by Ashley Jade
Geoffrey’s ears turn pink. “They’re beautiful.”
My temperature creeps up a few notches when I notice the outline of Geoffrey’s dick getting thicker.
“Would you like to see them again?”
“Very much so.”
Damien’s gaze locks with mine. “Lower your nightgown, Eden. Show Geoffrey your beautiful tits.”
Sitting up, I lower the straps of my black lacy nightie. My nipples pucker as their gazes drop to my chest, lust darkening both their expressions.
“They taste incredible,” Damien rasps in his ear as he undoes the button of Geoffrey’s slacks. “Every part of her does.”
My thighs clench, and I swear Geoffrey whimpers as his cock springs free and his pants hit the floor.
He’s not as long or thick as Damien is, but he’s not too shabby either. He’s definitely packing under that uniform he wears.
A strangled gasp erupts as Damien wraps his fist around Geoffrey’s length, giving it one long stroke from base to tip. “Just so we’re clear.” His gaze lingers on me. “My cock is the only one allowed inside her cunt. It’s mine. Cross me and—”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Geoffrey utters. The reverence he has for Damien is practically bursting from his chest. “I understand the boundaries.”
My heart swells. Not only for how respectful Geoffrey is but from hearing Damien’s limit.
I feel the same way he does. I’m down to have fun and explore, but there are certain things I’d like to reserve for just the two of us.
Damien nips his earlobe. “Perhaps I should reward your obedience and let you taste Eden’s pussy.”
Geoffrey’s hands clench at his sides as his chest rises and falls. “Please, sir.”
Damien tilts Geoffrey’s chin toward him. “Have a taste.”
My pulse explodes when Damien opens his mouth and Geoffrey licks his tongue.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.
“Oh, sweet mercy that’s good,” Geoffrey breathes, going back for more.
“Goddamn right it is,” Damien grinds out, catching Geoffrey’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You want more of my Eden?”
“Please,” Geoffrey whispers.
“Then beg me,” Damien growls, undoing his belt. “With your mouth.”
My breath catches when Geoffrey drops to his knees. “As you wish.”
I lean back and watch them, my insides tingling. A rush of heat flits through me when Damien yanks down the waistband of his boxers and his thick cock slaps against his stomach, hard and demanding. Geoffrey wastes no time shoving as much as he can into his mouth.
Damien’s hooded eyes find mine as his hand wraps around Geoffrey’s neck, forcing him to swallow until the tip of his nose brushes against the short, dark hairs at the base.
Jesus Christ. It’s so hot.
I run my fingers down the length of my body as Geoffrey’s cheeks hollow out and his head begins bobbing up and down, sucking Damien’s dick with such vigor, I’m liable to come soon.
Groaning, Damien rasps, “Pull down those panties. Show me how much you enjoy this.”
I do one better. I peel both my nightgown and panties off, then part my thighs a fraction, giving him a little peek.
“Christ,” Damien grunts, his gaze smoldering. “Look at Eden teasing me with her pretty pussy.”
Geoffrey angles his head slightly and his eyes widen.
“Suck me harder,” Damien demands.
His servant takes him deeper, giving it everything he’s got.
My breathing escalates as Damien threads a hand through Geoffrey’s hair, pulling the short, blond strands taut through his fingers. “Good boy.”
Slurping and gagging sounds fill the space between us as Geoffrey’s movements accelerate. Damien’s muscles draw tight, his mouth parting with a groan as Geoffrey tugs on his balls before tonguing those, too.
“That’s enough. I need to save some for Eden.”
I slide a finger down my center. Yes, save some for me.
Geoffrey releases him with a wet pop and looks my way, his breath catching. “She’s so beautiful.”
Well, shit. Damien better up his game because Geoffrey is sweeter than candy.
Damien holds my gaze. “I know.” A slow smile unfurls as he closes his fist around his dick and gives himself a slow stroke. “She’s even more beautiful when she comes all over my cock.”
“May I have my taste now, sir?” Geoffrey asks, looking up at him for approval.
He nods, despite the flicker of jealousy I see in his expression.
My blood quickens as Geoffrey crawls over and kneels down in front of me, peppering kisses up and down my slit, like the perfect gentleman he is. I run my fingers over his scalp, encouraging him as Damien watches us, his eyes burning like hot coals.
“Show me her gorgeous cunt.”
I moan when Geoffrey spreads me with his thumbs and dips his tongue inside my pussy. He’s so delicate and tender, a stark contrast to the savage way Damien devours me.
“More,” I urge as Damien stalks toward us. “I need more.”
His tall form towers over me as he leans down for a kiss, then grips Geoffrey’s nape, shoving his mouth into my wetness.
My toes curl as Geoffrey cranks it up several notches and I mewl against Damien’s lips before I kiss down his neck, licking the flames of his skull tattoo.
His throat bobs against my tongue. “Eden.”
I love the way he says my name. Like it’s a prayer and an answer all at once.
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me, then before I can catch my next breath, he shoves Geoffrey aside and pushes inside me, filling me to the hilt before slamming me back down on the couch, pinning my legs to my chest.
Geoffrey, saint that he is, shifts his position and goes to town pleasuring us both, licking and suckling with every thrust. A groan lodges in my vocal cords as I wrap my arm around Damien’s neck, holding on for dear life.
“Don’t stop,” I croak as Damien drives into me faster, hitting all the right spots.
Geoffrey, the trooper, stays with us, his mouth doing delicious things as Damien fucks me so good my entire body vibrates.
“I’m so close,” I tell them as pressure builds higher and higher between my legs, turning them to jello. Geoffrey reaches between us and rubs my clit as Damien hammers my pussy, giving it to me just how I like it. The sensation that rips through me is nearly blinding as they wrench my orgasm from me.
“That’s it. Milk this cock, Eden. Keep squeezing your tight little pussy,” Damien roars, his dick swelling inside me as he pumps frantically. “Now take my cum like a good girl.”
I drag my nails up his back, clenching around him as he utters a long, deep groan and his hot cum fills me.
Sated, I fall back against the couch, my eyes fluttering closed.
Liquid spills out of me, trickling down my skin, as a warm hand latches onto my knee, spreading me wider.
“Clean her,” Damien instructs, taking a step back.
I mewl and writhe as Geoffrey’s face disappears between my legs and he gently laps up Damien’s climax and mine.
“That feels amazing,” I tell him as he continues massaging me with his tongue, murmuring compliments every so often.
The guy is too selfless for words.
Damien holds his still semi-hard dick out to Geoffrey when he’s finished with me, and Geoffrey goes to work cleaning him next, eagerly laving Damien’s glistening shaft before slurping up the leftover cum on his balls.
My eyes cut to Damien. “He’s been such a good boy.”
“A very good boy.” He flashes me a quick, evil grin. “We should reward him.”
“Your turn,” I tell Geoffrey as I slide off the couch and sink to my haunches.
Damien joins me on the floor a moment later and ties Geoffrey’s hands with a stretchy band.
When I give him a look, he says, “Don’t worry, he likes it. Don’t you, Geoffre
“It’s wonderful,” Geoffrey replies, his dick twitching as pre-cum leaks onto his stomach.
Lowering my head, I scoop it up with my tongue.
Geoffrey hisses. “Oh, mercy.”
Feeling naughty, I close my mouth over his tip, sucking it in short, hard pulls.
He trembles. “That’s spectacular.”
Opening wider, I run my tongue along his length, sweeping over the pulsing veins and ridges. I jolt in surprise when Damien leans in and his tongue brushes mine.
Geoffrey loses his shit as we proceed to work him in tandem. “Fuck me. That’s incredible.”
Damien gives me a wink before he sucks him down in one languid pull, causing Geoffrey to cry out his name and then mine as I tease his testicles.
Damien’s eyes gleam. “Want to cum on Eden’s tits?”
Geoffrey’s entire body convulses, his lips parting with a husky groan. “Please.”
I quickly get into position as Damien begins to jerk him hard and fast.
“Shit,” Geoffrey shouts as his cum jets out in quick, short spurts all over my breasts.
Damien holds the bit that got on his hand out to me. I suck his fingers as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth biting at my skin before he licks Geoffrey’s release off my nipples then works his way back up to my mouth.
“Did you have fun?”
“So much fun.”
“Good,” he murmurs, his tongue slashing mine. “Now bend over and spread your pussy so I can finish what I started earlier.”
Chapter 37
Eden
I draw air into my lungs as quickly as I can while Geoffrey helps me with my dress.
My anxiety is creeping in, but I don’t want to bother Damien.
Or rather, I don’t want him to think I can’t follow through with my part of the plan.
I can and I will.
I just need a moment to collect myself and put my game face on.
“I know you’re nervous, but you look magnificent,” he says, zipping up my dress. Although dress is a bit of an understatement.
It’s a gold, full-length, off-the-shoulder gown made of satin. One I picked out on my own when I went shopping this morning.
Geoffrey hands me a box with a gold bow on it and smiles. “You’ll be the belle of the ball.”
I don’t think so, considering I’ll be seducing my stepfather into confessing to murders he committed and is blackmailing Damien with.
I look down at my opal ring. Damien told me opal was good luck, and I’m counting on it. I need all the luck I can get tonight.
My gaze shifts to the elegant box. It’s almost too pretty to open. “Do you know what’s inside?”
Geoffrey shrugs. “Damien said to give it to you.”
He leaves the room shortly after and I untie the ribbon before removing the top.
A shiver runs down my spine when I read the note on top of the tissue paper.
There’s a reason for all the bad things we go through.
Something that makes us realize the pain was worth it in the end.
I found mine.
I hope like hell you find yours one day, Eden.
I already have.
Lifting a finger, I wipe a tear out of the corner of my eye then take out the tissue paper.
Inside the box is a beautiful gold mask.
Geoffrey peeks his head back inside my door as I finish putting it on. “Damien’s waiting for you.”
My heart beats out of my chest as I walk down the hallway and see him standing at the top of the other spiral staircase.
He looks striking in his tux, despite the black mask covering his gorgeous face.
I give him a smile, but he doesn’t return it.
Instead, he stares at me for what feels like an eternity before he speaks. “You’re breathtaking.”
“So are you.” I lift up the bottom of my dress with one hand and hold the railing with the other so I don’t fall. “Meet you at the bottom?”
Our eyes lock as we walk down our opposing staircases. An eerie feeling catches me by the throat when I think about the last ball…and how much my life has changed in the short time since.
Damien holds out his arm for me when we reach the bottom. “Ready?”
“Yea—” A camera flashes, taking me by surprise.
“Wow, such a great shot. Can we use this for the local paper?” some woman asks.
“Sure.” I link my arm through Damien’s. “Let’s do this.”
Chapter 38
Eden
Cain: I need to see you.
I dip out from the pillar I’m hiding behind. Cain’s standing next to Margaret on the outskirts of the dance floor, looking agitated as his fingers frantically move across his phone screen.
Eden: I’m wearing a gold dress.
Cain: I don’t give a fuck what color your dress is. You have to destroy those computer files.
Rolling my eyes. I type my response.
Eden: I have no idea how to do that. I’ll meet you in a little while when Damien’s preoccupied and take you to his office so you can do it yourself. I don’t want to accidentally screw anything up. It’s too risky.
Cain: Fine.
After tucking my phone away, I join the party.
Damien—who’s ditched his mask—is talking to whom I presume must be Anderson due to the beads of sweat dotting the man’s forehead as I walk over to them.
“Having fun?”
Damien’s lips turn down in a frown. “Not particularly. You?”
“No. My phone keeps going off every few seconds.”
He smirks.
Anderson clears his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but like I was saying, Damien. You can’t—”
Damien ignores him. “Dance with me.”
It’s not a question.
My mouth goes dry. Not only do I not dance, nor have I ever slow danced with someone. There are no other couples on the dance floor currently, which means we’ll be drawing attention to ourselves.
I might have a mask on, but I’m almost positive half the people in the room have already figured out who I am.
Not waiting for a response, Damien seizes my hand and starts walking.
“Take off your mask,” he says when we reach the dance floor.
Now he’s pushing it.
“Then everyone will know who I am,” I grit through my teeth, hoping he can take the hint.
“Good.” His hands find my waist. “You don’t belong under a mask, Eden.”
Feeling a little braver, I oblige him.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” I whisper as the lights dim and the song changes.
He presses his body against mine. “Let them.”
I fold my arms around his neck as we begin swaying to the music. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
Reminding me I’m no longer that girl.
“Being you.” I inhale his scent. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
It’s not a lie. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay him for everything he’s done for me.
Everything he’s taught me.
His body tenses and he holds me a little closer. “Did I mention how beautiful you look yet?”
I can’t help but smile. “When you saw me on the staircase, remember?”
“I do.” He turns us around. “And I’m an idiot for not telling you at least a hundred more times between then and now.”
My heart flutters. Who knew Damien King could be such a smooth talker?
My cheeks heat. “You—”
“I wasn’t finished,” he murmurs, his lips tickling my ear. “Beauty is only the outside layer of a person, but you’re more than that. And if someone tries to make you feel inferior, it’s only because you intimidate them. Because they see the same thing I do when they look at you.” His blue eyes blaze. “You shine so bright you put the entire galaxy to shame, Eden.” All the air gets sucked out of the room when he stops dancing and cups my face. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
The organ in my chest thumps. “Wow, I think I just swooned a little.”
“I mean it.” His voice takes on a serious tone. “I want you to keep holding your head high wherever you go. And if someone gives you hell, you make them eat shit. Got it?”
I look for signs of humor in his expression, but there aren’t any.
A sinking sensation fills my gut. “Damien, what’s wr—”
“Nothing.” He pulls me close again. “I just wanted you to know how special you are.”
No. It’s more than that. He’s been acting off all day. At first, I thought maybe it was the events that took place last night, but this feels more significant.
He’s talking like he’s never going to see me again...
“Look at me.” When he does, I say, “We’ve got this. The plan is going to work.”
“Yeah.” He flashes me some dimple. “It will.”
The song ends and he pulls out his phone. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to make a call.”
He stalks off before I can say another word.
“It should be a crime to leave a pretty girl by herself on the dance floor.”
My stomach rolls at the sound of Governor Bexley’s voice.
“It’s fine. I needed to powder my nose anyway.”
I start to walk off, but he catches my elbow. “Humor an old man and give him a dance?”
I’m about to decline because I don’t want to be anywhere near him, but then he says, “It will be worth your while.”
I’m fairly certain nothing he says will be worth anything, but I relent anyway. Mostly because other couples are filling up the dance floor now, and it would be rude of me to dis him publicly.
Plus, there’s the bonus of pissing Margaret off. Something I know I’m achieving when I spot her glaring at us as I take his hand.
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