Page 17 of Heartless Lord
CHAPTER 5
A SUMMONS FROM THE DEVIL
Killian
My molars ground as I stomped down one of the never-ending hallways in the Sigma Delta house, pewter sconces nailed to the walls spilling dim light across the dark wainscoting and hardwoods.
What the hell did Sebastian want now? He texted me to report to his office ASAP.
I’d barely finished my first day, and he was already on my ass about something. It probably had to do with tonight’s party, one of his favorites. I really wanted to tell Bass to go fuck himself and deal with whatever shenanigans he had planned on his own, but he was my stepbrotherandpresident of our organization.
He was also a Davenport, and you didn’t say no to a Davenport. Ever. Even when you were technically family.
When I turned the corner, Gage Van Horn strolled from the opposite direction, sporting his usual bored expression. The guy was well over six feet tall with a build almost as broad and thick as Axel’s, but he moved like a fucking ghost. He could blend inwith the shadows, and you’d never know he was there unless he wanted you to.
“Where are you headed?” I asked as we turned down the hallway on my left.
Gage rolled his shoulders, the black t-shirt—he always wore black—straining against his shoulders and revealing a little more of his tattooed arms. Ink covered him nearly from head to toe. “Satan summoned me.”
“Don’t you think calling Sebastian ‘Satan’ is a little harsh?”
He scoffed. “Actually, I think it’s an insult to the man downstairs.”
I gave a dry chuckle. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right, Kill.”
What little words managed to grace Gage’s mouth weren’t wrapped in pleasantries or bullshit. He spoke the truth, as harsh as it might be sometimes. People found him abrasive, but I enjoyed his frankness. I envied it, actually. I didn’t have that luxury.
Sebastian didn’t answer his office door, of course, so instead of texting him like I’d planned, Gage twisted the iron knob and busted in.
I really wished he hadn’t.
Moans and grunts echoed throughout the large wood and leather room as my stepbrother railed some chick bent over his mahogany desk, his bare ass blinding me. The girl shrieked when she noticed us.
“Bass, stop! Someone’s in here.”
My stepbrother glanced over his shoulder without breaking his rhythm even as the girl struggled, his pale blonde locks unusually mussed and falling into his flushed face. “Don’t worry about them. They can watch.” A cruel edge sliced his laughter.
“What? No!” She tried to break away from Bass, but he shoved her chest back against the desk and continued to plow into her.
“I’m almost done, baby. You were loving my dick a minute ago, moaning like a porn star.” He reached between her legs to toy with her clit. “Pretend they aren’t here.”
This son of a bitchwantedus to catch him getting his dick wet, and it wasn’t the same girl he’d dropped on the couch this morning.
Gage sneered and turned away, the lights from the chandelier above glinting on the hoop piercing his bottom lip. “I really didn’t need to see his bare ass again.”
“I’ve seen enough of it to last a lifetime.”
The girl’s protests fell off as her heavy pants grew louder while the smacking of their bodies joined the chorus. If we tried to leave, Bass would only prolong our wait. The bastard got off on being watched. And watching.
Finally, after a few more uncomfortable minutes, Bass roared, emptied his cum—hopefully in a condom—and pulled out. Then he slapped her ass.
“Good little slut. You earned your prize.”
She fumbled with her dress to cover her tits and ass, not bothering with the discarded black thong on the floor. “Well?” Her green eyes burned into my stepbrother as a deep flush colored her cheeks.
Bass tore the condom off—at least he wore one—and dropped it into the trash before jerking his jeans up. He strolled to the other side of his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out two glossy VIP invites to the masquerade party.
