Black night faded into gray morning. I stared at the ceiling until it blurred. I was so sick of this. Sick of being on Grim’s puppet strings. But I wasn’t really the damsel in distress type. I was more the “light myself on fire to burn your house down” kind of person.
So I would set Grim’s world on fire until it was nothing but ash. So he’d know exactly how I felt in this moment, and all the moments that led to this.
What did a Horseman really care about? What couldn’t they stand to lose? I sat up on my elbows, looking to the shadows at my door.
It was time Grim lost something for once.
How would he feel if I fucked one of his brothers?
If I tried to fuck Wraith, pretty sure he’d kill me first.
If I went for Raze, he’d tell me to fuck off.
Lock…I assessed the six-foot-tall figure shadowing my door. Well, he’ll put his cock in anything that moves.
So as the sun rose, lighting my room up in golds and yellows and whites, I planned. I went to my closet and picked out a lacy, pale-pink Cadolle guêpière. I slid into the top, laces open at the back, with matching lace panties.
“Lock?” I called through the door.
He opened the door, his unruly black hair falling over pale-gold skin and blue eyes. A joint poked out of his pierced lips.
He arched a pierced black brow at my state of undress. “Princess.”
“I can’t call my girl, because, well, you’re here.” I turnedaround, giving him my back, where the corset was undone. “Can you help me with the laces?”
His calloused hands rubbed against my flesh, gripping the laces.
It’s working.
And when Grim finds out, he’ll be?—
Before I could finish my thought, Lock tightened them so I couldn’t fucking breathe. He stabbed his joint into the wall above me.
“Think you’re safe? Think I won’t fuck you because I know you’re fucking my brother?” I had a half second to register what he said before he gripped my hair, ripping me back so I had a view of his sharp jaw.
“You look like you love it rough, princess.” His lips were hot against my ear. “I won’t fuck you because you’re so goddamn beneath me.”
He shoved me off him and I stumbled, grabbing my vanity for stability.
Fucking Grim?
Grim won’t even fucking kiss me.
I spun around and he snapped a picture of me with his phone. “Not beneath my spank bank, though. Nice tits, princess.”
Lock turned to leave.
“Did he ever tell you about the night of our contract?” I said to his back. “It’s an interesting story, but he doesn’t always get it right.”
He stilled for a half moment, then shut the door after him.
Time for the real trick.
It wasn’t like I didn’t expect this. It was no secret the Horsemen were into kinky, fucked-up shit. Shit most girlswould balk at, yet still had girls lining up around the block to be their willing victims.
But you didn’t rule the Underworld by thinking with your cock. They were cold, calculated, ruthless.
They didn’t care about my ten-thousand-dollar tits or my perfect glowing skin. The ass I spent at least an hour a day on meant nothing to them. All the pieces of me, the parts I bought, chiseled, and erased so that I could be perfect—so that I could bepowerful—had no effect on them.
