I shake my head. “You two are fucking idiots and need to stay off social media.”
August and Karl grin conspiratorially, and I don’t want to imagine what bodily fluids they have down there.
“We’ll have a thirty-minute window with Samantha’s mother. During that time, the plan is to have her answer as many questions as possible. Then we’ll be back in time for it to look like we never left,” Liam explains.
We grunt our agreements, all of us understanding our roles tonight. As we stand, Sebastian declares, “Okay, gentlemen, let’s get to work!”
Liam: Just arrived at the Fraternitas. Party still looks good…minus Sam trying to tongue you down.
Me: Copy and ????…?? for me.
August: I vote we kill her
Karl: I second. We need at least one more to move this motion forward.
“Rowaniel,” Samantha whines for the umpteenth time tonight. “You’re not paying me any attention. You or August.”
August’s lip curls in disgust at her attempt to pretend to be sloshed. She’s had one drink since she arrived-Diet Coke.
I subtly shake my head when his mouth opens. We need her to think we believe her bullshit.
He grits his teeth and spins away from us, surveying the crowd. The entire first floor is packed with people.
“Fine. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get some drinks,” Samantha pouts, stomping away.
“Can I just hang her like a pi?ata? I’ve got a bat covered in barbed wire in my room,” August grumbles.
I laugh, “Add it to the list. You know Liam has a growing one.”
“It’s cathartic to add to it each time she breathes,” August replies.
My cell phone buzzes.
Liam: Don’t drink whatever she brings back. I just saw her slip something in your drinks.
Karl: Can we kill her now?
Bash: No…much to my growing disappointment.
“Here you are. I got you both a drink,” Samantha says, holding cups for us to grab.
We each take one and place it on the table behind us.
“Aren’t you going to drink it?” She frowns.
“Why don’t we dance instead,” I suggest, and her eyes light up.
I take her cup and put it with ours, not missing her eyeing where hers is situated. As I pull her toward the center of the room, I signal August, but he’s already two steps ahead of me, switching out her punch for one of ours.
Once we’re at the center of the dance floor, Samantha immediately begins to grind on me.
“Don’t you miss us?” She whispers when she whirls around, pressing her tits against my chest.
I push her away when she tries to grab my dick. “Sure I do,” I lie. We need her to believe this part for what happens next.
Samantha smiles up at me, studying my face, searching for deceit. She won’t find any. My mask is firmly in place. Her eyes fill with lust, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from pushing her away. “I knew you’d eventually come around. You could only resist me for so long.” Lifting her hands, she drags her claws down my chest. “I know that bitch couldn’t hold a candle to what we have. She can’t feed the beast inside of you that yearns for depravity. But I’ll be your cum slut.”
I have to fight the bile churning in my gut and smile. “Why don’t we grab our drinks and head for the basement.”
Beaming with satisfaction, she tugs me back to where August stands. He holds out her cup as we approach and readily accepts it, guzzling its contents while I pretend to sip mine. You can never be too sure with Samantha. Knowing her, she’d spike all the drinks to ensure she was victorious.
August can’t hide his glee.
Gotcha bitch.
I don’t know what dosage she used, but she’s wobbling on her feet by the time we reach the basement. Her words are slurred, and I’m tempted to let her fall down the stairs and crack her head open. Unfortunately, that would lead to Karl’s demise. So, instead, I throw her over my shoulder and make my descent.
“Throw her ass in the back room. I’m going to grab a few things,” August states, striding down the hall toward Liam’s room.
Thoughts of our earlier conversation run through my mind as I toss her on the bed and secure her arms and legs with zip ties to the bedpost. She’s wearing a dress and is pantyless, if I go by the vag slip I just got, making me nearly vomit.
Footsteps sound down the hall, and I turn, seeing August holding an automatic sex machine with the centaur dildo attached to it and a jar filled with a milky-white substance with hints of gray in it.
“Do I want to know what the fuck is in that?” I point to the glass container he just placed on the table in the room.
The question is barely out of my mouth before he answers, “Horse nut.”
I rub my hand over my face. “And how exactly did you and Karl come by horse sperm? More importantly, why did you both even try to acquire it?”
“You never know when you might need it, and look.” He points to Sam, passed out on the bed. “It didn’t take very long for a situation to arise for it to be utilized,” he states smugly.
Sighing, I ask the question I’m not sure I want the answer to. “What exactly are your plans for all of. . .” I wave my hands in the general direction of the table. “That?”
August adjusts the dildo. “She’s been building up to demanding sex from you. Hence, the roofies in the drink bit. I say we let her believe that happened-Heir style.”
It’s brutal but fucking genius, and it’s everything Samantha Davenport deserves. She planned to rape me or both of us tonight.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.