Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) by Caitlyn Dare (red seas under red skies TXT) 📕

Ashton and Tim manhandle Alex and Bexley into the chair, securing their hands behind their backs with restraints.

“Come sit with me, babe.” Cade leads me to the loveseat and pulls me down beside him. His arm slips around my waist, anchoring me into his side. We have a perfect view of Bexley, and Alex to his other side. He doesn’t look at me, just stares straight ahead, ready to take whatever punishment Cade doles out.

“It might seem like being Electi affords us the opportunity to indulge. But really strength comes from knowing your limits. From being able to abstain.”

Cade gives Ashton a subtle nod, and he moves over to the far wall and opens a hidden door. A stream of girls file in. They’re the servers from before, except now they’re naked from the waist up, their perfect breasts on display.

“Ladies. Please, make our new friends feel welcome.” Cade motions to Bexley and Alex.

Bile rushes up my throat and I go to clutch my neck, but my arm feels heavy. In fact, my entire body feels strange.

“Cade, what did you do?”

“Relax.” He whispers against my ear, stroking his hand along the curve of my knee. It feels good.

It’s not supposed to feel good.

I don’t want to watch as the girls begin to dance for Bexley and Alex, but I can’t tear my eyes away from them.

Alex grins as one girl grabs his face and presses it right into her breasts. He audibly groans, shifting on the chair, no doubt trying to get his hands free to touch her.

Bexley pays the two girls making out for his pleasure little attention. One breaks away, straddling his lap, running her hands up his chest, and unbuttoning his shirt.

In the corner of the room, Ashton grabs one of the girls around the throat and pushes her up against the wall, kissing her hard.

Heat floods me.

“It’s hot in here,” I murmur, pulling at my collar, suddenly remembering Bexley’s bite marks.

“Just relax.” Cade’s hand slides higher under my dress, finding the soft flesh of my thighs. “Enjoy the show.”

The girls have rid Bexley and Alex of their shirts completely now, trailing their lipstick-covered mouths up and down their bare chests.

“Fuck yeah,” Alex grunts, and Cade explodes with laughter.

“So fucking eager, Rexford. When was the last time you got some good pussy, huh?”

Tim watches on. He’s relaxed back on the couch, his shirt open and a glass of whisky in his hands. His eyes are black with desire as he watches the show.

Moans fill the room. Ashton’s hands are under the girl’s skirt. Brandon saunters over to them and grabs her face. “Is she wet for it?”

“So fucking wet,” he says.

Channing is over by the window, nursing a drink, staying on the fringe of the party. Not that this is any kind of party I ever wanted to find myself at.

Yet I can’t help but relax into Cade’s side as he continues stroking my skin. I know I should be repulsed by the moans, the number of half-naked girls in the room… but my thoughts are cloudy. As if I can’t quite reach the edge of my rationality.

“Fuck, man, let me touch her. Just let me touch her,” Alex begs as the girl grinds up on him, running her hands through his hair and peppering kisses all over his face.

“What was that, Rexford? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

The girl with Ashton and Brandon is moaning louder, her cries of pleasure sending shivers down my spine. She’s caged between them, her back to Ashton’s chest and her breasts smushed up against Brandon. I have no idea what they’re doing to her, but it sounds like she’s in the sweetest kind of agony as they make her come.

A gasp slips from my lips the second she succumbs, and Cade leans in again, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Does that get you wet, baby? Knowing that they both have their fingers deep inside her?”

“Oh God.” I fight the disgust rolling through me. Disgust tinged with pleasure.

Why does it feel good?

It’s not supposed to feel good.

But everything is hazy, my limbs heavy and detached.

There’s an orgy going on around us, and still, Bexley doesn’t flinch. His eyes remain fixed on some invisible spot ahead of him as the girl tries to seduce him.

“Easton, I don’t know whether to be disappointed or impressed. Or maybe there’s another girl in the room you’d prefer.”

My breath hitches. Surely he doesn’t mean—

“Molly, switch places with Freya. Let’s see if he prefers brunettes to blondes.”

The girls switch, Molly approaching Channing over by the window. He waves her off and she shrugs, going to join Ashton, Brandon and the girl currently getting on her knees for them.

“What do you say, Rexford? Should I let Calia blow you?”

“Just let me loose, please…” His voice sounds distorted and I notice how blown his eyes are.

“Channing, cut our friend free and let him enjoy his prize.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Channing produces a switchblade from his pocket and slices through Alex’s restraints. He scoops the girl up and they stumble over to the sectional, falling down in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“What did you give him?” I ask Cade.

“Consider it a present.” He winks, curving his hand around my neck and leaning in to kiss me.

“Cade… don’t—"

“No?” His brow arches. “Doesn’t this feel good?” His lips trail down my jaw and along the slope of my neck. “And this…”

Bexley catches my eye, and I’m caught in his murderous gaze. I realize whatever they’ve taken hasn’t affected him the way it has Alex.

“Cade.” I run my hands up his chest, pushing gently. “Not in front of your friends,” I say.

“So shy, baby. We’re going to have to work on that. But first… Molly, enough.” She stops and backs away from Bexley. “It would appear that our new friend has more willpower than I gave him credit for. And since this was a test of abstinence, which Rexford clearly failed…” He motions to Alex who is already fucking the girl on the couch.