16. CHAPTER 11
SAYLOR
I’m standing in front of my closet in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear to this dinner my mother and father are hosting. I don’t know why I can’t just eat in my room and watch TV. Classes are out for the summer, and tomorrow is the ceremony. I’d rather just enjoy the last night in my room.
But then I found out that Axl was coming, and I stopped arguing with my mother about my required presence. Especially when I found out that he invited himself against my mother’s wishes. That means he’s only coming for me.
I run my fingers along a couple outfits, trying to pick one. I mentally chastise myself for wanting to make sure I look hot for him. There’s a knock at my door.
“Package for you, Miss Carter,” one of our housekeepers says from the other side.
“Leave it outside the door.”
I hear her steps go back down the hallway. I crack the door to grab the small white box and then step back inside. My name is written on a tag on top.
Once I pull the lid off, there’s tissue paper and a folded note. I set the box on the dresser and open the note.
Wear it tonight. I’ll punish you if you don’t.
I move the tissue paper and look at what’s underneath. I pick it up and turn it over in my hand.
Instantly, I know what this is. It’s a fucking vibrator. It’s smooth and hot pink. It’s thicker on one end, and the thinner end forms a hook meant to stimulate the clit. Knowing Axl, I’m going to guess it’s the kind that he controls from an app on his phone.
This is what the fucker meant about tonight.
He wants me to put this thing inside my cunt and sit at my family’s dinner table while he makes me a mess for him.
All while my mother plays the part of the hostess, my father networks with his friends, and Justin plays the perfect son.
Axl is going to drive me fucking crazy, and I can only hope they’ll all be too busy ignoring me to notice.
I should throw it in the trash. That’s the obvious move—text him a picture of it in the garbage and tell him to go fuck himself.
I hold the vibrator in my palm. Last night I begged this man to let me come. I let him have this hold over me, and I fucking liked it. After our little video session, I lay in bed for an hour, staring at my ceiling and hating how good it felt to be good for him.
He wants more. He’s always going to want more. Axl won’t stop pushing until he finds the line. Then he’ll step over it, stare at me from the other side, and make me crawl across it to him.
I look at the clock, noting I have forty-five minutes until dinner.
Fuck it.
I want to prove I can take whatever he throws at me. That’s what this is to him. It’s a game. And I don’t fucking lose.
The towel falls to the floor as I spread my legs wide to slide the vibrator inside my pussy.
I’m already fucking wet thinking about tonight, so it goes in easily.
The external piece sits right against my clit.
It’s not doing anything yet. It’s just there, settled against me, waiting for the torture Axl is going to give me tonight.
He probably won’t even let me get off either.
I pull on a black dress that hits mid-thigh and fits tight through my waist. It has a low back, so I skip the bra. The neckline also sits low, and my breasts look amazing in it. My black lace thong holds the external piece of the device tighter against my clit.
My hair and makeup take forever because I’m trying too hard to look perfect. He still can’t fuck me, so I might as well torture him in my own way.
This is my life. My cunt is already clenching around this thing, and I don’t give a shit what happens at dinner. Everyone at the table is going to watch Axl fuck me tomorrow if he catches me in the hunt. So tonight, I’ll drink a bunch of wine and take whatever he plans to do to me.
I grab my phone.
Me: I hope you’re happy, my king.
That last part is sarcastic.
He responds right away.
My King: Incredibly. I know your favorite color is pink, so I bought it with you in mind. See you soon, little heathen.
I toss my phone on the bed and grab a pair of Louboutins. I bend down to put on the first one.
“You look pretty tonight.”
I jump and almost roll my ankle as I lose my balance. I catch myself with my palm to the wall. “Fuck.”
Justin leans against my doorframe with his arms crossed. I didn’t hear the door open, and he’s just there, filling up my doorway in a navy button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and dark slacks. He’s looking every bit like my mother’s favorite child.
“Jesus Christ, Justin. You scared the shit out of me.” I steady myself on my vanity, and my heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. The vibrator shifts inside me when I straighten up, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from whimpering. “You could have fucking knocked.”
“Sorry. The door wasn’t closed all the way.” He pushes off the frame and walks into my room. “Mom sent me up to make sure you’re almost ready. Their guests are going to be here soon. I don’t know why Mom and Dad are even hosting this dinner tonight.”
I don’t know why my mother does half the shit she does, and I’ve stopped caring. “I’m ready. I’m just putting on my heels.”
He walks over to my vanity and picks up a tube of lipstick. Turns it in his fingers, then sets it back down. He does this shit every time he’s in my room. It’s like some nervous habit he has of needing to touch everything. He’s been that way as long as I can remember.
“You’re wearing that to dinner? Are you going out afterward?”
I glare at him and plant my hands on my hips. The jerk is trying to insinuate that I look ready for the fucking club. Or slutty. That’s probably what he wants to say. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Nothing. You just look . . .” He trails off, and his eyes move down my body and back up. “Older, I guess. I don’t want Dad’s friends getting any ideas about you.”
“I’m about to be twenty-two, Justin.” I roll my eyes. He’s not even that much older than me. He and Axl are both twenty-four. “I can’t help what Dad’s friends do, and besides, won’t their wives be with them?”
“I know how old you are.” He sits on the edge of my bed.
I try not to think about what I was doing last night on the video call with Axl almost right where my brother sits.
If Justin knew that, he’d hate Axl even more than he already does.
He might even try to get him in trouble with the Ravens.
I’m not sure of the exact rules with the whole celibacy thing, and I won’t give my brother any reason to cause problems for Axl.
“I just meant you look nice, Sayl. That’s all. Can’t I worry about you?”
“Careful, Justin. I might start thinking you want to hang out with me when I’m living at the Talon mansion. Isn’t there some rule about it not being cool to actually like your little sister?”
His jaw tightens, and then he sighs. “Of course I like you. I love you, Sayl. That’s why I know that bastard Axl needs to stay the fuck away from you.”
The way he says it makes me want to roll my eyes. I’d rather not have any conversation about Axl with my brother while I’ve got a vibrator inside my cunt. And the awkwardness is only going to get worse this evening.
“I’m going to be a Talon’s Dove, Justin.
It’s going to be someone, and I don’t mind it being Axl.
” That’s not a lie, and it’s the first time I’ve said those words out loud.
Kyns had a point. The man is willing to kill to fuck me.
It’s fucked up, but I’ve grown up in this world, and it desensitizes a person to things that would horrify a normal person.
I sit on the stool in front of my vanity and put on my other heel, because I need something to do with my hands that isn’t strangling my brother. The vibrator is even more noticeable when I’m seated. Fuck. “And who I fuck isn’t your choice.”
“I’m not saying it is.” He stands and moves toward the door. “The guy is just saying what you want to hear to get you in his bed.”
“All he has to do is drag me out of the woods, Justin. You act like I have some other choice.”
I didn’t make the rules of our world.
He doesn’t answer. He stops near the door, and I get a strong whiff of his cologne again.
“What cologne are you wearing?” I don’t know why I ask.
He turns in the doorway. “I don’t know. It’s something Mom bought me. Why?”
“Just curious.”
He holds my stare for a second. There’s a question in his expression, but then he grins at me. “I’ll see you downstairs. You know how Mom gets.”
He taps the doorframe twice and he’s gone.
I stand in the middle of my room and breathe.
The cologne is still hanging in the air, throwing me off balance.
I’m already on edge about what is going to happen tonight when Axl decides to activate this bomb in my cunt.
The worst part is that I’m already soaked through my thong and he hasn’t even turned it on yet.
I check my makeup and hair one more time, and then I leave my room to face what fresh, pleasurable hell this evening holds.