The Unfortunates(13)

“Yes,” she breathes. “Harder.”

He crouches over her and grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her neck back on an almost painful angle. She whimpers in delight as his groans become more pronounced. Out of nowhere, the girl begins to scream and I watch completely mesmerised by her body as her muscles ripple and shudder under the weight of the man. He made her come… which means she can’t possibly be an Unfortunate. Unfortunates aren’t allowed to experience the same pleasure as Fortunates. With one last guttural moan, the man collapses on top of the woman, his body suddenly limp and tired. With a heavy sigh, his strained expression smooths out and glazes over with complete satisfaction.

Time to go. I pivot too quickly on my heel and accidently knock one of the towels out of my own hand. My heart leaps into my throat and I swing at the cloth as it falls. It’s too late and my fingers graze the edge of the fabric and connect with the heavy, wooden door. The door is thrown open and it slams against the wall, startling the two lovers. My wide stare flicks to the young man and the way his dark, amused gaze lingers scares the hell out of me. His eyes are as dark as oil, lined with perfect thick, black lashes—much like Kade’s. Then it hits me, he was the Fortunate who slapped Thirteen on the pedestal.

“I’m so sorry,” I breathe, feeling my lungs inflate to maximum levels in my chest. “I didn’t mean—I mean, I-I did mean to see, but I d-didn’t mean to interrupt.”

He straightens his posture, pulling himself out of the girl and exposing his long, still-semi-erect penis. My muscles clench uncomfortably and I drop my gaze to the floor. I hear the girl giggle and sigh as she makes herself more comfortable on the bed. Painful tendrils of anxiousness burrow in my chest and I cringe, taking an unintentional step back. I look back to the Fortunate and his eyes narrow. My heart stops cold and I panic. I crouch and pick up the towel before whipping around on my heel and fleeing from the man. Tears threaten my eyes as I realise what I’ve done. I spoke to a Fortunate without reason, invaded personal space and turned my back on him, leaving without being dismissed. I’m screwed.

I dive into the kitchen and throw the towels at the Unfortunate I met earlier. She opens her mouth to talk, but I snag the drink and ditch her instead. I can lose the Fortunate in the crowd… I hope.

I march over the grass, my eyes desperately scanning the crowd for Kade. I spot him immediately talking to a blonde female Fortunate. I take another step closer and a warm hand surrounds my elbow and yanks me backwards. I gasp as a few drops of Kade’s drink hits my skin.

“Easy now, Sugar.” The voice is smooth and kind. I glance over my shoulder.

My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach when I see the same dark eyes I met less than a minute ago. He circles me, leaving little space between us. Tears threaten the rims of my eyes and I push my tongue to the roof of my mouth, breathing only out of my nose to prevent the dams from bursting. The unknown Unfortunate glides a finger up my neck and under my chin, tilting my face towards his.

“You’re Master Kade’s Unfortunate?” he inquires.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

I stand still as his hands glide down the length of my body and over my hips. My organs move slowly, as if his toxic touch is seeping in through my pores and poisoning my insides.

“Did you like the show?” he asks, his full lips twitching slightly.

“Please, don’t—”

“—I asked you a question.”

I rake my teeth over my trembling bottom lip. “I’m not sure.”

He chuckles and the sound chills me to my core. Don’t ask me why. It just does.

“You know, the city is abuzz with gossip about Kade and his new, beautiful Unfortunate.” He lets me go and takes a step back, giving me space. “You look innocent with your big violet eyes and your light pink lips.” He reaches out and twirls a lock of my hair around his long finger. “But I don’t think you’re innocent. No, I think all you want is a good, long, hard fuc—”

“Vince.” I jump as Master Kade’s voice rings loud and clear. “If you value your hands, you’ll stop touching her.”

I hear the smile on Vince’s lips as he ponders Kade’s words. A few seconds pass before he laughs under his breath.

“I think she wants to be touched.” He grips my shoulders and slowly turns me around. I keep my eyes on the light green grass. I see his shoes first… black and shiny, tied up with thin laces. I lift my gaze, following his black suit up his long, strong legs, over his slim hips and waist before looking him in the eyes. As we make eye contact, I feel Vince move closer, pressing the entire length of his body into my back. “Perhaps you and I can strike a deal?”