Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy 3)

The man from the ballet school approaches us. “Miss Davenport, may I have another word? It’ll be brief; I promise.”

Reed looks back and forth between Ainsley and me.

“I’ll be fine,” I assure him, hitching a thumb over my shoulder. “I think the powder room is right there. I’ll only be gone a minute or two.”

Reed reluctantly allows Ainsley to pull him aside while talking to the man. I see him running his thumbs over his phone screen, probably texting Kingston, but I don’t waste any time hanging around. I head down the hallway and find the doorway the mysterious woman walked through. It leads to a small brick patio right off of a beautiful courtyard. I get a quick flash of her coppery hair as she disappears into what appears to be a large hedge maze.

I have a feeling I’m going to regret this, but that doesn’t stop me from going in after her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

JAZZ

Well, one thing’s for sure, this is definitely a maze. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve rounded a corner, and there’s no end in sight. I’m trailing behind the woman just enough to avoid being seen, but not too far where I could lose her. The outdoor lighting barely reaches this area, so the darkness helps conceal me, but I still need to move cautiously. Thankfully, whoever designed this thing thought to pave the path, so it’s easier to navigate in these damn heels I’m wearing.

My phone is vibrating like crazy in my purse, but I’m not going to risk pulling it out and scaring this chick off. I may have no clue where we’re heading, but she certainly does, and I intend to find out what’s at the end of this labyrinth. Just when I think this will go on forever, the hedges open up to a patio, like the one at the other end. Behind this one, though, is a small cottage. It seems rather odd to have your guests go through all that to get here, but what do I know? I suppose it would afford them privacy.

The woman walks through the front door without knocking, so I’m guessing she’s the person staying in the house. I turn around to begin the long trek back when a familiar voice catches my attention.

What the hell?

I whip my head around and see the redhead had left the door slightly ajar. I slowly

creep closer, my eyes darting back and forth to ensure the area is clear. I plaster my back against the stucco siding just to the right of the door and listen carefully. The unmistakable sounds of sex are echoing throughout, and if I had to guess, I’d say there’s more than a few bodies inside. It sounds exactly like what I heard outside of the boathouse by the lake.

What is it with these rich people and their orgies?

My ears perk up when I hear the voice that drew me here.

“What took you so long?” the woman asks.

I quickly peek through the crack, and sure enough, Madeline is standing right inside the door, talking to the auburn-haired girl. She’s wearing a short, bright red dress that hugs all her curves with a pair of skyscraper heels. I can’t hear the other woman’s reply over the grunts and groans behind her because she’s talking too quietly, but I do hear what my stepmother says next.

“If you want more, you know what you need to do to earn it.” Oh shit, she’s walking this way. “Were you raised in a fucking barn, Nadia? Close the damn door when you come in.”

I press a hand to my chest as Madeline slams the door shut, willing my racing heart to calm down. Fuck, that was too close. I stay crouched down and duck walk to the other side of the house. There’s a sliding glass door back here that allows me to see inside. I know it’s risky as fuck, but I need to know what the hell is going on in there. Group sex, obviously, but why is Madeline just standing there fully clothed? Staying as close to the exterior wall as possible, I approach the glass to get a better look.

I stifle a gasp when I catch my first glimpse. There aren’t many people inside, but it’s obvious why they’re there. I expected to see comfy furnishings, maybe a small kitchen like in Kingston’s house, but none of that is here. No, this place has one purpose and one purpose only, and I doubt there’s any sleeping or lounging around going on. Ever. The lighting is subdued, but still bright enough where I have a clear view of everything.

There are three different contraptions spread out through the open space. The first one is a weird kind of bench off to the right. It almost looks like a neck massage chair, but instead of a set lower seat, the middle section is raised higher with bondage straps attached to each end. A gorgeous naked woman is strapped to the bench, ass high in the air, while a much older—also nude—man ruts into her from behind. I’m pretty sure his dick is up her ass, but I can’t quite tell because his rather large, jiggly belly is getting in the way. I wouldn’t exactly say the woman is unwilling, but I also wouldn’t say she’s an active participant. She’s just lying there, taking it, occasionally opening her mouth to scream. Whether it’s in pleasure or pain, I don’t know.

The second setup is a sex swing hanging from exposed rafters on the left side of the room. It’s occupied by a young woman with two men about the same age as her sandwiching her in. Her top half is inverted, probably to better accommodate the dick in her mouth. One guy is pounding her from the front, while the one fucking her face is tweaking the nipples on her giant breasts. Just like the first girl, she doesn’t seem like she’s resisting, and she’s definitely awake, but she doesn’t seem to be enjoying it either.

In the center of the room, there’s a massive four-poster bed. A man with a slightly graying beard is on his back, pumping a hand over his erection. The redhead I followed here approaches him, and they exchange a few words. In the next moment, she lowers the straps of her dress and shimmies out of it, leaving her naked as the day she was born. She then crawls onto the mattress beside him and lowers her head over his cock. He fists her long hair to watch as she Hoovers his dick for a few moments, before slapping her ass, prompting her to climb onto his lap where she rides him, reverse cowgirl style. Without a condom, mind you, which totally ups the ick factor. My eyes widen in panic when her eyes flicker to me, but I don’t think she actually sees me. She’s kind of just staring out into space, going through the motions.

God. What the fuck did I just stumble on?

The entire time, Madeline is standing against the wall, observing each coupling, with a look of sick satisfaction on her face. The front door suddenly opens, and none other than Preston Davenport walks in, surveying the room as he stands in the open doorway.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is exactly the kind of evidence Kingston needs. I fumble with my purse to dig out my cell, but Preston steps into the house as I open the text window. I damn near drop my phone in shock because my boyfriend follows behind him, saying something to his father. Preston beckons him over to Madeline, and the three of them start discussing who the hell knows what while watching an orgy. Whatever it is, their body language tells me it’s actually a pleasant conversation, which confuses me even more.

After a few minutes, a fourth naked woman appears from the hallway and approaches Kingston. She trails her talon-like fingernails down his chest, smiling at him coyly. My fists clench as I watch this girl flirt with him, and I could swear he’s flirting right back, seemingly unconcerned that she’s not wearing a stitch of clothing beyond a pair of stilettos. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, he looks like he appreciates that fact. I can’t help but notice how many similar features she and I share, from her small stature to her long dark hair, to her bronzed skin. The only drastic difference is the augmented breasts she’s jutting toward my boyfriend. Preston says something to his son, and both men laugh while leering at said breasts.

Naked Chick leans into Kingston’s ear, pressing her huge boobs against his torso. As she pulls back, he nods, which seems to excite her. Now, this girl is either a great actress or much happier to be here than the other three working girls in the room. My eyes practically bug out of their sockets when she drops to her knees right there and eagerly starts undoing Kingston’s belt buckle.

Finally—finally—Kingston places a hand on her wrist as she pops the button on his slacks. She looks confused for a moment as he says something before she stands, once again smiling. Kingston’s hand snakes out and grips the back of her neck, pulling her into him. He can’t possibly be.... Tears well in my eyes when he slams his mouth against hers, and they proceed to engage in some tonsil hockey. Bile rises in my throat, but I can’t look away if my life depended on it. When Kingston breaks the kiss, Naked Chick takes his hand and leads him down the hallway. The entire time this shitshow is going down, a smug smile is plastered across both Preston’s and Madeline’s faces.