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My throat closed up as he tied the fabric at the back of my head. I hated the dark, hated not being able to see.
It’s just a scarf.
You’re safe.
You’re okay.
But was that true?
“No one knows the location of The Mansion.” Luca slid his hand up my throat, tapping his fingers right over my windpipe. “Only us and our drivers.”
“You can tell me.”
“No.” Luca secured the scarf behind my head. “Not until you become a Salvatore.”
* * *
An hour later, our limo slowed to a stop. I couldn’t see a damn thing with Luca’s scarf over my eyes, but I assumed we arrived at The Mansion.
“Can I take this thing off yet?”
Bastian leaned over and tugged on the fabric, dropping it onto the leather bench. He swiped the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip with a smile. “You did good, Cherry. You’re overcoming your fear of the dark.”
“Not quite.” I bit the inside of my cheek and attempted a glance out the tinted windows. “I don’t think I’ll ever like the dark.”
“You better get used to it, baby girl.” Luca tapped my ass, encouraging me to sit up when the driver opened the door for us. “Because we live in the darkness.”
I climbed out of the limo with Luca’s big hand on my ass. He hadn’t stopped touching me all night. It was weird to have so much of his attention. For years, I’d practically begged for a second of his time. And now, he was giving me exactly what I wanted, which meant he wanted something.
My men put on their carnival masks, so I took that as my cue to follow their lead. All of our masks were black-and-gold, except mine had a black feather sticking up over my left eyebrow.
Luca slid his arm behind my back, warming me up as he led the way to the front door. The coastal mansion reminded me of the Salvatore Estate, only more isolated. I couldn’t see lights for miles, the sky an inky black.
My dress swept across the ground as we walked closer to the ocean. I felt like a Roman goddess in this dress, elegant and ethereal. In every way, I finally felt like a queen.
Theirqueen.
We stopped in front of a set of tall wooden doors, which had tons of intricate markings on them. Symbols that reminded me of what I saw at The Devil’s Knights temple. Two men opened the doors, greeting us with the slight tip of the head.
“No names,” Bastian whispered into my ear. “That’s another rule.”
Rubbing my lips together, I nodded as we strolled into the foyer.
Two cascading staircases led to the second floor, where a man in a suit bent a naked blonde woman over the railing. People passed by them as if they’d seen it all before, not even the slightest bit distracted by her screams.
On the main floor, dozens of naked women walked around with various colors of masks on their faces. Some had huge tits and tons of curves. Others were thin and toned. Girls of every shape, color, and size let men lead them to different rooms.
I stood under the monstrous chandelier that had strings of pearls and panties dangling from it. The ceilings were high, the walls decorated with interesting art. Naked people fucking. Women sucking big cocks. Not exactly the art you would find at the Salvatore Estate.
Luca stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders. “What do you want to see first?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, still taking it all in. “What is there to see?”
“Live sex shows,” Luca said.
“Spanking, whipping, bondage.” Bastian waggled his eyebrows at the last one. “I’d love to tie your pretty ass up again.”
“Not tonight. Break me in first.”
