CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Andras
Ilet the others persuade me into taking Sara to Noircoeur. I was curious enough to hear her sing that I allowed it. And I needed to get her out of the fucking house. If she wasn’t acting like a brat and pouting about her new prison, she was stirring shit up between my brothers. Devon was pretending not to be furious about Sara fucking Typhon and Leviathan while those horny daemons followed her around like a pair of whipped puppies. She seemed to enjoy it, and I didn’t trust her.
And to make matters worse, my dick was permanently half-hard with her at The Towne House. I watched the video of my brothers fucking the life out of her on our pool table more times than I cared to admit. I listened to her moan as I stroked my cock in the shower before we left for the club. My hands gripped the steering wheel of my Land Rover tight enough to break the damn vehicle. I pushed her naked flesh out of my mind and forced my body to relax before I killed us all in a deadly car accident.
Devon was sulking in the passenger seat while Levi and Ty pawed at Sara between them in the back. She laughed, a low sultry sound that made my dick twitch, and I narrowed my eyes on the road. What was it about this woman that captivated us so?
This was a first for Ty, especially. Levi was more of a lover, a pleaser, but Ty was rough and unforgiving. You’d be surprised to find him with the same woman more than once. Devon was a closed book but clearly infatuated with her. I could see his wrathful mask dissolving even as he tried to stay angry about having to share her. Because that’s what was happening, wasn’t it? The four of us, sharing one woman. It was insane. Why share one when there were plenty of beautiful women in the world for us to each find our own?
Sara remained a puzzle I could not solve, a strange light in our dark world. I could see she had her own darkness, but it was nothing compared to ours. I wondered what she would do when she saw us for the daemons we were. She would run away, of course. Who wouldn’t?
Before I could think any further into it, we arrived. The Obscuritas owned Noircoeur, as well as Yvonne’s, the restaurant it was hidden beneath. I had only visited once, and our fathers have never visited the place, which is why I allowed this little outing. Sara was safe enough to be seen here. My father left Boston as often as he could, preferring his estate in North Carolina. I hated that estate. Everything bad happened there. The first time I watched my father nearly beat Ty to death. The first time he forced me to do the same. Our fathers broke us, over and over again, until we were too fractured to fight back. But what he didn’t intend for was the connection the four of us formed when our fathers destroyed us. And now we would rise against them, stronger than we ever were before. I hoped we were strong enough.
I drove the SUV up to the front door of the restaurant and stopped. The attendant immediately jumped out of his booth, recognizing who I was instantly. He stammered, keeping his eyes lowered, as I stepped out of the vehicle and handed him the keys, threatening his life if anything should happen to my Land Rover.
Levi tugged Sara against him, and she didn’t protest as they walked in front of Ty and Devon. I led the way toward the restaurant, the winter wind whipping around us.
Devon had gathered most of her things from the shitty apartment above his bar, so she had fresh clothes. I also had her motorcycle brought over and parked in our garage. I wanted her to feel comfortable at The Towne House, which was strange considering she was supposed to be our prisoner. But every time I thought of treating her as such I just…couldn’t. The only thing he couldn’t get into was the safe hidden in her closet. Sara refused to give us the code, so Ty and Devon ripped the thing out and hauled it into the basement. Perhaps I would let Ty torture her later and force her to open it. The daemon inside me perked up at the thought of her chained and vulnerable for us. I glanced back at her, seemingly incapable of having her out of my sight for more than a few minutes.
Tonight she wore ripped skinny jeans and a mesh black top, her lacy red bra visible through the open-weave sweater. I found her style more attractive than I cared to admit. The cropped leather jacket she wore over the top was hardly winter attire, and I had to resist the urge to lick the goosebumps rising on her skin.
The streets were less busy because of the weather, although indoor dining seemed busy enough for a Thursday night. A hostess pulled open the door of the restaurant, and I stepped inside, ignoring her and walking toward the VIP room in the back, where the door to Noircoeur was hidden.
“I usually sneak in the back entrance, you fancy fucks,” Sara taunted, rolling her eyes at us, and Levi laughed.
I chose to ignore her. I rapped my knuckles on the door, and a bulky bouncer opened a small window at eye level. He registered who I was but looked unimpressed. Sara shoved in front of me, and I resisted the urge to shove her against the wall and spank her ass raw for her rude behavior. She stood on her tiptoes, her ass pressing back against my cock, and smiled at the bouncer.
“Hey, Beau. They’re with me.”
She waved in our general direction, and I pursed my lips in annoyance.
Beau’s face softened. “Hey, crazy. It’s busy down there.”
He opened the door and stepped aside for her, and I immediately followed, making sure the bouncer understood who Sara belonged to.
“Awesome. I’ve got something new for tonight.” She grinned and winked at Beau the Bouncer, who might wind up on a missing persons list if he didn’t avert his fucking eyes.
I threaded her arm through mine before she could walk any further and slip away from us. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight me, and my blood heated at her obedience. The others followed behind us. At the base of the stairs, there was another small landing and French doors with red, stained-glass windows. Two attendants opened the doors, their eyes widening when they registered exactly who was walking into the club.
Sara winked at the young men we passed, and I snarled at them until their attention returned to the four daemons walking at her side. I let my eyes sweep the crowd, looking unimpressed, even as I made note of any important faces. I knew Ty was doing the same behind me, always on alert for threats. My father made sure of that. Whether he wanted it or not, Ty was molded into my personal bodyguard, just as his father was to mine.
A perky girl in a pink wig rushed toward us, her tits bouncing in the small sequined one-piece she was wearing. I barely glanced at her, and she turned her attention to Sara.
“Hey, Josie.” Sara smiled, giving the girl a half hug as I refused to let go of her arm.
“H-hey, girl,” Josie stammered, her slanted brown eyes darting between the men crowding around Sara.
Sara turned toward me with a bored expression. “I’m assuming you’ve got a VIP booth here?”
I nodded curtly.
Sara rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion before turning back to the girl. “I can take care of them. Just have Ryan bring over a bottle of Ketel One on ice and a bottle of Jack. Five rocks glasses, stuffed olives, and cherries, please.”
Josie nodded quickly and sprinted to the bar. Sara tugged on my arm, and I let her lead us to the VIP booth closest to the stage where she would be performing. The room was a rough U-shape, and the VIP booths lined the walls on either side of the main stage. Of course she would know which booth belonged to us.
Dev pulled back the velvet curtains to reveal two small couches and an oversized lounge chair with a low glass table resting in the center. Ty settled into the chair, pulling Sara onto his lap. She wiggled her ass, and he growled, nipping her neck. Levi, Devon, and I moved to sit on the two smaller couches. A built young man came over with our drinks, expertly laying out the bottles of liquor, glasses, and garnishes Sara ordered. He wasn’t exactly young, only a couple years behind me, by the looks of him. What I didn’t like was his unfamiliar face. I knew everyone who worked here, but I did not recognize him. I made a mental note to look into his background later.
“Hey, Ryan.” She smiled, leaning across the table to speak to him. “It’s packed. Making good money tonight? ”
Ryan smiled back but wisely stepped away from Sara as we all glared up at him. “Yeah, doing alright. It’s a rowdy crowd. I’m sure they’ll go nuts when you show up on stage. Break a leg out there, Sara.”
Sara’s smile turned devilish, and her turquoise eyes glanced my way before turning back to him. “Go find a seat! You won’t want to miss this show.”
Ryan laughed as he backed away from our booth. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Four sets of eyes locked on Sara, and she squirmed under the attention before sticking out her tongue at me. I snapped my hand out and grabbed it, pulling her face toward mine while Ty gripped her waist.
“Behave, sweetheart. Or I’ll take you back to The Towne House and chain you to the bathtub,” I growled low enough so only she could hear.
I chuckled as her curses slurred with her tongue locked between my fingers. I released it, wiping my fingers covered in her spit on her pants, and sat back with a smirk while she scowled at me.
“Someone make me a drink,” Sara ordered, breaking eye contact first.
Levi sat forward, icing up a glass of vodka with a blue cheese olive. Dev leaned forward and picked a cherry out, dipping it in his whiskey and reaching out, pressing it to her lips.
“Open your mouth, devil girl,” Devon teased, his eyes following her full lips.
Sara’s scent changed as her eyes filled with lust, and my dick twitched. Her tongue curled around the cherry, sucking it from Dev’s fingers. Ty rocked Sara’s hips against his dick and groaned.
“Close the curtain, pet,” Ty whispered for only us to hear. “I want to suck a cherry out of her sweet little cunt.”
Sara laughed, wiggling against him. “I’ve got to go get dressed. I’m on in twenty minutes.”
I grabbed Sara’s drink and my own, offering her my arm as I stood. “Let’s go then.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “I can’t even go to my dressing room without a bodyguard?”
“No.” I chose not to elaborate because there was no room for argument. Even if she enjoyed riding my brothers’ dicks, I didn’t trust her to not run from us.
She huffed, and Ty grabbed her face, sticking his tongue down her throat. She moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away with a wink. “Be a good girl for Andras. We’ll be watching.”
Sara flipped him off and stormed out of our booth. I followed after her, enjoying the view of her ass swaying angrily as she stormed down the hall to the side of the stage.
Her dressing room was larger than I expected, with a plush, velvet chaise in the corner and several racks of costumes, shoes, and accessories. I placed our drinks on her vanity, shoving aside her makeup as she tugged out a garment bag from her costume rack.
“And what will you be singing for us tonight, belle femme?” I sipped my vodka, watching her.
Her captivating eyes turned my way, and I swallowed thickly. This woman was going to be my end.
She grinned and braced her hands on her hips. “It’s a surprise. Now go stand outside. I don’t want you to see my costume yet.”
I arched an eyebrow, and she pouted.
“Please, Andras? I actually enjoy singing. I’m not going anywhere but on that stage. At least not right now.”
I shoved off the wall and stalked toward her, tipping her chin up to meet my gaze. She was so petite, her head barely reaching my shoulders. “If you run, I will find you, Sara Braun.”
Her lips parted, and her tongue flicked across her lips, her pupils dilating with desire. “I know.”
I smirked, releasing her and picking up my drink. “Good girl.”
I stepped out of the dressing room before she could respond and shut the door. I returned to the others, their eyes curious as they watched me sit.
“You left her in the room alone?” Dev spoke up first, frowning at me.
I leaned back, resting my right ankle on my left knee and sipping the cold liquor. “She’s not going anywhere. And if she does, it just gives Ty the opportunity to chase her.”
Ty chuckled darkly, swigging whiskey from the bottle. “Fuck, I hope she runs.”
“You’re fucked up, man,” Dev snapped at him, leaning back in his seat.
“We all are, Parrish. You’re just in denial,” Ty retorted, taking another swig from the bottle. “Let your daemon out, brother. He’s bored.”
Dev chucked a cherry at Ty, who caught it in his mouth with a grin. The lights dimmed, and a voice echoed through the speakers, announcing the next act.
“Please welcome our very own Singing Siren, Sara Braun.”
The crowd went wild, whistling and clapping for our girl. The lights darkened completely, and I picked up the click of her heels as she walked on stage. The music burst to life, and a hazy pink spotlight shined down on Sara. My mouth went dry, and my dick hardened instantly. She wore a blonde, blunt bob wig and pin-up girl makeup. Her lips were a bright pink, matching the silver-and-pink corset she wore. The top cinched her waist and boosted her cleavage. Sara looked absolutely exquisite. Her round ass swayed in tight cheeky, pink bottoms, and her black stilettos clicked against the stage as she sashayed to the edge.
“Fucking hell,” Dev whispered, his voice rough with desire.
I wholeheartedly agreed. Sara looked like the sweetest sin I wanted to devour. The music picked up, and her voice rang out to a coquettish tune. It was mildly familiar, and I turned to Levi, knowing how excited he must be. Burlesque was one of his favorite movies, and the song “But I Am a Good Girl” was one of his favorite scenes.
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips, and the others joined me as she glanced our way, singing the next line directly to us. Unlike the song lyric, our Sara was no “good girl.”
Oh, she was in trouble for sure.
Sara danced and moved her supple body to the beat as she sang out the words. The crowd whistled and howled. I grimaced, seeing all the men ogling her. Sara sauntered closer to the steps at the front of the stage and the damn bartender, Ryan, was instantly there, helping her down into the crowd. I felt my brothers go still beside me as we watched her move through the crowd, letting them paw at her as she sang.
I growled, the music drowning out the sound. “Our little angel is looking for punishment.”
Ty grunted in agreement, and Levi laughed before he spoke.
“Mi diosa. I’m in love.”
Sara drifted through the crowd, pausing at our booth. She winked and turned, shaking her sweet, round ass in our faces. Levi reached out and pinched her plump cheeks and she yelped, adding it into the song, and the crowd roared with applause. She tiptoed back to the stairs, where Ryan helped her up onto the stage. She draped herself across a chair as the song came to an end, and the room leapt to its feet. Money and flowers littered the stage. Sara fanned herself and blinked innocently as I rearranged my growing hard-on. I was about to come in my fucking pants. Oh yes, she would be punished.
Sara skipped off the stage behind the curtains, and I stood with a growl.
“Mine.”
I left the others adjusting their own swollen dicks and walked swiftly to her dressing room, noting the bouquet of red roses on her vanity. I slammed the door, and she turned with a shit-eating grin on her smart mouth. I snarled.
“Did you like it, baby?” Sara cooed, blinking up at me.
I grabbed her forearms, pulling her close. “You think you’re cute, don’t you, sweetheart?” I purred, my voice low and threatening.
She smiled back, unphased, and I think I loved her more for that.
“Just being the good little girl you wanted.” She pouted.
I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Then you’ll take your punishment like a good little girl too, sweetheart.”
I turned her around swiftly and bent her over the vanity. Her arms darted out, bracing herself, and I slapped her ass. She cried out when I ripped her cheeky shorts down and slapped her ass twice more. I smoothed my hand over the red marks, making her moan for me. My fingers slid toward her glistening pussy, and I chuckled darkly.
I dipped a finger inside her sweet cunt. Sara responded instantly with pretty little moans and pushed her ass back into my hand. I added a second finger, curling the digit and finding her G-Spot with ease.
“Fuck, Andras,” she whimpered.
I slid my fingers out, and she whined. I slapped my hand over her soaked pussy, my cock twitching when she screamed for me.
“Only good girls get orgasms, sweetheart,” I taunted.
I pulled her up, turning her to face me. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling my dick out and stroking it. Sara gasped, eyeing it greedily.
“On your knees.”
Sara swallowed, and her eyes locked on mine as she dropped to her knees. “Don’t fuck up my makeup. I have another song to sing, asshole.”
I growled. “If I want you to go back on that stage covered in my fucking cum, you will.”
Sara smirked up at me, tugging my cock into her dainty hands, twisting and stroking and making me groan. “Wanna bet?” she whispered.
I was about to protest when she sucked my cock into her mouth. The head of my dick touched the back of her throat, and she hummed, the vibrations making me shudder and my dick throb. Holy fuck.
I fisted my hand in her hair, taking back some semblance of control. I circled my hips, pulling back and thrusting into her mouth steadily. She closed her eyes, moaning. Her hands slid around my waist, and she dug her nails into my ass while I fucked her throat. I groaned loudly as her tongue danced along the tip of my cock, lapping up the pre-cum.
“Fuck, angel.”
My grip on her hair tightened, and she whimpered on my dick. I lost control, thrusting into her mouth faster, harder, my dick swelling to the point of pain as I forced myself to hold back my release. Her mouth was mine to punish, and I would prolong my own torture just to see her pretty eyes water while I fucked her throat without mercy. She started humming the song she just sang on stage, and the vibration tipped me over the edge.
I thrust in once more, my cum spilling down the back of her throat. “Take it all, my good little slut.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as she expertly swallowed down my cum. Sara pulled away slowly, her tongue licking up my still-hard cock as she sat back on her heels. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up from the floor.
I kissed her roughly, tasting my orgasm on her tongue. My cock throbbed again just thinking about her sweet red lips. She nipped at my lip, and I growled.
“Now do I get an orgasm?” She pouted, and I smirked.
“Oh no, angel.” I dipped my fingers between her thighs, and she gasped. “You’re going back on that stage with the taste of my cock in your mouth and your pussy pulsing with need for me. If you behave, I’ll let you come later tonight.”
Sara crossed her arms and attempted to look angry. “I don’t need you to find my release, Andras. I can do that all by myself.”
I grinned like the devil, and she backed up a step.
“No, sweetheart, you won’t. Not unless you want me to let Typhon punish you instead. And I promise you, it will hurt. Now change into your next costume.”
She slammed her hands on her hips. “You’re not leaving?”
I pulled up my pants, secured the belt, and leaned against the wall. “No.”