“You want to peel it off me?” I taunt, taking a step toward Caz.
“Fuck yeah.” He thrusts his hips forward, unbuttoning his jeans. “Come ride me, princess.”
“Caz,” Saint commands in that deadly low tone of his as he grabs my wrist, tugging me down on his lap. “Pull your shit together.” Saint whips his head to Galen while settling me on his lap. “Cut him off now.”
Galen tugs the blunt from between Caz’s lips and slaps him across the face. “Sober up, shithead.”
Caz flips him the bird as Saint’s arm wraps around my body, holding me in place. He blatantly stares down the front of my dress, and I glare at him.
“Seriously, asshole? Everyone here knows you’re going to be my stepbrother. I’m off-limits, so that means keep your grabby hands to yourself.” I attempt to pull his arm away, but it’s like trying to move a ten-ton weight.
He looks at me with a familiar amused grin. “We’re not blood related. I can fucking stare at you whenever I want and touch you however I like.” He lowers his gaze to my chest again, and his arm moves higher, brushing the undersides of my breasts.
This guy is so confusing. He says he hates me, and he looks at me sometimes like he wants to rip my insides out and hang me from my entrails upside down. But I know he feels the intense chemistry between us too, because other times, he blatantly undresses me with his eyes and his dark, lust-fueled gaze speaks to all the naughty things he wants to do to my body.
I think it’s fair to say Saint is as torn up about me as I am about him, and he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about it either.
But I didn’t stay home tonight to attend this party only to be distracted. I have two things to achieve, and I’m determined to handle both before the night is over.
CHAPTER 14
MY GAZE LATCHESon to agenda item number one, and I stare at Parker and Finn as if I’m looking through them.
I spotted them entering the room a little while ago and that’s when I snuck a quick look. The guys didn’t notice me poking my head in here, or I’m sure they would’ve had one of their minions drag me in. I’ve spent the hours before Sariah and the guys arrived dodging the Saints’ hired hands and watching my cell like a demented person, waiting for Darrow to call.
I don’t have complete faith he can do this, and I hope I haven’t made a worthless deal with the devil, but I haven’t written him off just yet.
The Arrows despise The Sainthood, and I’m relying on that hatred to work to my advantage. But I’m under no illusion when it comes to Darrow’s loyalty. He’s loyal to himself first and foremost, and I’m only a means to an end, irrespective of his professions of love.
Darrow would throw his own mother under the bus if he thought there was something in it for him.
I swivel on Saint’s lap, feeling his solid erection press against my ass, as I look down at him. His eyes darken, and the hold around my waist strengthens. “What?” he asks in a guarded tone and it’s almost comical.
I sweep my fingers across his brow. “I think the drugs must have gone to your head. Why else would you invite Finn, Parker, Brooklyn, and Beth? Losing your touch,Saintly?”
He smirks, and his tongue darts out as he purposely trails his gaze to the mattress where Parker is blowing Finn while his bestie Brooklyn fucks her from behind.
Beth is lying flat on her back underneath them, sucking on Parker’s tits as Brooklyn fingers her cunt. From the glazed looks in their eyes, I can tell they are all completely wasted.
Saint watches me watching with a calculated edge to his expression.
“Nothing I do is without reason, princess.” He pauses for a second, his eyes meeting Parker’s as she turns her head in his direction, eye-fucking Saint while she’s sucking Finn’s cock and taking Brooklyn’s dick for a ride.
She really is a conniving, disloyal bitch.
“Parker has something I want,” he admits.
“Well, it can’t be her mouth because I’ve seen grannies suck popsicles with more skill than that.”
Caz chuckles. Galen smirks. And Theo warns me with a sharp look. The latter’s attempts to ingratiate himself to me are wearing thin.
Saint’s eyes glint with wicked intent. “You could do better?”
“In my fucking sleep.” I pin sultry eyes on Caz. “I don’t remember Caz complaining.” I deliberately omit mention of Galen even though I sucked his cock too, because neither of us need reminding of that.
“Our princess gives good head,” he confirms, waggling his brows.
Galen snarls. “You can put that on your résumé. At least you’ll have one skill set you can brag about.”
