The Unfortunates (Unfortunate #1) (6 page)

Vince moves from behind me, stepping closer to his brother.
“Why the sudden attachment? Father told me you didn’t want an Unfortunate.”

Kade extends his hand and I pass him his
drink. “I don’t,” he says. He sips his whiskey and swallows. “But you do and that’s good enough for me.”

I’m stuck between two bickering brother
s—both seemingly as controlling and aggressive as each other. I give them both a quick once over to compare similarities. While Kade is tall, dark, and handsome, Vince is shorter and his features are more boyish and playful. Where Vince’s messy hair grows, adding to his carefree persona, Kade’s is cut short and groomed well, adding to his own disciplined personality. In short, I’m a hell of a lot more terrified of Kade than I am of Vince. 

Kade saunters
forward, swallowing the distance between us, and he grips my jaw. I grit my teeth as he treats me like an animal. “Look at her. No Fortunate in their right mind would refuse owning her, and besides, I have plans.”

“The Black H
ouse?”

I don’t know what the
Black House is, but I don’t like it. I don’t like the way it sounds or the devious gleam Vince gets in his eyes when he said it.

“No
, better than that.”

“You’re delirious
. What use is an Unfortunate outside of the bedroom?”

With a quick flick of my long hair,
Vince saunters off, collecting a glass off a passing tray. Kade’s hand doesn’t leave my face, and when Vince disappears into a throng of Fortunate women, Kade yanks me in his direction. “Avoid my brother at all costs, do you understand?”

“Why?
”

“T
hat was a direct question. Answer it.”

“Yes.” His thick fingers squeeze harder and I openly wince. “Yes, Master Kade.”

“Good.” He releases me. “If he so much as lays a finger on you, you are out of here. Do you understand?”

I nod. Rules don’t come any clearer than that
, and thankfully, it’s a rule I can easily follow. I don’t want Vince putting his fingers on me either.

“G
o get cream and ice for your shoulder. I want it healed as quickly as possible, then go to your quarters and remain there until I call for you.”

“Yes, Master Kade.”

With that, he simply turns away and storms off. I feel every muscle in my body relax when he disappears. He makes me anxious, more so than anyone else here… maybe it’s because he has complete control over me… whatever it is, I don’t like it.

∞ Kade ∞

The Black House.

It was Kade’s
favourite place growing up. As a teenage boy, nothing was better than getting blowjobs or having sex. From sixteen to twenty he visited the Black House regularly, as did a lot of the Fortunates. Sure, you could fuck any slave you wanted in house, but those slaves didn’t understand the art of pleasure like the ones in the Black House did. They were trained to please… and boy, did they please.

Usually, when
a Fortunate received an above average Unfortunate, they were smart enough to send them to the Black House for other Fortunates to pay to use. The money you could make off a decent Unfortunate was almost endless. Kade was strangely happy that he would never have to use the Black House again now he had his own special Unfortunate, one everyone in this entire city was drooling over. He was thankful his father had a strong relationship with Soyer, the moderator assigned to the Unfortunate camp. If he didn’t, Nine would have ended up with a Knowle… or worse, a Miller. Both houses were known to be a little… sex-driven. In fact, you could find a Knowle inside the Black House at any time of day. If they sank their claws in Nine first, she’d have been fucked, beaten, and broken long before her branding ceremony even began.

How anyone could put pussy above finance was beyond Kade. Sure, he liked to fuck just as much as the next guy, but if it came down to his cock or his money, paint him abstinent.

Kade sat in his plush seat with his ankle resting on his knee. He twirled his drink in his right and watched an Unfortunate get fucked from behind right in front of him. He watched her breasts jiggle every time the man thrust into her. She knew he was watching, and every now and then, her eyes would flick to Kade’s and glaze over with lust. She wished it was him that was fucking her from behind and Kade’s hard cock wished it was him too, but he had only come to watch, not partake… at least not yet, anyway.

A light touch snapped Kade’s mind from his throbbing dick to the woman in front of him. His gaze focused on her face as her blonde hair fell around her shoulder
s as she leaned in. Elizabeth, the girl Kade wanted to see.

“You took your time
,” Kade grumbled, pissed she’d kept him waiting.

“Well, I was offended that you wanted to fuck in the Black House.” She pressed
an index finger between his legs and circled her long, red nail against the fabric, causing Kade to strain harder against his zipper. “Consider my tardiness your punishment for bringing me here.”

He dropped his glass against the carpet, spilling the liquid into the rug
, and rose to his feet. He walked away from the fucking couple, and into the next room. It was empty, filled only by a large bed and elegant wall hangings. Kade didn’t care much for interior design and obvious words like ‘rug’ or ‘gold curtains’ was all he cared to use to describe such furnishings. He didn’t care what they looked like or what they felt like, because to him, it didn’t matter.

Elizabeth
closed the door and leaned against the wood while Kade pulled at his tie, loosening it.

“Dress. Off
,” he demanded.

Kade wasn’t in the mood to peel it from her and he didn’t have time. All he wanted was a quick release and he hoped it would be satisfying enough to keep him
in
his bed and Nine out of it.

“No wining and dining?”
she teased.

“I haven’t wined and dined you since I was sixteen
years old.” He yanked his jacket off and threw it to the floor. “Remove the dress.” Kade began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before pulling at the buttons that lined his torso.

“Are we
fucking here so your new Unfortunate doesn’t see us?”

The
snarky tone in her voice didn’t pass Kade by. “You’re jealous?” he wondered aloud, smiling slightly.

“Of an Unfortunate?” She laughed once. “Don’t be stupid. I’m better looking than her.”

Kade surveyed Elizabeth’s long, blonde curls and didn’t deny she was beautiful, but she just wasn’t… different. He’d known Elizabeth her entire life and when he looked into her face he still saw that same little girl, only now she wasn’t so little… or innocent. Kade’s father had always wanted him to marry into the Miller family, but Kade openly detested the Millers, much to Elizabeth’s anguish. Kade didn’t want to marry into any family and he didn’t want any other family to marry into his. He was positive he could make his family the ruling family on his own… and he would. The only thing weighing him down was his brother, Vince. He didn’t care about society or the family. He wanted the glory and dominance that came with being one of the four houses, but Vince was a stupid boy who followed his cock in whatever direction it was, and at the moment it was pointing at Nine. Kade wouldn’t let Vince jeopardize Nine’s virginity. Nine could be a very powerful tool in the eventual climb of the Sario house. Cocks would follow her in any direction… and if she tasted as sweet as she looked, victory was his.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me
,” Elizabeth growled, her body noticeably tensing. She was such a vain creature, always needing praise and validation.

“I heard you.”

“I’m better looking than her,” she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes,
Elizabeth.” Kade sighed, unbuckling his belt. “You’re beautiful.” He was beginning to regret this whole situation. He didn’t have the patience to play Elizabeth’s games of vanity. He never did.

With a proud smirk, she sauntered closer. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”

“Of course I think she’s beautiful,” he snapped. “I wouldn’t have accepted her otherwise.” Kade had never thought of himself as a shallow man… until that sentence fell from his lips.

“Do you want to fuck her?”

Yes
. Nine was the reason Kade was about to fuck Elizabeth twice in one day. He
never
fucked Elizabeth twice in one day. The last time he did, she went ahead and assumed she meant something more to him, telling people they were together. Kade had clarified to Elizabeth before they started having sex that it was only to quench his desire to come and she accepted that fact. It had been years since that conversation, nine years to be exact, and Kade never let Elizabeth forget it. Kade dropped his pants, allowing his hard erection to spring free. Elizabeth’s blue gaze dropped to his cock and it twitched in response.

“I’ve been fighting this erection since she stepped into my room
, and the second you mention her name, I get hard again.” Elizabeth’s eyes thinned into jealous slits. “You tell me if I want to fuck her or not.”

She stepped forward, pulling at the lace that
held the bodice of her dress together. Slowly, it started to unravel and Kade found himself eagerly waiting for her alluring breasts to be free from the inconvenient fabric. “Well, she’s not here. All you have is me.”

Kade ignored the possessive tone of her voice.
Elizabeth had always claimed Kade as hers, but she knew damn well he couldn’t be claimed. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted—whoever the hell he wanted—and no woman would change that. Elizabeth’s generous bust poured out of the fabric, making Kade’s fingers twitch against his thigh. She had the perfect nipple to breast ratio—even he appreciated that.

“All I have is you?” Kade muttered, flicking
a finger over her hard nipple. Her breath caught in her throat and she inched closer. He ignored the tone in which Elizabeth said ‘all you have is me.’ He could prove her wrong this second and drag in the girl who was being fucked from behind ten minutes ago and prove that assumption incorrect. She stepped even closer and Elizabeth’s usual clove and daisy scent filtered through him, but it didn’t set fire to his blood like Nine’s cherry smell did. He wanted to fist her auburn locks as he took her roughly from behind.

“Dress off. Bed now.”

Elizabeth slipped her dress down her petite frame and over her narrow hips. Without anything but a sexy glance over her shoulder, she climbed onto the bed. Kade was on her in a flash, gripping her thighs and rolling her onto her back. He kissed her, crushing his lips to hers and tasting nothing but wine and cherries. The taste alone was enough to make him come. His hand found its way between her legs and he slid a finger between her bare, wet lips. Elizabeth shuddered against Kade’s body and he smiled. He’d always enjoyed making a woman feel good. Nothing made him feel manlier than making a woman come on his cock or fingers.

“You’re a big boy now,”
Elizabeth purred underneath him as she slipped a hand between their bodies and grabbed a hold of his length. “I don’t want to come on your hands.”

Kade pulled his hips back to allow for more room as she dragged the very tip of him across her wet, slippery entrance. She was wet—she always was for him. Minimal fo
replay went into sex with Elizabeth and if he was being honest, Kade hated skipping foreplay, especially when he didn’t intend to make the woman come through sex. How do you build up the excitement and the pleasure without foreplay? To him, foreplay was the opening scene, and sex, the secondary act. If you don’t have a girl writhing and screaming your name before sex even starts, you’ve already disappointed her. Women are difficult creatures; for example, when a woman touches a man’s cock, it feels good—
everywhere.
On the head, on the shaft, at the base and even the balls, but when a man touches a woman’s pussy, he has to hit the right spots. It’s like guessing the right code to a safe by going off the sounds and vibrations it emits. Get it wrong and it’s a wasted effort. Get it right and you’re open to endless possibilities and pleasures. A well-wound, aroused woman will do anything for her release, her reservation drops away and she’ll moan, scream, and beg for you to make her come. She’ll show you exactly what she likes, taking all of the work off you and putting it on herself.
That
was Kade’s base line to epic sex. Please her, and she’ll take you to places you’ve never been before.

He felt her opening s
tretch as she slowly slipped his cock lower, and without hesitation, he thrust, sinking himself deep inside her with a husky groan. Elizabeth pulled her hand away and immediately sank her sharp nails into his backside as she moaned and pulled him harder into her. He gritted his teeth as her nails began to cut the skin; it was a pain that Kade loved. It was the pain of passion, a mutual passion.

Kade wanted this to be over quickly, but once he was inside her tight hole, sliding in and out so seamlessly
, he wanted the feeling to last forever. That wasn’t going to happen, however. Kade had things he needed to do, maps he needed to study, so he began to thrust harder, faster, deeper, until Elizabeth’s walls began to squeeze and milk him for all that he had.