1. Flora
ONE
Flora
M y legs threaten to give out as I stand in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a white, lacy lingerie set. My whole body shudders, and that’s only partially because it’s pretty cold down here. My palms are clammy, and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
This is the last place I want to be, but I have no other choice. I need the money so badly, and there’s no other way to get this much in this short of an amount of time.
I look around the large room, taking in the dark floor and blood red walls. There is a four-post bed at the far-right wall, and on the left are black wooden shelves with all kinds of sex toys, like dildos, vibrators, anal plugs and some whips. Against the wall ahead of me is an array of sex furniture, including a large cross with restraints hanging from multiple spots.
I try to swallow the knot in my throat and calm myself down.
It’s only two hours. It’s just sex. How bad can it be?
Bad.
There are no safe words down here in the basement of Purgatory. The elite adult club has many rules upstairs, but down here, anything goes. Once I signed the paper in Lucian’s office, I sold my body for two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes of giving up control completely and letting a man do whatever he wants to me. Two hours for sixty grand. That’s how much he is paying me, and I need every penny of it—desperately.
My father is a good man, but he has a big gambling problem. And this time, he borrowed money from the wrong people. The Stone brothers run this city. Everyone knows them, and most fear them. A shiver runs down my spine when I think about the day I met one brother. He came to the coffee shop where I work, his eyes scanning me like I was prey. I’ll never forget his deep voice taunting me with flirtatious words. His boyish grin almost had me fooled, but I knew he was one of the three devils.
Dad should have known better than to take anything from the Stone brothers, but his addiction has been bad ever since Mom died.
Sadness invades my chest at the memory of my mom. I miss her so much.
But my thoughts evaporate into thin air at the sound of the door handle turning. I spin around to face the entrance and let my arms awkwardly hang by my sides, suddenly not sure what to do with my limbs.
The handle turns and the door is pushed open. I hold my breath as a large man comes into view. The first thing I see is the mask he wears over his face. It’s a light up mask with crosses over his eyes and a wide, scary smile over his mouth.
He enters the room, and I instinctively take a step back. This man is huge—definitely over six feet tall, with wide shoulders and thick arms. He’s wearing a red hoodie and dark jeans.
I stand there frozen in fear as he comes closer, revealing two more men in masks behind him. I shake my head and wrap my arms around myself as the three men pile into the space, closing the door behind them with a loud thud.
“You look a bit scared, doll,” the first man in the red hoodie chuckles. His voice is deep and sultry, sending goosebumps across my arms.
“I didn’t know there were going to be three of you,” I admit, my voice quiet and wobbly.
The second man wearing a green hoodie speaks next, “That's why we’re in Hell, and not upstairs. You can’t say no to us down here.”
I can’t see his face, but I think he’s smiling because of the tone in his voice.
The third guy wearing a black hoodie stays silent, which somehow makes him the scariest to me. All three of them are massive, towering over my five foot three inches petite frame.
I swallow hard, panic setting in. These guys could seriously hurt me. I glance at the door, the only way out. I could make a run for it if it wasn’t for the three men in the way of that exit. Not to mention the bouncers in the hallway. I’m trapped for the next two hours.
“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Red tells me, sounding a bit worried now.
“I’m fine,” I lie, my breathing coming erratic now.
“You’re no use to us unconscious.” He comes closer, lifting his hand. He runs his knuckles down my cheek softly. The touch makes me suck in a sharp breath. His fingers are warm against my cold skin and for a second I think about leaning into that warmth.
“Speak for yourself. I’ll fuck her either way,” Green chimes in, still sounding amused by my apparent fear.
Black takes a step closer, but still doesn't say a word.
“What’s your name, doll?” Red asks.
“F-Flora,” I stutter.
“Flora,” he repeats, his tone low and sultry. “That’s a pretty name. How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I answer quickly.
“How many times have you been fucked?”
I flinch at the crude question. “Twice,” I say honestly. Both times were with my first boyfriend, Andrew, and he never made me come. I regret giving him that part of me. I caught him cheating, and now I regret sleeping with him even more since Lucian told me I could have gotten so much more money if I’d been a virgin.
“Let’s start with something easy,” Red announces, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Get on your knees.”
I have no problem obeying, especially since my knees are about to give out on their own. I get down to kneel on the hard concrete floor, welcoming the cool, smooth surface against my wobbly legs.
“Good girl,” Red coos. “Now, get my dick out and suck it.” He steps in front of me, his crotch leveled with my face.
Swallowing my fear and nervousness down, I reach for his zipper with shaking hands and unzip it slowly before unbuttoning the top button. I reach into his pants and pull his already-hard cock free. He’s hung like a horse. I wrap my small hand around his thick, veiny member, wondering how this thing will fit inside of me.
I lick my lips and glance up at the masked man briefly before I lean forward and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I run my tongue over the underside before I suck on it. Red groans and his hand finds its way into my hair where he grabs a fist full to pull me in.
I let his cock slide over my tongue and down my throat. I’ve given head before, but never to someone this big. My gag reflex kicks in, and I sputter around him as he pushes himself into my throat.
Red’s hand tightens in my hair, pain forming on my scalp where he pulls on the blond strands. I groan around him and he moans in return.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Green approach. Leaning down, he pulls something from his boot. My eyes focus on the metal piece in his hand. A knife, I realize in terror.
My eyes go wide, and I instinctively try to pull back. Red’s hold on me strengthens before he growls, “Keep sucking, doll. Don’t worry about him.”
But how can I not worry about a guy heading toward me with a knife?
My heart races as Red grabs my head between his two large hands and starts to fuck my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm down when I feel a new hand on my back.
A shiver runs down my spine as the fingers softly dance over my skin. The sensation confuses me. One man is violently fucking my throat while another is gently running his fingertips across my shoulder blades.
I almost forget about the knife when Green’s voice meets my ear. “Hold her still for a moment. I only want to cut a little.”