9. Master Chamber
Cassius
It seemed appropriate to wear a tux. This was a formal occasion, after all—deflowering my virgin. I smoothed my custom suit and then added the Blackwood cufflinks, which were family heirlooms. They were platinum with rectangular onyx centerpieces surrounded by diamonds. They glittered in the early evening light as the sky darkened over the mansion.
I left my private home and strode across the grounds, nodding to various club members. Some patrons had come out to enjoy the remnants of the gorgeous day, nursing cocktails and smoking cigars. Several of them stopped me to congratulate me and themselves on the club.
“This has been the best twenty-four hours of my life,” drawled Owen Carville, a billionaire from South Carolina. “I’ve never been around so many beautiful women without an agenda—at least, without an agenda I objected to.”
“Enjoy,” I counseled him. “I’m off to a meeting.”
He eyed me up and down, eyes sparkling. “Have fun.”
“I intend to.” But fun wasn’t exactly my intention. It was more that I was on a mission. The fact was, my cock had been rock-hard ever since Faith and I had parted ways an hour earlier. I’d refused to acknowledge it; the virgin would be the one who dealt with my arousal, for it was due to her.
When I’d taken her for the last time in the grotto, I felt like I’d exploded. I’d never come so hard in my life. I spent myself all over her, her cries of ecstasy making my orgasm that much more intense. But as soon as we’d said goodbye, and I’d watched her firm ass swaying away in that damn bikini, I’d gotten another raging hard-on.
I was going to take it out on her. I was going to fuck her senseless, and then I was going to burn her bikini so that no other man could ever look at her in it.
I cursed as I headed inside the mansion, taking the elevator to the club. I couldn’t burn Faith’s bikini, and I knew it. Tonight was our third and final encounter. Every man in the club could check out her ass and more once I was through with her.
I hated the rule. But I’d written it for this very reason.
Club 444 was for fantasies, not the vagaries of relationships.
My brother Sterling intercepted me in the hall. “Cass, we need to talk.”
“I’m on my way to a meeting,” I said through gritted teeth. If I didn’t get to Faith soon, I was going to get blue balls, for fuck’s sake.
“It’s about your meeting. I just need a minute.” Sterling brought me into a side room and closed the door. “One of the members complained this afternoon. He said you made an ass out of him at the pool. He was trying to talk to one of the girls, and you intercepted her.”
“Rhodes was there,” I said, avoiding a direct answer. “What did he say?”
“He said he had a redhead’s tits in his face when you stalked out of the pool area, dragging one of the virgins with you. And he said all the members were talking about how you pulled rank and took the girl out from under the other member.” Sterling sighed. “What’s going on? It’s not like you to lose control like that.”
I crossed my arms against my chest. “She’s my virgin.”
Sterling scrutinized me. “The same one from last night? I thought you didn’t like her.”
I shrugged. “I thought I didn’t, either. But when I saw that douche run his hands up her chest, I changed my mind.”
My brother’s shoulders sank. “Listen, I get it. But we can’t act like that with the other members. They have to trust us. They have to trust that it’s safe for them to be here and meet the girls. Otherwise, this is just like any other club, and we’re going to have guys kicking the shit out of each other.”
“I understand.” I straightened my jacket. “I’m on the way to meet the girl right now. It’s our third encounter—our last,” I assured him. “I won’t make that mistake again. You have my word.”
“I’m not worried about it. You never disappoint me, Cass.” Sterling smiled. “Have fun with your virgin.”
“I intend to,” I said again. But again, fun wasn’t the real intention.
I practically ran to the Master Chamber. It was a unique, decadent suite we’d prepared for couples who wanted privacy and an infinite number of sex toys. I wasn’t sure which, if any, I would introduce to Faith tonight. I couldn’t think that far ahead. All I could think about was being inside her, plundering her virginity, and making her come so hard she screamed my name. My virgin would never forget me, how I marked her. I would ruin her for any other man.
When I got to the suite, the door was closed. I knocked. “Come in,” Faith called. Semi-darkness ensconced the room, and the enormous bed with its midnight bedding commanded the center of the room.
Faith stood at the edge of the bed. I wasn’t prepared for how lovely she looked. Her hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders. Her makeup was minimal and perfect, and her complexion glowed with a sun’s kiss of bronze. As instructed, she’d worn a white gown. It was long, flowing, and made her look like a virgin goddess. A deep side slit revealed her perfect, creamy legs. Her nipples peeked behind the satin fabric. Faith had obediently worn no bra.
“Lift your skirt,” I ordered. “I want to make sure you followed instructions.”
Faith’s cheeks reddened as she gathered the edges of her flowing gown and raised it to her waist. She was gloriously naked underneath, her well-groomed sex luscious and bare, mine for the taking.
“Excellent. You may sit. Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a quavering voice.
Ah.My virgin was nervous. She should be. I was about to slay her with my throbbing cock; she would never be the same again.
I poured each of us two flutes of non-alcoholic champagne. I handed Faith hers and raised my glass. “To tonight,” I toasted.
“To tonight.” Faith’s voice was jittery, but her eyes were clear as she met my gaze, tipping her glass toward mine.
On an animal level, I sensed her excitement. I didn’t have to touch her to know that she was already wet. Just like I was already hard.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. Gina had the kitchen send us a light meal of salmon and steamed vegetables.
“No, Sir,” Faith said. There was a glimmer in her eyes of barely contained excitement. “I should be, but I’m not.”
“Ah, I see. I feel the same.” We each took another sip of champagne. The room was getting hotter already. My cock stiffened beneath my trousers, trying to burst through and launch at the girl.
Down boy,I thought. But it wouldn’t be long. I couldn’t wait.
Faith lifted her chin. “May I come to your side, Sir?”
I stood stock still. “You may.”
She stood and approached slowly; her gown billowed out around her. I caught her scent: something earthy, natural, mixed with sandalwood. My dick twitched.
She reached me and smiled. “I don’t know if it’s okay to say this or not,” she ventured. “But… I missed you, Sir.”
Fuck. This girl.
“What did you miss?”
She looked up at me shyly. Her cheeks were turning pink. “Being with you,” she whispered.
“Come here,” I commanded, despite myself. Faith came to my side, and Iwrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. The satin fabric of her gown whispered against me. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the delicious scent of her hair. She nestled against me, and again, I had the sensation of something unfurling inside my chest. She looked up at me with her wide, innocent eyes. Her lips were parted slightly, begging to be kissed.
Fuck. This girl.
I held her tighter and lowered my mouth to hers. Faith’s lips were sweet, tempting. I took it slow at first, but the room was getting hotter. I was starting to burn. I pulled my virgin closer, letting her feel the brutal wrath of my cock. She eagerly rubbed herself against me as I deepened the kiss, my tongue lashing hers. Faith moaned, pressing her perfect breasts against my chest, positioning her sex directly in line with mine. Fuck, she was making me throb with need.
I sank my hands into her hair. My tongue darted in her mouth as I flexed my hips, my rock-hard cock grinding against her. The Master Suite was getting so hot I knew I needed to strip out of my clothes soon. I needed to take Faith out of that dress and feel her burning skin against mine.
Hell was knowing it would be our first and last time.
But since I was going to hell, I might as well enjoy myself.