I enter the house of Lords and make my way to the only elevator that has access to the basement. We were called in. We can have an assignment at any given time once we’re initiated. So the fact that I was balls deep inside her mouth when I got the text still has me hard.
The house was given to the Lords years ago, along with many other properties all over the world. It was once a hotel. A bunker was added in after the Lords took it over. We train down here to shoot, to hunt. We spent a lot of our first two years down here learning how to take what we want.
“Hey, did you see what’s going on?” Jayce asks me as I sit down at the large table. Looking around, it occurs to me that only the seniors were called in.
“No. Been busy.” My cell went off, saying I had to be here. Otherwise, I’d still be with my little demon.
“It’s the DA,” Corbin whispers, leaning forward and placing his forearms on the table.
“What about him?” Jayce asks Corbin.
“It was on the news. Break-in at the DA’s house, shots fired. Body found.” He shrugs. “That’s all that was said before his security broke the camera of the reporter standing on the front lawn.”
Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I put in my code and look over the camera I have of Elli in her room. I placed it there the second time I visited her a couple of years back. There were times I wasn’t able to make it to see her, but I was able to watch her. I wanted to know if any other man was ever in that room. And if so, I’d take care of him. Thankfully, there never has been.
She lies there on her stomach, her arms spread wide, and each wrist tied to a bedpost. She’s naked, her ass up in the air. I told her if she moved, I’d know it and she’d be punished. A part of me hopes she does. I love making her cry.
The elevator dings, signaling its arrival before opening. I close my cell and look up to see Ryat, Prickett, and Gunner enter.
They take their seats, and I don’t miss the tension between Ryat and Matt. I still have no clue what’s going on there.
My eyes catch sight of Lincoln walking off the elevator, and I stiffen. He was out of town, but he must have returned early. I saw that Elli’s mother texted her yesterday that they were having guests over for dinner tomorrow night after she returns from her weekend away. I haven’t told Elli I know about it, but my ass will be there. He’ll have to throw me out and then explain to her mother and Elli why.
He claps his hands and gets right to the reason we’re here. “I’m guessing everyone has seen the news by now and is aware of what’s happened.”
We all say yes. If Corbin told us what he saw, then I’d say I’m caught up enough.
He plops down at the head of the table. “I need two volunteers for an assignment. I can’t give you any other details other than the job might take a day, might take three weeks. That all depends on how long it takes you to get it done.”
“Ryat and I will handle it,” Matt speaks before anyone else can say a word.
A silence blankets the room as all eyes shoot to Ryat. He sits there looking unaffected. If he’s pissed or worried, he’s not showing it.
“Ryat?” Lincoln asks him for confirmation.
“Sounds good, sir,” he answers.
“Perfect. You all are dismissed.” Linc gets up and exits like he’s the one with a woman tied to a bed waiting to be fucked. Which he probably does. There are fifteen seniors in this room right now, and I guarantee at least three of us has a girl tied up and waiting for us to get back to them.
I stand and make my way to the elevator, pulling up the footage again to see she’s relaxed on the bed. Her body now flat, her head to the side. She looks like she’s sleeping with her eyes closed. Smiling, I pocket my cell.Punishment it is.
ELLINGTON
MONDAY EVENING, Ilook at myself in my floor-length mirror, my hands running down my white halter dress, red heels, and matching lipstick. Kira and I are meeting up after I’m done with dinner. My makeup is done heavy, and my hair fixed in a high pony. We’re going to go out. I’m going to pop some pills, get hammered, and then go home with her and crawl into bed with Sin. If he’s home. He spent all weekend here with me. Now that my mother has returned, I don’t want to be here.
Gripping the hem of my dress, I lift it to look at the brand on my inner thigh. It’s had a bandage over it the last couple of days. Sin cleans it and changes it out for me. I hate that I love it. That he’s claimed me in a way no one ever has before. In a way, it makes me feel accepted. Even I know that’s fucked up. That my childhood has me accept something that most of society would find wrong.
Putting my dress back in place, I respond to Kira as I make my way downstairs and into the formal dining room. I sit down at the table.
“Ellington?”
I look up to see my mom enter with a few members of her staff. “Are you okay, honey? You look a little sick.” Before waiting for me to answer, she turns to them, barking out orders, then faces me once again, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m fine, Mom. Just tired.”
“Well, if you wouldn’t stay out all night with random men like a raccoon digging through trash, you wouldn’t be so exhausted.”
I nod, picking up the bottle of champagne from the middle of the table. “You’re right, Mom.” I toss it back, sucking it from the bottle.