admit, Caine"s bulge was impressive, and I found myself absently staring. He adjusted himself so that I could see more of it. Holy shit. From what I could see, Caine was thick.

I imagined him between me. I battled with my brain, about which brother I'd let ravish me until I was spent. The moral compass was nowhere to be seen, though I wasn't against the idea of it being gone. If she was back, she'd put a stop to the nice feelings I was having. I muttered an inaudible, defeated, breathy moan as Damon's hand wandered up my frame, his staggered breath racing down my spine as Eli's breath fell over my chest. Damon found my right breast.

"I'm going to cum on these tits on day- right here," he hissed and squeezed, hard. A bestial growl hummed from his chest, and the enticement was all I needed to arch for more. I panted heavily as their forced swaddle tormented my orgasm to the point where I thought I was going to come undone for them right here in the middle of the crowd. The suspense from the last few days had been excruciating and it took every thought in my brain to stop myself. No fucking way was I going to have my first orgasm at the hand of these brothers in public.

Brothers. Didn't that just unlock something buried in the dark?

Brothers. Fuck.

I was turned on by it.