Captured: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 1

I spend the rest of the party dancing with Loki, Jax, and even Kai, who is surprisingly adept and pulls me so close that I can feel his hardness against my arse.

Loki spirits me away at one point, to a dark corner behind the curtains, and pays his debt. Luckily, the music is loud, so I don’t think too many people hear me shatter on his tongue.

Of course, Amber Cuntmuffin and her merry band of Pissflaps are here, they did decorate the ballroom, after all. She keeps her distance, just glaring at me as I grind on the guys. In a way, it makes me more wary of her. I don’t trust the bitch, and it feels like she’s plotting something.

Loki, Jax, and I have just come off the dance floor when the clock strikes midnight, and I see Ash give the others a nod. My heart rate picks up.

“It’s go time, Cinderella,” Loki murmurs, grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers.

He looks excited, yet I can see a bone-deep weariness in the depths of his gaze. Like what is about to happen is not something he relishes, but something that has to be done. And I feel a pang of guilt at being the cause of another stain on his soul.

“You ready, Baby Girl?” Jax rumbles from my other side, and I look up into his face to see violence swirling in his blue eyes. He’s definitely more excited than anyone else. He craves bloodshed and vengeance.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. All I can do is nod, my eyes wide and my breaths shallow.

“You can still stay here, Lilly,” Kai offers, and I see concern and worry in his honey gaze and his lowered eyebrows. He knows this is not easy for me, and I know he wants to spare me any pain and heartache.

But I need to do this, not just for myself, but also for them. These guys. My guys. If I want to be with them, fully and completely, I need to know them inside and out. The good and the bad. The men and the monsters.

“I’m ready,” I whisper in a hushed tone, hoping my voice sounds more confident than I feel.

“Let’s go then,” Ash orders, his tone sharp and commanding.

I look up into his unreadable, sharp steel gaze. The butterflies dance frantically in my stomach, desperate for release. I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off, and I’ve no idea if I’ll survive the fall.

We all follow Ash, the party still in full swing around us. The teachers have all gone to bed, leaving everyone to their own devices, and it’s as if Lust himself has walked through the room spreading his debauchery. There are couples out in the open, practically fucking on tables. We pass several orgies, one with a naked server in the middle, mask still on, whilst girls and boys snort snow off her body. She looks happy enough, so I hope she’s not been forced.

As we’re leaving, I see Amber on her knees whilst a guy fucks her mouth relentlessly, making her gag and spit fly everywhere. She’s moaning and touching herself, gross, so I assume she’s having a great time and living her best cuntflap life.

Blinking the image away, although let’s be honest, it’s seared on my retinas for all time, I walk through the double doors that are still being manned by the men in top hats.

We head straight for the front doors, where there is an all black truck waiting, that same valet from the party in the first week standing beside it. He doesn’t even acknowledge my presence, good lad, as he hands the keys to Jax and then walks away.

“Nice ride,” I admire, knowing the car is worth a fortune, but deciding not to get on my soapbox this evening.

He grins wolfishly at me. “Thanks. She’s an all black Ford Raptor…” he starts to say, then stops as he sees my I’m totally interested but have no idea of what you speak look. “You’re in the back, Baby Girl,” he smirks, with a there, there, don’t worry your pretty little head about it look. Bastard.

He opens the door for me, and I climb in, which is pretty fucking hard in a full length dress given how high the damn truck is! I see Kai is already sitting on the other side, and as I sit down, Loki gets in behind me so I am once again in between the two of them. Not that I’m complaining.

Kai leans over to buckle me in, his hand brushing my hip slightly as he pulls away. It distracts me momentarily from my swirling thoughts about what is about to happen. He gives me a sad smile, not saying anything, but laces our fingers together, bringing our hands onto his lap.

I’m so nervous I can feel my hand shaking both of ours in his firm grip. Fingers trace the side of my face and down my neck, as Loki’s vanilla scent washes over me. It’s mixed with fresh sweat from all of the dancing, making the smell even more intoxicating and I take a deep inhale, letting it calm me a little.

“Relax, Pretty Girl,” he breathes against my ear, increasing my tremble. Now I’m nervous and horny. Fucking great!

I hear the deep rumble of the engine, reminding me of Jax’s voice, and my thighs clench. Do It For Me by Rosenfeld blasts over the speakers, the bass adding another layer of vibration that I feel in my core.

When my shaking doesn’t subside after a few minutes, Loki leans in again.

“Let me help you, Lilly,” he purrs softly into my ear, nuzzling my neck and gently nipping and caressing it with his tongue, sending pleasurable shivers cascading all over my skin. I hum aloud at the sensation, which goes straight to my clit, making it burn. “Can I touch you, baby? Just my fingers and you tell me to stop at any moment if it’s too much,” he pleads in low tones.

I swallow hard. I want him so badly, but what if it triggers memories I’d rather forget? Loki just waits patiently until I nod my head.

A breath of relief whooshes out of him, then he leans forward, sliding a hand under the hem of my dress. He slowly brings it up my leg, lifting the dress with him, the train making it loose enough to allow the movement. His trailing fingers send electric pulses zinging over my body, and my hand tightens in Kai’s grip. He looks down and curses softly.

“Loki…” he hisses in a warning tone as Loki’s hand reaches the top of my thigh, exposing my stocking clad thigh to the cool air inside the truck. We were all so overheated that we didn’t turn the heater on, which I’m doubly glad for now.

“She needs relaxing, so stop whining, and do something useful,” Loki snaps back, not at all chastised, his hand continuing to move upwards.

Kai takes a second, huffs out a breath, then uses the hand not gripped in mine to undo the bow of my halter, pulling the fabric away from my breasts. Both boys exhale loudly when they see the red lace strapless corset I’m wearing underneath, my nipples peaked and visible through the sheer fabric.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I hear Jax curse from the front, my eyes snapping up to his blue ones in the rearview mirror. The truck jerks slightly as his own eyes flit back to the road. “I’m gonna turn up with a fucking hard on,” he grumbles, continuing to drive.

I look down to see Ash gripping his armrest so tightly his knuckles are white. Loki must see this, too.

“Don’t you wanna see, Ash?” he teases, just as he moves his hand up higher, caressing the edge of my lace thong, and I groan, my eyelids becoming hooded.

Ash’s knuckles get even whiter, then he turns in his seat, his eyes trailing up my exposed leg, to where Loki has his hand between my thighs. His gaze travels further up my body to my lace covered breasts. Finally, his eyes come up to meet mine, and I gasp at the raw longing and potent desire in their grey depths.

He holds my gaze as Loki’s fingers slip inside the lace that’s covering my aching cunt, grazing my lower lips. At the same time, Kai brings his head down, placing his mouth over the lace of my corset and sucking hard on my nipple. I gasp, writhing on the leather seat, my other hand clutching Loki’s thigh. Being watched by Ash has heightened things before, and this time is no different.

“Okay, Pretty Girl?” Loki asks huskily.

“Yes,” I rasp out, as Kai swirls his tongue around my nipple before blowing on it, the cool air making it harden more.

“Good.”

Loki’s hand slips in more, his finger using my own wetness to help glide around and over my clit, sending shockwaves through me. My hand tightens in Kai’s grip as they start to work me into a frenzy, Loki at my clit, and Kai on my nipple until I’m thrumming with the need for more.

“Loki…” I plead, not knowing what I’m asking for, but hoping that he does.

“I got you, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, before sliding one long finger down to my opening, slowly pushing it inside me. “Still okay?” he asks, and I can only nod. It feels so good to have him inside me, even if it’s only his finger.

Loki starts moving the digit in and out of me, crooking it in a come hither motion, and hitting my g-spot every damn time. His palm grinds into my clit, the intense pleasure the bundle of nerves brings, making me squirm in my seat.

“Look at me, Princess,” I hear Ash command, his voice deep and strained. My eyelids crack open to find his steely gaze on me and an intense look of desire in them. “Good girl,” he praises, and I can’t help the satisfaction I get from pleasing him. “Add another finger, Loki,” he orders, and I whimper in ecstasy as Loki complies. “Now. I want you to come all over Loki’s fingers, soaking the seat underneath you, understood?” he commands, his voice husky and low.

He’s unable to help taking charge and issuing orders, but I am so here for it.

The thing is, I’m powerless to disobey, and I can feel the exquisite burn of an orgasm begin in my core at his words.

“Kai!” I gasp, gripping his hand tighter, and praying he knows that I need a little edge of pain to tip me over. Without warning, Kai bites down, hard, his mouth wide over my nipple.

It sets off an explosion inside me, and I cry out my release, throwing my head back and feeling the gush between my legs, coating Loki’s hand.

I sit there, legs spread, panting, as my whole body tingles in the aftermath of my climax.

“There should be a clean towel in the gym bag down there,” I hear Jax grumble. He sounds so pissed, and I’m too spent to stifle a giggle.

I moan as Loki withdraws his fingers and hand, then seconds later, I hear the zip of a bag, before I feel a soft towel between my legs.

“I fear the dress needs a dry cleaner,” I groan out, managing to muster enough energy to unbuckle my seatbelt, then turn my back to Kai, wordlessly asking him to unzip me. He complies, brushing his fingers down my spine, sending more shivers skittering over me.

I manage to wiggle out of the dress, leaving it in a shimmering pile on the floor at my feet, and leaving me in my lace corset, thong, red stockings, and heels.

Loki groans, his head thumping the headrest.

“She’s trying to fucking kill us, I swear,” he laments, eyes closed.

“Pass me that bag, you numpty,” I say with a smile, still kneeling on the seat. I feel hands wrap around my hips and look behind me to see Kai holding onto me.

“You’re not buckled in, Lilly love,” he tells me, and my heart skips at the endearment.

“Why the fuck isn’t she…” I hear Jax start, then stop abruptly. I look up to see his gaze once again in the mirror. His blue eyes burn with a fire so intense my breath hitches.

“Eyes on the fucking road, Jax!” Ash shouts as the truck swerves, Ash’s hand on the wheel. “Lilly, put some fucking clothes on,” Ash admonishes, turning to look at me.

He can’t hide the heat that is still there in his gaze. Feeling playful, I stick my tongue out at him, and his eyes narrow in response.

“Naughty, Lilly,” Loki chuckles, holding the bag open for me to look inside. My choice is limited as it’s Jax’s gym bag.

Ah, this’ll do nicely! I think as I take out a black tank top with a white skull printed on the front. Pulling it over my head, it falls to mid thigh, just exposing the tops of my red lacy stockings. The armholes are huge, gaping down to my waist and flashing my lace corset, but it’ll do.

“Better?” I ask Ash, an eyebrow raised.

“Marginally,” he quips back, nostrils flared and turning to face the front once again.

“Not fucking better,” I hear Jax grunt from the driver’s seat.

I sit back down and buckle myself in, just as we pull off the main road and down a dirt track. Luckily, the truck’s suspension is pretty good, and the road isn’t too bumpy. We drive down the track for about ten minutes, before the headlights swing over a wooden cabin standing in a clearing.

It’s two stories, in what looks like an L shape, though it’s hard to tell in the dark. There’s a front door under a porch that’s made up from the overhang of the first floor. I can see windows, but they’re all dark. The place looks in good condition, but not like it’s used that often.

We park up in front, everyone sitting still for a moment in silence.

“Last chance to back out, Princess,” Ash mocks like the arsehole that he is, turning to face me once more.

I just shake my head, unable to utter a word. The butterflies are back, only now it feels like they’ve got barbs on the end of their wings, scratching and digging into my insides.

“You all know the drill,” Ash states cryptically, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, which lets in a blast of cold air that travels across my skin, pebbling my nipples to hard points, and I shudder.

“Anytime you want to leave, just say the word,” Kai insists, bringing my gaze to him. Again, I just nod. I can’t seem to speak, my mouth as dry as the desert.

He stares into my eyes for a moment longer, then reaches over to unbuckle me, and then himself. He opens his door and gets out, holding out his hand for me to take.

I inhale deeply and place my hand in his, letting him help me out of the car, letting go of his hand and then shutting the door behind me. Before I can take a step towards the house, Jax is in front of me, still just wearing his He-Man costume, looking fucking delicious. He backs me up against the side of the car, his eyes devouring me in his tank, and my cherry red underwear.

His knuckles tickle down the open armhole of the tank, caressing the side of my breast.

“It looks better on you,” he rumbles, his hand wrapping around the front of my throat with a growl. Slamming his lips against mine, he leaves me no choice but to open to him. His tongue plunders my mouth, possessing me completely and totally, and I can feel his massive hard on pressed against me.

Pulling away, his blue eyes are locked on me, churning with lust. We’re both breathing hard, our breath fogging in the cool night air. I do a full body shiver with cold, as well as a healthy dollop of lust, and that seems to break the spell.

“Let’s get you inside,” he says, in that gorgeous deep voice of his.

He takes my arm, helping guide me to the door in the darkness. There’s no moon tonight, so although the stars look incredible, there’s not a great deal of light to see by.

My heels clack up the timber steps as I walk up them onto the porch. The wooden door looks suspiciously sturdy and reinforced, and there’s a small black screen where you’d expect to see a lock. Loki and Kai walk up behind me as Ash lifts his thumb to the screen. A second later, there’s a click, then the door swings open and Ash goes through it, holding it open for me to enter.

As we step inside, gentle lights come on casting a soft glow around the space, and the whole place feels warm. The decor is what I can only describe as a hunter’s wet dream. The walls are exposed wood, as is the floor, and along the left hand side wall is a rustic wooden staircase, leading to the floor above, which has a balcony and doors that come off of it.

There’s a stone chimney breast at the end opposite us, a roaring fire inside the grate, brown leather sofas and big armchairs in front of it. I can see what looks like a dining area to the right, behind a wooden bar. There are animal pelts thrown over the furniture, and animal heads mounted to the walls, which, to be honest, is a little creepy.

To the right of the chimney is a wooden door, and it’s in this direction that Ash leads us. He stops in front of it, scanning his thumbprint again, before grasping the brass handle and opening the door, revealing a set of stairs going down. Ash goes first, then Jax, myself, Loki, and finally Kai follows.

There are wall lights that cast their glow on the staircase so that we can see where we are going. It feels like any other converted basement, however, dread still pools in my stomach as we head down.

We reach a metal door at the bottom, which has yet another fingerprint scanner, and as Ash opens the door, our ears are assaulted with I Love You from Barney the Purple Dinosaur, blaring out at a deafening volume.

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