Blackthorn Elite: The Entire Series

by Beck, J. L.

  My heart starts to thud inside my chest like it’s trying to escape it. It can’t be? Can it? Sweat beads my brow, and I shove Bridget back and take a step forward as if that’s going to help me get a better look. The girl I’m staring at has her back to me, and I wait with bated breath for her to turn around.

  The muscles in my stomach tighten, and like a silent prayer, God answers me, and the nameless girl turns around, her soft gray eyes scan the room nervously, and I swear the air in my lungs stills. Holy fucking shit.

  “Easton,” I somehow get his name out. He looks over at me and away from the brunette that’s seconds away from crawling into his lap.

  “What? I’m trying to get my dick wet,” he growls in frustration, and all I do is lift my hand, pointing in Stella’s direction. He turns, and within seconds, his face softens. Then he looks, well… he looks like how I feel.

  Like I’ve just seen a fucking ghost.

  “She’s alive?” He speaks so low I almost don’t hear him.

  “Yes, it’s… it’s her.” I can tell, not just because of her hair or her eyes, but the perfectly sculpted shape of her body, plus she’s wearing more clothing than even the bartender. She screams innocence in a place like this. Half of the guys in here are staring at her, inviting her to come closer with their eyes.

  Any other girl in her would already be on someone’s lap, but Stella just stands there, looking thoroughly out of place. Like a damn lamb being led to the slaughterhouse.

  The uneasiness that rested heavily on my shoulders disappears in an instant. She’s alive, she’s fucking alive, and she’s… fuck, she’s working at Night Shift.

  Easton’s gaze turns to me. “We have to get her. She’s ours.” He speaks the words as if he didn’t just say we should try and forget her.

  “I thought you were trying to forget her,” I tease, wanting to see him lose it a little. Knowing that he cares for Stella as I do, only intensifies my feelings for her more.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he elbows me hard in the side, “it’s time to make it known that she belongs to us. I’m tired of other people looking and touching her. It’s time for us to bring her home.”

  “Bring her home?” I lift a questioning brow.

  Easton gives me a dark smile, “Yes, it’s time.”

  “Is that the same guy talking from an hour ago? Didn’t you say she was nothing to us? I remember something along the line of we won’t even remember her tomorrow?”

  “Shut up, and don’t look at me like that. I fucking know you think the same.”

  Indeed, I fucking do.

  “All right then, let’s make her ours.”

  52

  Stella

  My skin is crawling, and my stomach is churning. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, their stares feel like hot irons burning my skin. I’ve never in my life felt so exposed, so dirty. I feel like I’m on a platter, displayed all pretty while being prepared to be eaten.

  This was a mistake. I knew it the moment I walked in, but I didn’t know what else to do. Nothing is going to pay as good as this place does, and Grams… she needs me. Still, I have to get out of here. I’ll find another way to get the money. Keeping my eyes trained on the floor, I try to ignore the hungry looks the men in the room are giving me. I hate being looked at like I’m a steak dangling in the air in front of them. Spinning around, I start to head back to the door, I just came out of, when Katie appears out of nowhere and cuts me off.

  “You look like you’re about to run back to the dressing room.”

  How did she know?

  Not wanting to break down into a full mental breakdown, I force the words to come out slowly. “Because I am. I can’t do this, Katie. I can’t take everybody looking at me, watching me, and staring at me like I’m an alien with three eyes.”

  “You’ll get used to it, I promise, and maybe someday you’ll like it. Being the center of attention and having all the men drool over you. It’s kind of a high that you can’t get anywhere else, well besides drugs.”

  Yeah, I don’t care. I’ll never like having the spotlight on me. Thinking I could handle this… I’m stupid, so stupid.

  “I’m sorry. It’s just not for me.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she shrugs. “I get it, you’re shy. If you want to head out, I’ll tell Martie you left.”

  “Thank you, that would be great.” I almost sigh, happy that she didn’t try and push me to go back out there.

  “No problem. Hope you find a different job.” God, me too.

  I give her a weak smile before brushing past her and into the dressing rooms. My fingers are already at the door handle when someone taps me on the shoulder, making me jump about three feet off the ground.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” A deep gruff voice meets my ears. I spin around to find Martie, the club’s manager towering over me.

  “Ah… I-I’m sorry. I need to go. This is not for me—”

  “You can go after you give this guy a lap dance. Room two,” Martie orders, pointing to the small rooms in the back. With my mouth gaping open, I look back there. Did he just say lap dance? I’ve danced before, but never in a sexual way. I know this is what I came here for, but now that I’m here and actually supposed to do it, I just don’t think I have it in me.

  “I… I can’t.”

  “You can, and you will! This is one of our best customers, and he is paying double. So, get in there and shake your ass for him. I’ll let you keep $200 plus whatever tip they leave, and then you can go home.”

  I want to object again but know simply from the stern look Martie is giving me that it isn’t worth the effort.

  “Okay,” I answer, my bottom lip wobbling. Bile rises in my throat, as I turn and walk toward the doors he just pointed to. It’s only a lap dance, not like I’m dancing for an entire audience, and the other girls say I can always leave my panties on. So, all I have to show are my boobs. They’re just boobs, not a big deal, right? I can do this. I mean, what choice do I have?

  By the time I reach the door, I’ve not calmed down any, and in fact, I am shaking now. I swallow down the anxiousness that’s threatening to suffocate me and twist the doorknob, pushing the door open. The room is dark except for a dim light that shines like a spotlight in the center of the room.

  I don’t know what it is about the darkness, but something about it has the panic inside me mounting. I can’t do this. I take a step back and twist around at the same time, trying to get away. My escape plan is cut short when Martie appears out of nowhere, cutting off my path of escape.

  “I said to get in there,” he yells.

  With his arms folded over his chest, he makes himself look even bigger and stronger than he probably is, and I know I don’t have a chance of fighting him. He will squish me like a fly. My only option is to do as he says.

  Defeated, I whisper, “Okay.” The words haven’t even fully left my lips when he shoves me into the dark room. I hear someone growl from inside, but I’m too busy trying to keep my balance to see where it came from, or from who it came from. I can barely walk in these high heels as it is, and the sudden movement has me tripping over my own feet. Instead of stepping into the small room, I tumble in, landing flat on my ass. Pain radiates up my spine, and I groan in pain.

  Shit, that hurt.

  “Get up,” a familiar voice orders. I turn to where the voice is coming from. My eyes are adjusting to the dark now as I make out two large bodies sitting on a dark couch across the room. “I said, get up,” the voice insists again, and only then does it click. The deep, cruel, darkness that accompanies that voice. It slithers through me like a snake leaving behind a slimy feeling.

  Cameron and Easton.

  My true living nightmares. I don’t know if I should be relieved or more scared that it’s them and not some old, bald guy. Getting to my feet, my shaky legs barely keep me upright as I readjust the short dress I’m wearing. I wonder how they found me, or if they are just frequent visitors of this place, that i
t was fate that brought us together.

  “Take the dress off and start dancing,” Easton growls, his voice like claws dragging across my skin. Not quite piercing the skin but leaving a red mark behind. Some song I don’t know starts playing on cue, but I’m too terrified to move, let alone dance.

  When I don’t start moving, Cameron gets up from his seat and crosses the space between us in two long strides. Before I know what’s happening, he’s tugging on my dress, pulling it down my body, leaving me in nothing but some skimpy lingerie the girls let me borrow.

  When my dress is pooling around my ankles, Cam steps around me and undoes my bra. He pushes it off my shoulders but doesn’t let it fall to the ground. Instead, he surprises me by pulling my arms back.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp, twisting to see.

  “Teaching you a lesson,” he smirks and starts tying my wrists with the bra while I stand there like a deer caught in the headlights, letting it happen. “You still don’t seem to get it. You belong to us. No one touches you, and no one sees your body. Only us. You all but asked for a war showing up in this place. Do you want us to have to kill another person?” A shudder of fear rips across my skin.

  “I just—”

  “Shut up,” Easton barks out, the threatening tone making me flinch.

  Cameron grabs the back of my neck, leading me to where Easton is sitting. When I’m right in front of him, Cam grabs my arm with his free hand and lowers me to the ground, so I’m on my knees between Easton’s legs. I wince when my bare knees make contact with the cold floor, but the guys ignore my obvious discomfort.

  “Now be a good girl and suck him off,” Cam orders, pushing my head toward Easton’s lap, while he starts to undo his pants. “And remember what I said, he is not going to give you control like I did. Prepare yourself now.”

  Easton shakes his head, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. Fear wraps around my throat, making it hard to swallow. I watch nervously as Easton frees his very large and very erect cock. It’s not going to happen. No way is he going to fit in my mouth. I’ve only ever done this once, and Cameron barely fit.

  Distracted by Easton’s cock, I don’t notice until it’s too late that Cam is moving to kneel behind me, he dips his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my thighs.

  “Wait!” I yelp, panic clogging my throat. This cannot be how I’m going to lose my virginity. I’m not ready. “Please, not here. I’m not ready yet.” I refuse to let this happen in a strip club, I already feel dirty and cheap by being here. This cannot be where I lose this part of me.

  Cam’s hot breath fans against my skin, his hard body presses against mine as he whispers into the shell of my ear, “You don’t make the rules, sweetheart.”

  “We don’t care if you are ready,” Easton adds, his voice holding no mercy, “but if it makes you feel better, Cam won’t take your virginity right now. That pleasure is reserved for me. I’m gonna be the one to pop your cherry… and I’m going to do so very soon. But right now, I just want to fuck your throat.”

  Before I can object, Easton grabs my head and pulls me toward him. With my hands bound behind my back, I lose my balance, and my body falls forward, but thankfully, Cam grabs my hips and steadies me.

  “Open up,” Easton growls, and I instantly follow his command. The soft tip of his mushroom head touches my tongue, making him groan out in pleasure. The sound vibrates through my entire body, from the tip of my tongue all the way down to my toes. I don’t understand the feelings that I get when they touch me. It feels wrong, but right. Easton cradles my head with both of his hands and pulls me down, filling my mouth completely.

  At the same time, one of Cameron’s hands trails from my hip and down to my ass, sending little jolts of pleasure through my body. I’m completely at their mercy. If Cam wanted to, he could take me right here, right now. A thrill rushes through me at the thought. I’m scared, but just on the brink of panic, because deep down, I know they won’t really hurt me.

  With their hands on my body and Easton’s cock in my mouth, I feel like my senses are in overdrive, and my brain is about to explode. Pushing every thought, every worry, and every fear out of my head, I try to just feel, to let them bring me pleasure, and let myself make them feel the same. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the here and now.

  Easton steadily moves deeper and deeper into my mouth with each thrust. Holding my head in place, he starts to piston his hips as much as he can in this sitting position. His cock hits the back of my throat with each thrust, and I begin to gag around his massive length. Cam was right, Easton isn’t about giving control, he likes to maintain all of it.

  I almost start to panic, but just when I think I’m about to lose it, Cameron runs his hand from my ass down between my legs, distracting me, forcing me to feel his fingers and swallow Easton’s cock. His fingers run through my already wet folds, and when he makes contact with my swollen clit, I moan around Easton’s cock.

  Before his touch, I didn’t even realize how much I was turned on by this. Them controlling me, using my body, making me into their slave, it awakens a dark thrill inside of me. There is something so alluring about that, letting go, losing control, and allowing someone else to make all the decisions for me. It feels… freeing. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

  All the stiffness in my limbs and the shaking in my legs disappears when I let go and allow myself to feel and live in the moment, I realize that this is what I need, I relax into both of their touches. I give myself over to them, fully and completely. Body and mind. Letting them guide me in every way they see fit.

  “That’s it, relax your throat,” Easton encourages right before upping his pace. My core tightens, and warmth moves outward through my body as he truly fucks my throat now. His deep thrusts cause saliva to build in my mouth and drip out of the corners of my lips. Tears escape the corners of my eyes, and trail down my cheeks, while my lungs burn as I force myself to breathe through my nose.

  The small room is filled with a mixture of my gagging and Easton’s groaning. My entire body is melting into a puddle of mind-blowing pleasure, and then Cameron’s fingers enter me from behind, and my channel squeezes around his thick digit, my thighs quivering in response. Who knew it could feel this good?

  “I’m gonna come down your throat, and you better take it. I want you to swallow every drop I give you,” Easton orders, his cock swelling, seeming to grow even thicker in my mouth.

  Cam adds a second finger then, stretching me and making me moan around Easton’s length. His other hand snakes around my body and cups one of my breasts. As soon as he starts playing with the hard bud between his fingers, I feel myself start to come undone. The tingle deep in my core expanding. A match seconds away from being struck.

  My head swims with the lack of oxygen as Easton shoves his cock so far down my throat I can’t breathe, and still, I don’t panic. In this moment, I trust them, him. Right now, I don’t care about anything besides the feelings they’re evoking from within me.

  “Fuck…” Easton growls, halting for a moment, while deep in my throat. I can feel a warmth at the back of my throat as he comes, and this sets off my own orgasm.

  Like a wildfire ready to burn down the entire forest, pure bliss blazes through me. My back arches, and my head falls back. Easton releases me, and his cock drags out over my tongue, leaving his salty release behind. The taste is so erotic, I can’t help but want more.

  Closing my lips around him, I suck the tip of his dick right before he pulls it out of my mouth, a small popping sound filling the room. Cameron keeps his fingers inside of me, gently stroking me until the last tremors of my release have left my body.

  “Fucking Christ,” Easton groans, his head tipped back. “I didn’t think it would be that good, but you know how to suck a cock, Stella.”

  Cameron helps me straighten back up before untying my wrists. As I come down from the high, and my head and thoughts slowly clear, all the feelings I had pushed down come crashing b
ack into me with a vengeance.

  All the hurt, guilt, and fear come rushing back, threatening to swallow me whole. I can’t escape the feelings any longer. It feels like this is all my fault. Me being here, the house burning down, Grams in the hospital, that woman dying in the fire. It’s all my fault, I’m responsible for Grams, and I wasn’t there. Someone died because of me.

  Even though I’m already on my knees, I can’t hold my body up. I’m too weak, too far gone mentally.

  Lowering myself all the way to the ground, I curl into the fetal position and start crying like a baby. Sob after sob wrecks my body, dragging me down deeper and deeper into hopelessness.

  53

  Easton

  My mouth pops open as I stare at Stella, huddled like a wounded animal on the floor. What the hell? Nothing ruins a perfectly good blowjob like crying. And this wasn’t just a good blowjob, this was heaven. I’ve never felt anything like this. It was pure bliss, perfection in every way, and now… she is fucking crying.

  “Stella?” Cam whispers, reaching for her like she might disappear into the floor. She flinches away from him, and for the first time in my life, I’m unsure of what to do. Most would say I don’t have a heart, and they would be half right because I do have a heart, I just learned how to turn off the feeling coming with it. I’m a master at disconnecting what I feel but seeing Stella crying on the floor at my feet tugs at something inside of me.

  Leaning forward, I tuck my cock back into my pants and move to the edge of the couch. Staring down at Stella, all I can make out are her soft sobs. She sounds completely defeated, and all I want to do in that moment is make her feel okay. I’m a twisted son of a bitch, but I have a weakness for this girl, one that’s probably going to come and bite me in the ass at some point.