FaCade (Deception #1) (17 page)

“I love it when you’re just up me.”

My eyes widened and I grabbed hold of the table to steady myself. “Star?”

I gawped at him. “Garth. You nearly hit me with a football!”

He chuckled with amazement and nodded. “I did. Only nearly though.”

I reached out and placed my palm on his chest as tears filled my eyes. “I remember you.”

“What the fuck!” Dante hissed as he snatched my hand away from Garth. I was so excited I didn’t struggle with him.

“Dante!” I laughed. “I remember Garth. He threw a football at me at school.” Dante stared at me, his eyes wide. “You were there too,” I continued. “You scooped me up in your arms and kissed me.” His stare grew into a huge smile, one that melted my insides.

“You remember?”

I nodded. “Just that piece but… but that means that I may be getting my memory back.”

“That’s brilliant, Star!” Malik gushed from the side of me. I nodded to him, his wide smile firing up another of my own.

“Will you sort out your fucking whore!” Dante suddenly shouted at Hunter, making us all jump.

She was staring at me again but this time her eyes were wide instead of narrow, her features still holding shock but it was as though my flashback had surprised her.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked her, growing angry at her rudeness.

Her eyes widened further before they shifted to Hunter. He marched across the room, seizing her in a tight grip. She lowered her face to the floor immediately, almost submissively.

“Okay,” Malik interjected quickly. “I dunno about you but I’m thirsty.” He smiled at us all then selected a bottle of whisky from the cupboard on the side and gathered up some glasses.

Passing the full glasses around, I frowned when the girls stood to one side of the room. They weren’t spoken to, nor were they offered drinks. “You forgot your guests,” I whispered to Malik, surprised by his bad manners.

He gave me a confused expression then lifted a brow. “Oh, they’re not guests, Star.”

“Dinner!” Dante exclaimed, leading me into another room off the one we were in.

A large table was catered for six diners. It was only then I noticed the other guest, a small man with slicked back hair. He gave me the creeps, the way his inquisitive gaze found mine. He tipped his head, his eyes narrow. A trickle slipped up my spine at the blatant coldness in his expression.

“Garth’s boyfriend,” Dante whispered in my ear when he caught my tension.

“Ohh.”

Dante pulled out a chair for me, pushing it under me gradually as I sat. I studied each man as they sat. It didn’t go unnoticed that I was the only female actually eating. Leaning into Dante when the men talked among themselves, he inclined towards me. “Are they prostitutes?”

His chest heaved as he tried to contain his humor. His mouth opened then closed again. Turning to me, he slipped his hand over my thigh, the silk of my dress bunching under his palm. “The girls are… I’m not quite sure how to put this.” I frowned up at him, amazed at his loss of speech for the first time since getting to know him – again. “Playthings. Toys. Items of pleasure.”

“Prostitutes,” I restated.

“I suppose.” He smiled down at me and ran his finger over my cheekbone, my heart purring under his tenderness. “The guys like to come over and… play.”

“What?” I spluttered, the small mouthful of glazed prawn I’d just devoured spat back onto the table with an undignified slap. “Jesus holy Christ, Dante. I can’t...”

“No! No, no,” he placated. “We don’t play.”

My lungs decided they needed that bit of air they had just gushed out and I started to choke on the rapid intake of oxygen. The men halted their conversation and looked at me. “Went down the wrong way,” Dante excused for me as he tapped my back.

They smiled then carried on with their conversation, apart from Malik who I caught sneakily watching us.

“Well why do they come here to…play?” I had an awful feeling I wouldn’t like where this was going.

“Because you have a fetish, voyeurism. Actually, you prefer to be the one being watched. But I was building up to that until you forced my hand in the game you insisted on us playing. Before that we just watched them play.” His statement was so casual I just nodded. Then realization hit me and I gawped at him.

“We… what? We... we watch?”

He shrugged, biting into his own food. My heart plummeted. “It’s what you like, Star.”

“What? No. No, I can honestly tell you it’s
not
what I like.”

He sighed as though I was boring him. “Will you calm down? You’re starting to embarrass me.”

I scoffed, amazement and disbelief making me stare. “I’m so sorry. To be quite honest, I
am
embarrassed! How can we do this? I don’t want to do this!” My chair screeched as I shot upright and glared at him. “You know what, I can’t do this.” I was fuming. How dare he put me in this situation? Embarrassment was an understatement.

I felt every single pair of eyes on me as I turned away. They wanted to play; well they could play without me, that was for certain.

MY TEETH VIBRATED WITH THE fury that swelled inside. How dare she humiliate me like that! All eyes in the room were now on me, Hunter’s smirk and Malik’s tipped eyebrow proof that they were laughing at me inside. “Engagement not running as smoothly as you’d have liked, Troy?” Hunter snorted.

Throwing my napkin on the table, I turned my lips upwards into a cruel sneer. “Her feistiness is what makes me hard, Hunter. Excuse me while I tend to the
problem
.”

They all stared at me. Yeah, fuck them all.

The door bashed against the wall when I punched it open. My footing stuttered to a stop when I witnessed Hunter’s slut with her hand on Star’s arm, holding her in position while she spoke feverishly to her.

“Please. Even on a napkin, hell, my boob, thigh anywhere will do...”

Star stared at her in bewilderment. “I…”

“You have no idea how fucking shocked I was to see you. I mean… you, of all people I never expected to be here …although Mr Troy …It makes sense. I’m new to… Hunter but he said his friend, the big guy with the scar, liked them young and needed a good night so he was going to bring me. I had no idea.”

“I think you have the wrong….”

“But there you were,” the stupid blonde bitch gushed. “Like I’d walked into wonderland.” Her eyes roved the room frantically. “Damn, I don’t think I have a pen! Fuck.” She turned back to Star. “Do you? I bet you carry sharpies in your cleavage don’t you, for moments like this.”

Star’s face was comical, her eyes as wide as her gaping mouth but this was far from funny. “Sharpie?”

The whore nodded. “Yeah, I bet you have a Cartier pen, what with you being all sophisticated and all that.”

Jesus fucking hell!

“What are you doing?” I barked. Both her and Star jumped, spinning in my direction. Star’s fury from earlier had disappeared, her face now showing her amazement at what was occurring.

The bitch’s mouth dropped open again and she pointed one of her long talons at me. “He didn’t tell me you’d be here and that she would be too!”

Christ. I glared at her until she cowered, her little feet moving backwards. She had a right to be scared. I was fucking furious.

“How dare you come into
my
house and behave like a crazy ass freak on crack! How – fucking – dare – you!”

Her eyes widened further, the color draining from her face. Hunter appeared through the door. “Get her out of here!”

He rolled his eyes and turned to his date. “Fucking hell, you stupid bitch. I told you to leave it.”

I didn’t wait for any more of his excuses. Grabbing hold of Star’s hand I pulled her across the room and through the house, ending our swift escape in my office.

“What the hell was that all about?” She was still stunned, her eyes still wide and full of alarm.

I walked over to her slowly, the flow of anger inside me making it dangerous for her, but she needed to be taught a lesson after her behavior in front of my friends. “A crazy fan.”

“What? A fan? Of who?”

“Of you, of course.”

Her foot slid backwards slightly when she witnessed my struggle, my temper simmering on the surface. Unknotting my tie I slid it off and grabbed the high-backed chair from the corner of the room, positioning it in the middle of the floor facing the three screens that adorned the back wall.

“Me?” she spluttered.

“Mmm.” I nodded as I took her hand and led her over to the chair, my eyes fixed on hers, refusing her any denial in following my silent order. I maneuvered her until she sat, the excitement in my gut bubbling furiously at the lesson I was about to teach my feisty little woman. “You’re a renowned artist, Star. Your paintings are displayed worldwide. They decorate the most influential galleries.”

“Really?” She looked up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. I cupped her cheek, the softness to her chin calming the rage inside me slightly.

“Why so shocked? You never trusted in your talent, Star; no matter how much I told you how amazing it was.”

“Well.” She shrugged, not noticing the pull of her hands behind the chair as I ventured around the back of her. “It’s me, isn’t it? I’m just… me.”

She flinched and frowned over her shoulder when she finally realized she was secured tightly to a wooden chair in the middle of my office. “Dante? What are you doing?” She struggled with her restraints, her eyes scared and her heart galloping beneath her breastbone.

“I’m showing you how
we
like to play, Belle.”

She stilled when I pressed a button and the screens blinked to life, each one displaying a different angle in the lounge where our guests were situated. I growled when I spotted Hunter and his slut. The asshole hadn’t heeded my order and left but I wasn’t about to go back in there now, I had things right in front of me to deal with first.

“Oh my God,” she squeaked when her eyes landed on the performance playing out just for us. My heart rate quickened, my pulse charging blood into my cock, my eyes feasting on the orgy that was happening right in my house.

I chuckled and settled myself on the sofa in front of Star, and to the left of the screens.

She was transfixed on what was taking place. Disgust was written all over her face but she couldn’t quite gain the command to remove her gaze from it.

“Quite something isn’t it?”

Her eyes flicked my way, shock and amazement were evident but something else flickered in her expression. I knew it would find its way. I knew her better than she thought.

Leaning forward and resting my elbows on my thighs, I licked my lips, causing her eyes to drop to watch. She squirmed slightly. I was astounded arousal had found her so quickly. “You see how both Malik and Hunter fill that girl? How cute her ass looks with Hunter’s cock buried deep inside. Would you like that, Star? My cock sliding in and out, in and out of your ass slowly and so fucking deeply?”

She coughed, her eyes glancing back at the screens then back to me. Her breathing had deepened, her soft pink lips parted to accommodate her rapid pants. “And look. See how Garth glides his dick between Ben’s lips. Two men fucking, there’s something quite erotic about that.”

Her throat bobbed as her ass slid against the seat of the chair. I smiled when the scent of her arousal filled my senses. “Would you like to watch me being fucked by a man, Star? Watch your fiancé get pummeled in the ass?” That wasn’t going to happen but my dirty little slut loved to hear me talk dirty to her.

“Oh God, Dante. Stop.” Her breathy request had me lowering my zip and pulling out my dick, the scorch of heat on my rigid shaft almost burning my hand when I wrapped my fist around myself. Her eyes dropped to watch me masturbate, need firing in her eyes as her tongue stroked her bottom lip.

“Eyes on the screen, baby.”

She pulled at her bindings but the knot was tight, rejecting her attempts. Her legs parted slightly, the slit in her dress allowing for it. Stroking myself harder I turned my eyes back to the party.

Star released a small moan when she also watched the recital. “Oh, shit.”

“Oh, how fucking beautiful.” One of the screens exhibited a closer view than the rest, showing Hunter’s whore’s tongue lap at the other girl’s pussy, the torture of her clit making cum seep from the end of my dick and dribble down my shaft. I started to stroke faster, needing release quickly.