Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

As I squeezed convulsively on Emmett’s cock, he roared and thrust deep. I felt the jettison of his cum deep inside me, but then he quickly pulled out, even as more cum dripped out. He painted my pussy with the rest of his cum until I was a sweaty, sticky mess.

But he wasn’t done—no, not nearly done. He looked around us. “I’m a giving man. So any man who’s shared in my prize may come now if they wish, but only at her feet.”

No one batted an eye. Maybe they were humoring him, or maybe they’d all been captured by Emmett’s commanding nature as much as I had. Maybe it was simply a new game, and these bastards were always up for new and kinky.

Either way, Emmett helped me to my feet and stood behind me, hands plucking my breasts as man after man came to the side of the platform and masturbated at my feet. Men’s cum splashed my feet and shins as they worshipped at the shrine of me.

Until finally, all were spent.

I expected that to be the end of it, and apparently so did Emmett, because he took my arm, ostensibly to lead me from the makeshift stage, when Mr. St. Claire took the steps.

I’d just seen him red-faced and sweaty as he jacked off his midsized cock at my feet, but he had his silver Elder’s robe back on and a smile on his face.

“Where are you going, Initiate? We have one last item to auction off.”

“What’s left?” Emmett growled. “We gave you everything you wanted and more.”

Emmett was truly pissed; I could tell, even though he was still standing partially behind me. I wanted to cower and cover myself. The high of the kinky sex was wearing off, and Emmett’s angry voice was a dash of cold reality over the endorphins I’d been feeling.

“The most important item, of course. The last item to be auctioned off is Bellamy Carmichael’s hand in marriage.”

20

EMMETT

“Another ten million and this Trial is over,” I said between clenched teeth.

If any man dared to even mention a bid for Bellamy, my wrath and delicate revenge would be swift. I had few enemies in life, but I wouldn’t hesitate to take on a roomful if need be.

Bellamy Carmichael would not belong to another soul. Not while I was on this earth.

I would double the money if I had to, but if any man had the nerve to even try to take her from me….

It wasn’t about the money. I had it, and I’d make what I spent tonight quickly. It was the fact that I was sick of The Order of the Silver Ghost and their twisted games. I couldn’t leave the Oleander fast enough and seriously questioned if I’d ever return—member or not. I was over trying to impress these men.

Why the fuck did I even bother or care?

I didn’t need their approval, and for some insane reason, I had wanted it.

But tonight wasn’t about them. It wasn’t about impressing the Elders.

No… it was about Bellamy Carmichael.

I could act as pissed off as I wanted. I could say I didn’t give a shit about her. I could threaten to walk away and screw up everything for not only me but her. I could destroy her life and detonate a bomb that would cause her to have to walk out of this manor empty-handed. And if I hadn’t outbid all the fuckers in this room earlier, I could have allowed her to become used up goods by every powerful man in Darlington County.

But apparently, it had taken this Trial to prove it to myself. My friends couldn’t talk me into it. It was seeing Bellamy up there, naked, gorgeous, and in need of me. Maybe it made me as much a fool as I’d been in high school, but I didn’t think so.

When she whispered in my ear that she loved me, I believed her. And more than that, I was ready to prove to her I was no coward. I was ready to take the leap of trust and love, whether or not she’d be there to meet me on the other side.

That was what a real man did.

I had to protect her, and there wasn’t any amount of money I wouldn’t spend to do so.

She was mine, and it was damn time that I showed not only her but every man who stood around us.

“Ten million for Bellamy Carmichael’s hand in marriage,” Elder St. Claire said. “Are there any other bids?”

Momentary silence filled the room, and I took the opportunity to stare into Bellamy’s wide eyes that locked with mine. I couldn’t read her and wished I could. Was she angry with me for what just occurred? Relieved it was me she’d be marrying? Surprised I agreed after how I treated her?