Kade smirks, shifting his eyes to Vince. “If I wanted to share Unfortunates with you, brother, I’d use the ones that already linger around the house.”
Oh, god. I feel like vomiting. Vince is Master Kade’s brother? He couldn’t have been a random Fortunate from another household? He just had to be directly affiliated with my Fortunate. What are the odds? Maybe the universe hates me… though I can’t imagine why. It’s not like I’ve provoked it.
Vince moves from behind me, stepping closer to his brother. “Why the sudden attachment? Father told me you didn’t want an Unfortunate.”
Kade extends his hand and I pass him his drink. “I don’t,” he says. He sips his whiskey and swallows. “But you do and that’s good enough for me.”
I’m stuck between two bickering brothers—both seemingly as controlling and aggressive as each other. I give them both a quick once over to compare similarities. While Kade is tall, dark, and handsome, Vince is shorter and his features are more boyish and playful. Where Vince’s messy hair grows, adding to his carefree persona, Kade’s is cut short and groomed well, adding to his own disciplined personality. In short, I’m a hell of a lot more terrified of Kade than I am of Vince.
Kade saunters forward, swallowing the distance between us, and he grips my jaw. I grit my teeth as he treats me like an animal. “Look at her. No Fortunate in their right mind would refuse owning her, and besides, I have plans.”
“The Black House?”
I don’t know what the Black House is, but I don’t like it. I don’t like the way it sounds or the devious gleam Vince gets in his eyes when he said it.
“No, better than that.”
“You’re delirious. What use is an Unfortunate outside of the bedroom?”
With a quick flick of my long hair, Vince saunters off, collecting a glass off a passing tray. Kade’s hand doesn’t leave my face, and when Vince disappears into a throng of Fortunate women, Kade yanks me in his direction. “Avoid my brother at all costs, do you understand?”
“Why?”
“That was a direct question. Answer it.”
“Yes.” His thick fingers squeeze harder and I openly wince. “Yes, Master Kade.”
“Good.” He releases me. “If he so much as lays a finger on you, you are out of here. Do you understand?”
I nod. Rules don’t come any clearer than that, and thankfully, it’s a rule I can easily follow. I don’t want Vince putting his fingers on me either.
“Go get cream and ice for your shoulder. I want it healed as quickly as possible, then go to your quarters and remain there until I call for you.”
“Yes, Master Kade.”
With that, he simply turns away and storms off. I feel every muscle in my body relax when he disappears. He makes me anxious, more so than anyone else here… maybe it’s because he has complete control over me… whatever it is, I don’t like it.
∞ Kade ∞
The Black House.
It was Kade’s favourite place growing up. As a teenage boy, nothing was better than getting blowjobs or having sex. From sixteen to twenty he visited the Black House regularly, as did a lot of the Fortunates. Sure, you could fuck any slave you wanted in house, but those slaves didn’t understand the art of pleasure like the ones in the Black House did. They were trained to please… and boy, did they please.
Usually, when a Fortunate received an above average Unfortunate, they were smart enough to send them to the Black House for other Fortunates to pay to use. The money you could make off a decent Unfortunate was almost endless. Kade was strangely happy that he would never have to use the Black House again now he had his own special Unfortunate, one everyone in this entire city was drooling over. He was thankful his father had a strong relationship with Soyer, the moderator assigned to the Unfortunate camp. If he didn’t, Nine would have ended up with a Knowle… or worse, a Miller. Both houses were known to be a little… sex-driven. In fact, you could find a Knowle inside the Black House at any time of day. If they sank their claws in Nine first, she’d have been fucked, beaten, and broken long before her branding ceremony even began.
How anyone could put pussy above finance was beyond Kade. Sure, he liked to fuck just as much as the next guy, but if it came down to his cock or his money, paint him abstinent.
Kade sat in his plush seat with his ankle resting on his knee. He twirled his drink in his right and watched an Unfortunate get fucked from behind right in front of him. He watched her breasts jiggle every time the man thrust into her. She knew he was watching, and every now and then, her eyes would flick to Kade’s and glaze over with lust. She wished it was him that was fucking her from behind and Kade’s hard cock wished it was him too, but he had only come to watch, not partake… at least not yet, anyway.