Chapter 7
MY VERY OWN DOLL
Killian
I left the masquerade party and took the narrow stairs to the basement two at a time, almost slipping on the last step. Maybe I’d had one too many shots of tequila, or maybe the alcohol had popped the cork on my fury.
A grim smile split my lips. Liquor did have the uncanny ability to turn some people into raging, abusive assholes.
As I stormed into the VIP lounge, hanging globes and fairy lights spilled a soft, dreamy glow over the ostentatious crimson and gold decor while fog pumped through vents near the floor. Ivy-wrapped shiny poles and silk drapes created archways.
But all the whimsical fantasy elements couldn’t mask the true debauchery held within these walls.
This underground room was much more than a secret hangout for the elite, and the reason someone manned the door all night. If the wrong person wandered down here, shit could hit the fan. So imagine my surprise when I found the door to the stairs unguarded.
My fists clenched. Charlie Dunlap was a dead man for leaving his post.
People relaxed on leather couches, sipping drinks or hooking up as sultry music drifted through the speakers as I entered. The Sigma Delta guys wore black suits while the women donned scandalous, flashy dresses that drew our attention like flies to honey.
Masks covered everyone’s faces, a mandatory element for the party above, but something you might find any time in the VIP area for anonymity or pure fun.
A girl straddled a frat brother’s lap, riding his dick. Plenty of people were already fucking, but the real depraved shit occurred in the rooms down the long hall on the left.
I strolled across the main room toward the bar where gold curtains lined the wall. When I yanked the fabric aside, the window into a small room revealed another scene of lust and sin. A guy screwed a woman bound in leather restraints while another male watched, waiting his turn.
Both were frat brothers, but neither was Charlie.
I moved to the next window where a girl, her hands bound behind her back, kneeled in front of a guy lashing her with a leather whip. A look of sheer ecstasy stretched across her face as she pleaded for more.
Where the hell was Charlie?
A hand wrapped around my bicep, and Lorelei appeared, the elaborate gold mask framing her brown eyes and curving over her nose. Her nipples poked through the skimpy gold satin dress she wore that would surely show her panties when she bent over.
“Hi, handsome.” She licked her glossy lips. “I knew you couldn’t resist playing tonight.”
My jaw clenched against the urge to shove her across the room. “I’m here on business, Lorelei.”
She clung to me as I walked to the next window where two girls rubbed against a guy. “Do you like that, Kill?” Lorelei pointed to the group as the male forced one of the girls to her knees. “We can go into a room and bring another girl with us—if you want. I’m willing to do anything for you.”
I pried her grip off and tried to keep the rage from boiling over. “Like I said, I’m working right now. I’m not interested.”
She huffed and crossed her arms, pushing up her tits. “Maybe I’ll just find someone else and let him have his way with my body. Anything he wants.”
“Good for you.”
Her hand wrapped around my arm again. “Please, Kill...”
There was something like desperation in her tone. If I weren’t such a dick, maybe I would’ve felt bad for her, or wondered what she could be desperate about, but unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case.
“I said no.” I marched past her and headed toward the hall to search for Dunlap. When I found him, he was getting a fist to the face.
After checking three rooms, I stormed into one of the large ones, the scent of lust, sex, and arousal heavy in the air as multiple groups of partygoers enacted their sexual fantasies out on the bed, couches, chairs, floor, or bound in chains hanging from the ceiling.
Moans, pants, and bodies slapping became a repetitive soundtrack.
Gage leaned against a wall, watching but not participating. His white Phantom of the Opera mask appeared stark against his dark hair, tattoos, and all-black attire. He blew smoke out of his mouth from the cigarette perched between his fingers.
I stormed toward him. “Have you seen Charlie Dunlap?”
He shook his head.
My lips thinned into tight lines. “That little fucker is supposed to be working the door.”
“You seem tense, Kill.” Gage took another drag of his cigarette and then ashed it in a crystal bowl. “Maybe you should do something to expend that energy before it explodes.”
As usual, Gage was right. He sensed the rage I normally kept so well hidden behind my perfect facade. The cracks would grow bigger the longer I went without some kind of release.
While I searched through roiling bodies for Dunlap, a petite girl in a red lace dress that showed off her toned legs and perky breasts wandered into the room.
Lustrous auburn hair caressed her bare shoulders and waved down her back to her narrow waist. Her blue eyes widened beneath the lace, satin, and rhinestone butterfly mask covering the top half of her face.
My brow arched at her reaction to the unfolding orgy. Shock, horror, and terror crossed her expression, but a hint of intrigue also coiled around her. She lifted her small hand to her chest, probably right over her crashing heart as her breaths came in erratic pants.
That girl did not belong here.
From her reaction to the scene, I could tell she wasn’t a regular or anyone connected to this world. She wouldn’t make it two minutes in this place.
Her mouth formed a perfect O, and the longing to have those crimson lips around my dick hit me like a bolt of lightning. My black slacks painfully tightened over my crotch.
She needed to run before someone corrupted her.
At that moment, the door opened and Bass entered the room, his focus instantly pulling to the girl in red. A wicked smile curved his mouth as he took her in like a spoiled rich kid who’d just spotted a new toy.
My pulse spiked at the sinister shadows crawling over his face as he dropped the gold mask back into position. If he discovered she wasn’t invited to this party, he’d break her just to ensure her silence. Some instinct in me screamed to stop him.
And the dark voice in my head whispered that I wanted to be the one to break her.
“Bass will shatter the cute thing in red,” Gage murmured, clearly having also clocked the girl. “Unless someone else gets to her first.”
The fucker was goading me. And it worked.
Before I’d even made a conscious decision, my feet moved in her direction, cutting Sebastian off.
“There you are.” My mouth sealed to hers, inhaling her sweet, fruity flavor. As she parted her lips to squeal, my tongue thrust inside.
Fuck. She tasted like peaches and vanilla.
The girl tried to shove me off, but I locked my arms around her petite frame and forced her into another room, kicking the door closed to escape Bass. Now that I’d claimed her, he wouldn’t bother fighting me over her when he had so many other options ripe for the taking.
At least I hoped.
Once we were safely tucked away in the small space, I released her. And she slapped me.
She then stumbled back, falling onto a leather settee, the only piece of furniture in the dimly lit room. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
The sting on my cheek barely registered as her sweet voice, breathless and a little husky, went straight to my dick. How could someone be attracted to a voice? And something about it sounded so familiar.
As her words settled in, I arched an eyebrow. “You don’t know who I am?”
She motioned toward my face. “You’re wearing a mask, idiot.”
Being someone other than Killian Davenport lifted a weight off my chest for the first time in years, and my usually restrained darkness took a deep breath of freedom. Like a slumbering beast had awoken, he stretched and howled at the fearless temptress in blood-red lace.
My carefully constructed personality shattered, and control slipped through my fingers. I didn’t give a flying fuck, though. No amount of pleading would put me back in that cage right now.
I snatched her from the couch, spun her like my very own doll, and pressed her curvy body against the glass window on the far wall. She struggled in my grasp, doing nothing except rubbing her ass against my hardening cock.
“You look lost, little lamb.” As the roughly whispered words hit the nonexistent space between us, and my tongue flicked her ear, she froze. “You could get into serious trouble for being where you weren’t invited.”
“I-I was invited.” Her quick breaths fogged the glass. “I’m waiting for someone. Um, Mac, or McKenzie something. Anyway, I’ve been here tons of times.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, reminding me of someone else for a fleeting moment.
“Is that so?” I couldn’t bite back my evil grin as I reached over and flipped the switch on the wall. The glass became transparent, displaying the room we had just left as three people went at it right in front of us.
The girl gasped at the sinful show. “Okay! I lied. I haven’t been here before, but I was waiting for someone, I swear.
” The fine tremors rippling through her seared the blood in my veins.
“But it was a big mistake, because I’m definitely not the kind of girl that gets off on performing in front of others.
Actually, I’m a little camera shy, and I hate public speaking. ”
She apparently also talked when she was nervous.
“Relax.” I pulled her away from the window and pushed her back against the wall with various loops and hooks for binds. “They can’t see us.”
Her body slumped for only a moment before her fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, and she tried to dart toward the door.
I slammed my hand on the wall and blocked her with my arm, looming over her tiny frame. She was so fucking breakable. “I wouldn’t do that. A big bad wolf was about to sink his teeth into you. That’s why I stole you away.”