Free Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel by Zoe Davis Page B

was preparing myself to see Ethan for the first time since he hurt me, and I still had no clue what to say.  I decided that it wouldn’t matter if I had the words, because they’d probably escape me when I saw those eyes anyway.
     
    I pulled hard on the door handle and the mechanical sounds of it unlatching disturbed my repose.  I had an urge to look at Jared but my eyes remained fixated on the dark castle in front of me.  I’m not even sure how long it took him to leave the car, because in a matter of minutes I was running to the front door like a victim in desperate need of help.
     
    I stood alone at the oversized doors before me.  I outstretched my finger and commanded the chimes.
     
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    There was only one usher tonight, but the style of music was unchanged.  I poised myself in the huge foyer and let my skin absorb the melodies.  It hit me suddenly that I’d be returning to a ballroom of naked couples fucking.  I’d have to search through them for my beast, my bull.  I imagined myself a hunter, a confident gun strapped to my back, and headed into the wild.
     
    The ballroom door was opened to me and the crowd was larger and more violent than before.  Screams permeated the air instead of moans.  There were devices for torture and things Ethan would call toys.  I started to second guess myself, but pushed on anyway.
     
    I shuddered at the sound of a whip cracking and a woman screaming in pain.  Her hands were tied behind her back and when I looked to see if she was okay, I saw her pussy dripping all over the floor.  I was surprised to feel mine joining in.
     
    I had to stay focused.  I needed to find Ethan.  In another corner I saw a woman tied to a table, surrounded by men taking turns with her.  She cried out but I was comforted by the hint of ecstasy in her voice.  She had a man in her mouth and her cunt, while the others jerked over her, spraying her tits with cum.
     
    It was a very different party from the one Jared and I attended weeks ago.  If this had been what I was introduced to I might have fled before even meeting Ethan.  Coming to this realization fueled my desire to find him.
     
    I began pushing through crowds of submissive men and women to their dominating counterparts, my eyes open just enough to see where I was going.  A few men called out to me as I pushed past, some grabbing my arms or spanking my ass.  It was dark and thrilling and awakened something deep in me.  I wanted to be tied down, to be owned and punished.  I wanted love but I also wanted fear and danger.
     
    It wasn’t long before I saw a familiar robust man in the middle of the room, hovering over a helpless woman like he hovered over me.  I felt a pang of jealousy at the sight, but rather than rush forward I decided to hang back and watch.  Would he take her like he tried to take me?  Could he so quickly have forgotten me?
     
    Before I could see what happened, I felt a tug on my wrist and I was quickly spun around to face a tall drunk man who had already removed his clothes.  He wasted no time and leaned in to kiss my neck, running his hands down my back and over my ass.  I tried to push him off but the more I fought the tighter he held on and I was swallowed by his body.
     
    All of a sudden I was laying on the ground, the top of my dress pulled down low enough to reveal my breasts and he devoured them like a hungry wild animal.  I wanted to find Ethan, but my body wanted something else.  My pussy throbbed as this stranger tore at me.  I was excitedly afraid.  The urgency to find Ethan played into my arousal and made the room spin.
     
    His hands moved up my dress to my silk covered cunt, and his rough fingers fumbled around my slit.  I was embarrassed at how wet I was but allowed him to continue.  He drunkenly smashed his fingers against me asking me how I liked it.  I nodded even though it was one of the most awkward things I’d ever felt.  The strangeness and the domination kept me