“I needed to speak with my father,” he explained, draping an arm across my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” He directed to his cousin.
“I was on my way to get cleaned up, and stopped your little doll to say hello,” he smiled.
Why did he lie?
“Hurry up; you know we can’t start without you,” Mason told him, already walking me back down the hall towards the staircase. Declan said something in response, but I couldn’t understand what it was.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re going to have dinner.”
Dinner? With his family?
He might as well have just told me we were going to be dining in hell.
Chapter Seven
I felt like a dirty pauper invading a king’s castle, out of my element in a land of psychopaths. Maybe it was better to compare myself to a jester, simply in attendance for entertainment purposes.
I was the only girl in the room. Mason’s father, who I now knew was named Julian, sat at the head of the table—typical. His cousin sat across from us, and three other men I was assuming were related to him sat around us.
There hadn’t been a chance to protest before Mason had me down the stairs and standing in the limelight for all to see. My hair was still wet, and Mason made sure to remind me there was nothing beneath my dress, casually stroking my thigh every few minutes, his fingers getting a little higher each time.
I stared down at the white table linen, robotically putting mashed potatoes in my mouth. The food smelled delicious, but I couldn’t taste it.
When a large finger skimmed over my pussy lips, I almost dropped my spoon. I fought not to jerk or tell him to stop. How humiliating would it be if the whole table knew what he was doing? Even worse, I knew he could feel the moisture pooling between my legs.
My body was a treacherous whore. I shouldn’t have been so turned on, willing to let him sit me on top of the table and wrap my legs around his waist if it came down to it.
“Where is my sister?” I turned and asked him, mainly to stop him from touching me, but also because I wanted to know. If we were all eating, where was she?
“You think I would let your cunt of a sister sit at my table?” Julian interjected before Mason could answer.
I looked at him, failing to hold his gaze. If Mason ever got as intimidating as this asshole, I would never be able to relax around him.
He was clearly in on this, which made me the odd one out. I bit my inner cheek and looked back down at the table.
“Uncle J.” Declan managed to catch my eye and shot me an apologetic look, shaking his head. He seemed to be the most stable Andreou in the room, which said a lot.
“She’s can’t leave her room,” Mason finally responded, paying no mind to his father’s outburst.
That’s good for you!A part of me rejoiced, knowing that meant she had done something that warranted her being locked away. Jesus, what was the matter with me?
“What do you mean? Why can’t she?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he answered absentmindedly after a few minutes. He eventually fell into a conversation with the man beside him, no longer paying me attention.
He gave me nothing, and it was so tiring. How could he expect me to sit here like an obedient dog and just accept everything he did?
Because that’s what you are.
Katie Cormick didn’t talk back, she didn’t stand up for herself when it counted, anddoormatcould have been stamped on her forehead. Katie was a spineless idiot.
Slightly shifting so that my dress lowered a little way back down, I took a sip of water and then casually stood up and walked out of the room.
I heard Mason call my name but didn’t bother stopping. It wasn’t until I was back upstairs in front of the double doors that he caught up to me.
