Chapter 32
Evie
The Power Mixer
“I’d really rather you not.” Sebastian groaned when he opened his front door and saw me on the porch, bouncing on the heels of my boots.
I pushed inside and was welcomed by the dogs. I crouched down to soak in their affection.
“I don’t care. I need to see who he hangs out with—AKA, who is guarding him.”
“Do you plan on killing them too?” he scoffed, walking past me after shutting the door. “This isn’t Kill Bill.”
“If I have to. Following orders isn’t a valid excuse to do bad things.” I stood and followed him through the house. He went right up to his room and began removing his clothes.
“If you’re coming, you can’t wear that.” He looked me up and down as he stood in his tight boxers and socks.
“I didn’t bring anything else.” I raised my arms and looked in the wall mirror behind him. I didn’t think I looked terrible. I was in my best jeans, a black blouse, and a leather jacket. “This will have to work.”
“Yeah, it won’t, though. I’ve been to these.
There’s a dress code. Call your assistant and ask her to bring you a short dress with a low neckline and tight waist.” He walked into his closet, and I—slightly salty—reached for my phone and shot a text to Raissa with my size, Sebastian’s address, and told her to bill me.
He came out a moment later in an all-black suit. He’d styled back his hair with gel, creating a look that had me clenching my thighs and focusing on my breathing. He was stunningly handsome.
“I see. This is just for a simple poker night?”
He turned to look at himself in a nearby mirror and adjusted his jacket. “There’s no such thing as a simple poker night in Hollywood, Final Girl. You’ll see. Just know, you’re not going to like it.”
I tried to get more out of him, but he didn’t want to elaborate. Anytime he replied to a question, it was purposefully vague.
Raissa was at the door in an hour with three different dress options and heels. I thanked her and brought them in for Sebastian to assist me in deciding.
“The puffy one and get rid of the boots.” He pointed to the shortest dress with the deepest neckline.
I reluctantly put it on, along with the heels that went with it. The neckline plunged nearly to my belly button, and the skirt barely covered my ass. I wasn’t thrilled, but it was all black and the softest material of the three. I joined Sebastian downstairs and looped my arm through his.
“Let’s go. How far away does he live?” I asked as we stepped outside.
Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck and scrunched up his nose. We walked down the driveway and took a left.
“Here.” He pointed to the estate right next door.
I stopped short and looked up at the grand, three-story mansion.
It was smaller than Sebastian’s but was farther back from the street, and his front yard was full of bushes shaped like animals.
In the dark, the cute little bunny rabbit trees were almost menacing.
“Are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded. “I could have already killed him!”
“Beep beep, Ritchie!” he hissed. “I didn’t tell you because I don’t want my property value to go down.
Now, I’m not going to let you go in there fisting your fucking knives like you’re in Planet Terror or something.
You need to keep your shit together. Our time will come.
You cannot go in there knives drawn. Understand? ”
I rolled my eyes. While I had put my knives in the bralette of my dress in case the situation came up, I knew something like that wasn’t reasonable for survival. I still had four men on my list.
“Fine.”
“Groovy.” He took my arm, and we finished the brief journey to the house next door.
We were greeted by a woman in a short French maid costume.
Sebastian shot me an eye roll as she took us through Frederick’s house and down to the basement, where a party was already underway.
It was designed as a modern speakeasy. There was an impressive bar on the back wall with a bartender in a tuxedo.
To the right were several poker tables, with games already underway.
Closer to the bar was a lounge area, where women dressed like me were sitting with drinks, socializing.
The lighting was dim, and the music was loud enough to be heard, but not so loud that you had to yell.
Smoke filled the room, creating a thick fog.
I breathed in the familiar scent of cigars, unable to get away from it.
A waiter greeted us, offering drinks and an escort to the poker table.
“Shaw!” Frederick—now in a suit similar to Sebastian’s, only light gray—stood and greeted us. “Take a seat,” he said, the cigar in his mouth bobbing as he spoke.
Sebastian let go of my arm. A slither of panic came up my throat as I realized there was only one seat at the table.
“Evie, go socialize with the other women,” Sebastian said softly, resting his hand on my lower back, urging me forward.
“What?” My gaze shot to the women on the other side of the room. Panic shot up my spine at the thought of being pulled from him. “No. I want to stay with you.”
“Go. I’ll be back after a few rounds.” He gently pushed me away, and reluctantly, I nodded and stormed off.
The women barely looked up from their drinks and conversation when I joined them, and when I finished my blueberry lemon drop, I was given another one right away. They were strong. After I’d drained the second, I felt a little dizzy.
I glanced over at the table. There was so much smoke, I couldn’t see them well.
The only indication that we were all still in the same room was the laughter and occasional cheers of wins and groans of losses coming from the poker tables.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Sebastian came for me, his face grim.
Something wasn’t right.
I stood and wobbled on my heels.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as he practically dragged me to the table.
“Welcome back, Evelyn Reyes, our guest of honor!” Frederick greeted me again, warmly.
Guest of honor? I looked at Sebastian, but he refused to meet my eyes.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, you see, sweetie, we invited your boyfriend here because we have reason to believe he knows something about our late friends, Mike and Jason. He swears he doesn’t.”
“It puts the lotion in the basket,” Sebastian murmured so low I almost didn’t hear.
I flicked my gaze back to the table, where Frederick was staring at us, his eyes lowered to slits.
“What was that, Shaw?”
“I said I was sorry,” he said loudly.
Sorry? For what? I was confused and growing scared. I tried to back away, but Sebastian gripped my wrist tightly.
“I warned you that sitting at my table was a risky game. Take your loss,” Frederick demanded.
A bolt of unadulterated terror ran through me as I realized all the men at the table were looking at me with wide, hungry eyes.
“It does this whenever it’s told,” Sebastian finished the quote. In our secret language, he was telling me to follow along with whatever he was about to do. But something in my gut said it wasn’t going to be good. He cleared his throat and spoke louder.
“Get on your knees, slut.”
For a moment, my mind went blank, and I looked up at him. What the fuck?
“Did you not hear me?” Sebastian gripped my shoulder and shoved me to my knees.
The table erupted in laughter.
“Sebastian.” I fought to stand back up, but he held my head firmly in his palms. My face flamed in embarrassment. What the hell was going on?
“Consider this number two,” he said as his hands went to his belt buckle.
I tried to pull back, but he reached out and fisted my hair, holding me in place. “I’m your number-one fan,” he murmured.
I looked up at him. His eyes were shiny and full of shame as he pulled his erect cock out of his jeans. Hot, heavy tears spilled from my eyes as I realized what he wanted me to do. He’d been giving me signs the whole time.
“It puts the lotion in the basket.” Just go with it.
“Consider this number two.” He was going to use his second free use.
“I’m your number-one fan.” A line from Misery. It was his apology.
I started hyperventilating as he shoved me toward his groin.
I reached my hands out and pushed against him, trying to get away, but he slid his hand down and gripped my neck, squeezing to the point of pain.
I cried out, and he shoved his cock into my mouth.
I gagged, which elicited laughter and cheers from the men at the table.
My attention shifted to them briefly, and that’s when I saw the gun pointing at Sebastian’s back.
He wasn’t doing this to be cruel. He’d been given no choice.
Sebastian forcefully moved my head back and forth, and I realized that the more I fought, the worse it would be for both of us. It was clear that Sebastian wasn’t jumping to do this. He’d been told to. Was it for Fred to prove his dominance? Was it meant to degrade me and shame Sebastian?
I closed my eyes and focused on Sebastian’s erection plunging in and out of my mouth, pushing the loud room out of my mind.
I wasn’t going to let Frederick Castle win whatever game he was playing.
I shifted my thoughts as I worked my tongue, the heat slowly fading from my face.
Instead of this room of laughing men, we were somewhere else, somewhere better, and I was enjoying this.
I had volunteered to give him pleasure, and soon my mouth relaxed enough to perform a blowjob worth having.
I ran my tongue along his length, sucking and using my teeth ever so lightly.
This was a test, and it very well could be life or death.
They needed to trust Sebastian, and if degrading me like they’d done my mother was the way to gain their trust, so be it.
I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling this wasn’t Sebastian’s first time in this scenario either.
That’s why he knew just what to do to get it over with.
He’d tried warning me, but I hadn’t wanted to listen.
As I continued to suck and lick his cock, I felt my body reacting to it all.
I fought the urge to reach down and satisfy myself.
I was almost sure the alcohol I’d been fed all night had assisted in this, and once it was over, I’d spend the night replaying it all, wondering who this person enjoying having an audience was.
But for now, in this moment, I let myself revel in the fact that I was sucking Sebastian’s cock, and I was sure the men watching were jealous.
In another lifetime, I would have loved for this to be our life.
We could be married, with our dogs, and every night would be filled with carnal pleasures, finished with horror movies and cuddling.
But that wasn’t the life I had. The life I had now was one where I was sucking him off in front of a room of perverted, middle-aged men who wanted to kill him. One of which might be my father.
Suddenly his breathing hitched, and he pushed my head closer until my lips touched his base and he found the back of my throat. With a loud groan, he came, shooting hot jets of cum into my throat. I took every drop and then fell back onto my ass.
Frederick came around the table and petted my hair. I jumped away, but that only made him laugh. He patted my shoulder and walked back to his men.
“Good girl. Just like your mother.”