Ruthless Angel (Gods of Ravencrest University #5)

EPILOGUE

CLOVER

Classes hadn’t been back in for long, and I already had assignments to work on. That’s what I should have been doing. Instead, I was bent over a sex chair shaped like a sloped S while Blaze spanked me with a whip.

I had to admit, the soft leather whip felt good against my ass. The sting made me suck in my breath while also making me want more. Every few smacks, Blaze would gently caress my ass cheek.

It had taken me three strong drinks to get to the point where I’d let him do this in front of everyone else. We’d started with a nice, safe makeout session. Since we’d come here to blend in, I had to get over my nerves and play along. Once we got started, it wasn’t so bad.

“Sounds like you’re enjoying this, Rainbow.” Blaze leaned in to murmur close to my ear. “Let’s see how much you’re enjoying it.”

Tugging my tiny thong aside, Blaze ran a finger along my soaking wet slit. With my ass in the air and my head down on the curve of the sex chair, all I could do was take whatever he wanted to throw at me. Being in public while he touched me sent a shocking thrill through me. I hadn’t expected to like it so much.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. I want to fuck that pussy so bad. Do you want me to fuck you, Doll? Right here?” He pressed two fingers inside me, making me moan.

I risked a glance at the group of three closest to us. Sprawled on a leather couch a few feet away, two women sat atop a man, one on his face, the other on his cock. They seemed to be having quite the good time.

Although there were a few people who sat back with a drink and watched everyone else, most of the people present were engaged in their own fun. We’d been approached twice by other people who asked us to play with them. When we’d politely declined, they’d moved on. No problem.

“Yes,” I whimpered, needing more of him. “Please, fuck me. I need your cock. Now.”

“Better not get too demanding, gorgeous. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” Tangling a hand in my hair, Blaze jerked my head up. “Maybe a little more whipping of that ass first.”

When he smacked me again with the whip, I almost forgot that we’d come here to do a specific job. One that was next to impossible. If we didn’t find a way into the restricted area, we’d have to come back. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

I suspected that if there was something shady going on here, the regulars didn’t know about it. The club itself was likely a cover. We’d managed to plant a mic beneath the counter of the bar, but that was all so far.

Blaze didn’t stop until my ass was raw and I begged for his cock inside me. Keeping me bent over the sex chair, he entered me from behind. I held tight to the chair as he fucked me with a wild intensity.

He clutched my hair, pulling painfully as he jerked my head back. I let out a cry that was swallowed up by the music and the symphony of moans surrounding us. The way Blaze held my head forced me to look straight at a woman strapped to a Saint Anthony’s cross. Her eyes met mine as the man before her slapped her pussy with a riding crop.

This was so insane. Why did I love it so much?

Blaze leaned down so his chest pressed against my back. He reached around to grasp my throat, choking off my breath. “I want you to come on my cock, Clover. Let me feel how much you love the way I fuck you.”

It didn’t take long for me to do exactly as he’d demanded. Entirely at his mercy while others looked on, I came with an intensity that made my eyes roll back in my head. Blaze released my throat, letting me suck in a breath. Jerking me off the chair, he pulled out and shoved me to my knees.

“Open your mouth and take every fucking drop.” He slapped my cheek when I didn’t obey fast enough.

Staring up at him in wonder, I opened my mouth in time for him to spray my tongue with cum. I’d barely swallowed when he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. Hard enough to bruise. That wasn’t enough for Blaze. He bit my lip, splitting it open, smearing the blood along both our mouths.

Resting his forehead against mine, chest heaving, he said, “I guess we better get to work.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Nodding, I held onto him so my legs wouldn’t give out and drop me. “Just give me a minute.”

Blaze nodded to the woman on the Saint Andrew’s cross. “Does it freak you out that I’d kind of like to see you strapped to that thing?”

I patted his chest and laughed. “Maybe another time. Let’s check out that restricted area.”

Hand in hand, we headed down the hall toward the restrooms. We passed a few people on the way. We lingered in the hall until it was empty. Then we followed it the rest of the way around the corner to a door marked as restricted.

Blaze tested the doorknob. Locked. A card scanner next to the door revealed the only way inside.

“Maybe if we wait, someone will come along and open it,” he suggested. “I don’t see any other way in there.”

Neither did I. We hung out in the hallway, making it look like we needed a quiet place to talk and take a break from the rigorous fun. We couldn’t stand around for too long without appearing suspicious. If we didn’t find a way into the restricted area, we’d have to give up.

At one point, Blaze went to the use the restroom. I remained in the hall and waited. A woman who’d been working the bar came along with a bottle of expensive champagne and a few glasses. She passed right by and rounded the corner.

I crept along after her, peeking around the corner, watching as she used a swipe card to access the restricted zone. The door slowly swung shut after she entered, the weight pulling it closed. Making sure nobody was coming, I darted forward, sticking a toe in the door to hold it open.

It would be awesome if Blaze appeared right now. When a few seconds passed and he didn’t show, I made a spur of the moment decision to go inside. I opened the door wide, letting it slowly swing closed in case he came along.

The door led straight into a gray hall with dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The hallway was lined with doors. Each door had a small rectangular window. Knowing the bartender lady would be back, I hurried over to the first door.

And almost passed out at what I saw through the window.

Two men worked cameras aimed at a bed. Their backs were to me as they recorded the scene before them. A man was flat on his back, his arms and legs held by restraints. A ball gag had been stuffed in his mouth. A woman wearing a black leather mask sat on his cock, riding him with her head thrown back in pleasure.

He watched her with delight and intrigue as she worked his cock. His expression changed to one of shock and horror when she produced a large knife. With one hand on his chest, she swung the knife, slashing his throat wide open.

My jaw dropped in a silent scream. As I backed away from the door, my back hit something hard and solid, making my blood run cold.

A hand covered my mouth. Next to my ear, Blaze whispered, “We have to leave. Now.”

Clover’s story continues in Soulless Angel .