“Kiera’s joining us at The Hollow tonight. So if you don’t want to see her, I’d steer clear.”
A rush of fire ignited in my chest as my head whipped to face her. “No. That’s off limits.”
She can’t have fucking everything. I need one fucking thing to myself.
Leo tilted her head back, channeling that smug military bullshit that drove me crazy. “I mean, I guess she could stay home alone, but you haven’t seemed too happy about having her. And considering what happened last time we left you two home alone together…”
Conflicting waves of guilt and lust flooded me at the image of Kiera squirming beneath my grip. I wanted to push her until she cried. I wanted her to knowexactlywhat kind of monster I was.
There was no way I’d be able to control myself. Not if I knew she was home and alone, cowering with fear that I might be hiding around any dark corner.
I hated the idea of Kiera out with Valemont Violence. But I hated the knowledge of what she might find in the house — and what I might do to her if she did — even more.
“Whatever. Enjoy your straight girl while it lasts.” I slammed the door behind me, letting the glass walls shake as I pulled down the blinds.
None of this would matter in a few hours. Tonight, I would finally have my audience with The Oracle, and if all went well, an extraction would be imminent.
I snarled at the sight of her clinging to Leo as I pulled the last curtain shut.It doesn’t matter what she sees tonight — she’ll be gone by the morning once I have my say.
43
KIERA
Pulling down my skirt,I bit my lip.
What do I even wear to this thing?
Leo had agreed to let me come to The Hollow, whatever the fuck that was. But she had been entirely too vague about the dress code.
Adjusting the fishnets around my legs, I tilted my head at myself in the mirror. Between the sinister name and my saviors’ general vibe, I figured wherever we were headed would be grungy with a hint of luxury.
All that considered, a lacy, black top with a simple red bra underneath felt like a safe bet. Punky enough to blend in with these hardcore bikers without looking like I was trying too hard.God, I hope it doesn’t look like I’m trying too hard.
Standing up in front of the mirror, I gave a light bounce, admiring the way my tits bounced in the push-up.Yep, Spencer’s definitely going to like that.
Before doubt could creep back in, I crossed the room and touched up my mascara.
I couldn’t say Gabriel was a fan of my style. He always hated when I’d go out like this, even if it was just to a bar. But he hated nothing more than what I would wear to his corporate events.
He always complained that they were too dark, too sexy, too provocative for something “serious.”
Fucking prick.
Just as the irritation was starting to heat my cheeks, a deep voice came from the doorway. “Holy hell.”
A smile painted my lips as I met Spencer’s gaze in the mirror. And then Leo’s.
“Goddamn.” Leo grumbled.
“You sure it’s okay?” I wasn’t sure who I was asking. Both of them I guess.
Nodding in sync, they clambered into my room, nearly bowling each other over as they pushed past the doorway.
“It’s perfect, Bunny.” Spencer smirked as her eyes traveled down my body. Walking past me, she let the tips of her fingers run along my thighs, the fishnets tugging under her hands.
My throat tightened as I looked into her dark eyes, a glint of excitement in them. “You don’t look so bad yourself, roomie.”
And she didn’t. Her tight jacket hugged her lean muscles in all the right places. The baggy t-shirt underneath might try to hide her abs, but the ripped, grey jeans on the bottom gave a window to just how muscular her legs were.
