Tonight was the night. One of them would take my virginity.
Luca was acting more possessive than normal. I wondered if it would be him or Bastian. They had both expressed their intention over the years. The other two didn’t seem to care as long as they got to have me. But for Bastian and Luca, it was all a game.
Who would win my cherry?
Who would marry me?
Bunch of sick motherfuckers.
Luca moved his hand back to my thigh, and I instantly missed the overwhelming sensation.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Why did you stop?”
He tipped his head at his brothers. “Look at them. They won’t make it to The Mansion.”
“Speak for yourself,” Bastian cut in. “I’m not the one with self-control issues.”
They aimed their gazes at Damian.
“It was one time.” Damian threw up his hands in defense. “And I fucking apologized.” He pointed a finger at Bastian. “So don’t look at me like that.”
“I hope you’re not wearing a belt tonight,” I said.
Damian shook his head. “I won’t hurt you, not unless you beg for it.”
Beg for it? I couldn’t think of a time when I would ever beg a man to hurt me, but whatever…
“He’ll behave,” Bastian said to reassure me. “No more incidents.”
“Sure, talk about me like I’m not even here,” Damian snapped at his brother.
“You almost killed her. We don’t trust you alone with Alex.”
When Damian glanced around the limo, his brothers nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the glass divider at the front of the car, blowing out a breath of air.
“Where is this place?” I asked.
“About an hour away.” Marcello downed the rest of his champagne and poured another glass. “It’s pretty remote. You need the coordinates to find it.”
“Why is it called The Mansion?”
“For obvious reasons, Cherry.” Bastian laughed. “It’s exactly what you would expect.”
“It’s a sex club, right?”
He bobbed his head. “One of the best in the world.”
“And it’s in Connecticut? Convenient that it’s so close to home.”
Bastian smirked. “Who do you think owns it, Cherry?”
“Then why leave me an invitation? And why do I need to wear a mask?”
“You’ll see,” Damian said with a crazy smile that illuminated his emerald eyes.
“You could have just told me where we’re going instead of being so secretive.”
Luca snickered, then bit my earlobe, creating tiny bumps along my skin. “Now where is the fun in that?” He removed a silk scarf from his pocket and put it over my eyes. “There’s one more rule about The Mansion.”