Saint takes my wrist, pulling me back from his cousin, his eyes roaming appreciatively over my Strider SMF. “Do you always bring blades to parties?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” I quip, sliding my blade back into the holder strapped to my thigh.
He grins, holding my gaze prisoner with that lethal lens of his, and I return his stare. “You made your point, princess.”
“And you still haven’t answered my question.” I keep my eyes locked on his. “Why do you need Parker, and don’t insinuate it’s her cunt or her cocksucking skills because we both know that’s bullshit.”
He plants my feet on the ground and stands. Clasping my hand, he walks me down the stage toward Finn and his pathetic crew, while I try to ignore the tremors zipping up and down my arm from his touch.
He stops in front of them, keeping a tight hold of my hand.
Finn glances warily at Saint before sharing a look with Brooklyn. Brooklyn slows his thrusting pace while Parker’s mouth makes a loud popping sound as she releases Finn’s dick.
“Don’t stop,” Saint says. “The princess is going to give you a few tips.” He shoots me a wicked grin.
Asshole.
“She deems your cocksucking skills lacking.”
Her eyes narrow calculatingly. “I could always give you a personal demonstration, Saint,” she purrs, ignoring the scowl her boyfriend sends her way. “And you can make your own assessment.”
Saint scrubs a hand along his prickly jaw, looking like he might actually be considering it. “Tempting,” he says, winking at her. Finn growls, and he truly is an idiot. Saint grins like all his birthdays have come at once. “But we have a rule about sharing.”
Parker’s eyes legit light up. “I can blow you all.” Her eagerness is spew-worthy.
“Parker!” Finn snaps, glaring at his girlfriend as his erection noticeably wilts.
“You’re used to being shared,” Saint adds, licking his lips as if he’s genuinely interested. “We’ll put it to a vote.”
“Like fucking hell you will,” Finn spits, swaying a little as he attempts to face up to Saint. “She’s mine.”
“News flash.” Saint grins viciously. “I don’t think your slut got the memo.” Saint reaches down, caressing her cheek, and she stares adoringly at him despite his slur.
Unbridled rage courses through me, and I’m done pussyfooting around. “It’s her loss, Finn,” I cut in, keeping my voice level and my face devoid of the red-hot jealousy slaying me on the inside. “And my gain.”
I yank my hand out of Saint’s, shoving him aside so I can press up against a very naked Finn. “You know I suck like a pro and can go all night. How long did we fuck at Robbin’s party that time?” I pretend to count in my head. “I believe it was six hours straight.” I smile seductively, piercing him with a lustful look. “I’m game for a repeat if you are.”
Parker loses her shit, as I predicted. “You fucked that stupid slut?” she screeches at Finn, jumping up and lunging at me.
But she’s high, drunk, and a fucking imbecile, and I’m way faster on my feet. I have her in a headlock with my knife pressed to her neck before she’s even realized it. “Why am I the slut and your boyfriend isn’t? Huh? Haven’t you heard it takes two to tango?” I smile smugly at Saint as I spy Galen, Caz, and Theo approaching from behind. “To be clear, he wasn’t your boyfriend at the time. We were both single and free to fuck our brains out all night long, which we sooooo did.” I press the knife into her neck as she wriggles against me, and the blade cuts her skin.
She screams like I’ve just gutted her, and I remove my knife from her throat before I accidentally kill her.
If I end up in jail, I want it to be for something worthwhile.
Stepping back, I thrust her at Finn. “You deserve a fucking medal for putting up with that shit. I’m guessing her pussy is a better ride than her mouth because there sure as fuck isn’t anything else going for her.”
“Galen. Escort our guests to the front door. They’ve overstayed their welcome,” Saint instructs in a clipped voice. The veins in his neck are bulging, and the venom oozing from his eyes says he wants to throttle me and Finn.
“What?” Parker shrieks, her heavy tits wobbling with the motion. “You can’t throw me out! I came through for you.”
“And you’ll be rewarded in another lifetime for your cooperation,” Caz says, smirking.
“I’ll fucking warn them. I’ll—” Caz slams his hand over her mouth, silencing her before she says too much.
Warn who and about what? My mind starts working overtime. What does she have or who does she know that gives Parker leverage with the Saints? I need to dig into her connections to see if I can find out.
Finn looks at her with disdain, grabbing his clothes and stalking toward the door without giving her another look. Beth slides her hand in Brooklyn’s, and they walk off too.
Saint pins his full death glare on Parker as he pushes his face into hers, and she shrinks back from the potent evil radiating from his gaze. “You open that useless mouth of yours and it will be the last thing you ever do.” His voice drips with menace and lethal promise.
She gulps, nodding, her eyes wide with fear.
“Get her the fuck out of my house,” Saint says to Theo.
“Your house?” I plant my hands on my hips, giving him some serious stink eye.
Parker offers no protest as Theo takes her arm, scooping up her clothes and hauling her out of the room. I’m sure once she recovers she’ll come after me like a rabid junkie seeking her next hit, and I curse my damn emotions for getting the better of me. Parker doesn’t even rate on the scale of threats I’m dealing with, but she’s an annoying gnat I could do without. I should’ve shut my mouth and ignored my jealousy.
Saint lifts his head, piercing me with a look so full of hatred it has to be seen to be believed. His eyes are like laser beams slicing me clear in half, and my heart picks up pace as my body floods with adrenaline at the impending threat. It takes iron-strong willpower to hold my ground when he pushes up into me, wrapping his hands around the nape of my neck and squeezing in a way he knows hurts.
“My house,” he grits out. “My pussy.” He grabs my crotch through my dress. “My rules.” His face darkens and his chest vibrates with naked anger, and God help me, I’m seriously fucked in the head because it should completely terrify me, but instead, my panties are drenched and I ache for him as my body craves his in a way I don’t fully understand.
Saint oozes power, authority, danger, and pure raw sex in equal measures, and I’m attracted to all parts of him. There’s no point trying to deny it anymore, and maybe, Sariah is right, and I need to change the playbook.
“I will hurt you, Harlow.” He digs his nails into my neck and squeezes my crotch. My body thrums in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. My heart pounds in my chest, and blood shoots through my veins, electrifying me. “I will make your life intolerable.” He shoves me off him forcefully, and I lose my balance, falling back on the bed. He crawls over me, and I hold myself still as he hovers on top of me. “You will obey me, or the torture you suffered as a kid will pale in comparison to the suffering I’ll inflict on your body.”