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They slid into the keyed-up crowd near the stage. A moment later, columns of fire burst into the air with a deafening boom, lighting the dimming sky. The first hint of bass rolled up through her feet, growing to thrum through her body – carnal in a way a stereo couldn’t match.
Lights flashed, red and bloody. Smoke trailed through the crowd, over them, transporting them into the Kink Monsters’ sexual hell. The screaming around them deafened, but couldn’t drown out the music pounding into them from the towering walls of speakers. Mack growled into the microphone, his voice twining with Saya’s whimpered pleas, her little girl voice eerie and out of place, and yet perfectly creepy. She recognized one of the first of their songs she’d learned the words to. The recorded version couldn’t compare to the energy of seeing them live.
Severin, Rodrigo, and Loïc surrounded her like bodyguards, towering over her, keeping her from getting crushed by the seething mass of fans shouting lyrics. The lights briefly went down, and Severin turned her and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him and kissing her deeply, the movements of his tongue making her moan helplessly into his mouth. Rodrigo moved up behind her, and his mouth moved over her neck. Someone unbuttoned her jeans, but in the growing dark and the crush of people no one could see as a large hand slid down the front of her pants.
Music and energy throbbed around them, as one of them worked his finger into her, stretching, stinging, her whimpers lost in the chaos. It withdrew and rubbed a circle around her clit, the roughness and angle making her guess it was Severin. Her earlier arousal had made her desperate, and she let it happen, rocking his hips into his caress and accepting what he gave her, feeling reckless in the surreal atmosphere of the concert.
Severin, the smug bastard, smiled down at her as he worked her body with a mastery he never should have learned so fast. Rodrigo slid his hand up the front of her shirt then pinched a nipple hard through her bra. She mewled but the sound disappeared under the onslaught of drums. Pleasure coursed through her, the pressure bursting into a hard and arduous orgasm just as a fresh round of explosions burst into the sky. Her shaking legs tried to give out, but between Rodrigo grabbing her waist and Severin’s hand between her legs, they held her up.
She clung to Severin’s shoulders, her mind spinning at what she’d just let them do – helpless to resist them even if it meant public humiliation. Or arrest. But there were no police officers nearby, and no security close enough to see. Two strangers watched with amused interest, but their attention shifted back to the stage just as she noticed them.
At least they hadn’t had their phones out.
She trembled between her dominants as aftershocks throbbed through her. A laugh escaped her, wild and exuberant, the sound swallowed by the music.
Women like her didn’t get days like this – didn’t get a life like this – but she’d revel in this elation while their house of cards still stood.
*
Pearl had set all of her pictures to private.
Minnow stared at the screen of her laptop. Her sister’s pretty face had a button next to it asking whether she wanted to add her as a friend. Pearl’s account had been Minnow’s last source of information about the family, and now it mostly appeared blank.
She let the arrow hover over the button and thought about pressing it, but wasn’t sure whether it would hurt more to get a definite refusal rather than pretend there was some hope.
“Do it.” Severin’s voice rumbled from behind her.
She jumped, pressing a hand to her heart, which had already been hammering. “But what if she says no? What if she blocks me?”
“Then you’ll have an answer, and you can move on.”
“Maybe she’ll say yes, right?” she asked, knowing it was unlikely.
“No.” The word would have seemed cruel i
f it hadn’t held an apology. “I won’t feed you pretty lies, Miss Korsgaard. I’ll never understand why they’d choose to write you off for being true to your nature. They raised you to be kind and forgiving, and yet they show neither of those traits with you or your grandfather.” He flicked a finger at the screen. “Do it and get it over with.”
She nodded then hit the button.
“Besides, let’s say they want to bury the hatchet, will they approve of your life now? Which of us will you bring home to meet your family and which one will you keep secret?” He snorted. “Which of us would let them be shitty to you while we were standing right there? It’s hard enough to stay out of it when I haven’t even met them.”
True. Neither of them would allow her family to go back to treating her like an embarrassment. She could just imagine Severin losing his shit and telling her mother where to go five minutes into a visit.
He sat next to her on the bed and the dip of the mattress tipped her over into his lap. He’d put jeans on after their shower, but his chest was still bare. All she’d managed to put on is a pair of panties.
“Now, this I like.” One of his big palms groped her ass and he hummed in approval. “But why are you wearing clothes?”
“Mister Leduc!” she murmured. “I thought you wanted me to braid your hair.”
“No, you wanted me to let you braid my hair,” he teased.
He let her up and she urged him into a chair. She drew his brush out of the top drawer of her dresser and moved in front of him, offering the set of small silver bells on the flat of her hand.
“I love these.” He accepted the bells from her palm and spent far more time tugging on her nipple rings to attach them than was strictly necessary. When she was breathy and quietly moaning, he gestured for her to get on with things, as though she was the one who’d caused the delay.
His hair was loose and damp and slid like cold silk in her hands. She brushed it, careful not to startle him, still amused at the fact that a man whose hair almost reached his waist had been using a comb before she’d come along, if he’d bothered with it at all. He could braid it himself, but she enjoyed doing it for him now that he allowed it. Being allowed to perform such an intimate task for him made her feel special to him. Important.
When his hair was done, she moved to his beard. He’d allowed her to braid it once before but he’d undone it right away.
