“Same thing we do every night at the moment,” I deadpanned, the mind numbing boredom of this fucking quarantine situation already making me ache with a need for violence and freedom, and we’d only been locked in this fucking school for a short time.
“So Saint said we have to stay in?” she asked with a sigh.
“Saint’s not the boss of me,” I growled.
“Mmmhmm.”
I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to drive a wedge between me and the other Night Keepers, trying to goad the beast in me. But what she didn’t realise about Saint being in charge was that I liked it that way. I had no interest in controlling the masses and I didn’t give a shit about making decisions and hard choices. All I cared about was the rush of the fight. So if people saw me as Saint’s guard dog, held tight on his chain to be unleashed at his whim, that was just fine by me. I didn’t give a shit. Because it wasn’t true. I did what I wanted. And it just so happened that I wanted to be pointed in the direction of fuckers to mess up from time to time. I didn’t mind being set loose with my fists and fury at his beck and call one little fucking bit. Because whenever he offered me up a fresh victim, he was just feeding the beast within me. And that fucker was always hungry.
“You want me to take you out then, baby?” I asked her, seeing exactly what she was angling for. But if she was willing to test me, she’d better be ready to accept the consequences for it.
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes all hot with the dare. “I do.”
I smirked at her, getting to my feet and pulling her up with me. “Come on then. But I’m not taking you out dressed like a fucking secretary.”
A breath of laughter escaped her and I caught her hand, dragging her up the stairs to Saint’s room with a smile playing around my lips.
“Are we allowed up here?” she asked hesitantly.
“No. Do you think we’ll get in trouble?” I asked, throwing a look at her over my shoulder.
“Definitely,” she breathed.
“And does that turn you on?”
Tatum didn’t reply, but the way she bit her lip told me it did.
I headed straight for Saint’s closet and pulled her inside.
“Strip,” I commanded. “But you can keep the underwear on.”
I headed down the rack of clothes Saint had bought her, eyeing most of it dismissively until I found a pair of leather pants and pulled them off the rack. That asshole had clearly bought them knowing I’d like her in them and despite the bullshit he tried to spout about wanting her to look pristine all the damn time, I knew he wanted her roughed up sometimes too.
I searched the rack of tops but couldn’t find anything I liked so I grabbed her a tight black tank instead.
I turned back to find she hadn’t taken off the secretary getup and I growled at her as I moved forward to help her out of it. Tatum’s eyes widened as I closed in on her, but she was too late to stop me now. She’d had her chance to do this the easy way.
I ripped the shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere and she yelped in alarm as she flinched back, making her tits bounce with the movement.
“Am I ripping the pants off too?” I asked, wondering if we should just stay in instead of going out after all.
“I can do it,” she growled, clearly less than impressed about my caveman attitude but I just didn’t give a shit. Not a single one.
She shrugged out of the remains of the shirt and I caught her arm to get a closer look at it as my gaze caught on a rose shaped scar on the inside of her forearm.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“Don’t tell me you have a scar fetish?” she accused, rolling her eyes as she jerked her arm back out of my grip.
“Naw. But I’ve got a violence fetish and scars usually go hand in hand with violence.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you but not this one.”
She didn’t seem inclined to tell me any more about it, but I soon forgot it as she dropped her pants too. Saint may have had questionable taste in clothes for her, but he’d done an exceptional job on the underwear and I was more than happy to appreciate the view of her modelling it for me.
I folded my arms and watched as she changed into the clothes I’d given her, my gaze snagging on the way the leather pants hugged her ass.
I’m gonna bite that peachy ass one day real soon.
“Satisfied?” she asked, cocking her head at me like a real rich bitch and damn near stomping that foot. I swear if she did it though I’d be out. I couldn’t stand those fucking girls.
“Not quite,” I said, moving forward and grabbing her tank top right beneath her tits before ripping the material in half. She gasped as I yanked the bottom half off of her and I smirked at the look of my home made crop top on her body. “Much better.”
Tatum gaped at me for a moment but a smile soon pulled at those lips. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?”
“Naw, baby, I’m much worse than an animal. They never kill for sport.” I leaned in close as her breath caught and I clawed my fingers into her perfectly styled hair, messing it up until it looked like she’d just woken up from a night filled with fucking. Perfect.
I turned away from her and grabbed one of Saint’s black shirts from the rack before hanging it in the middle of the white section. Next, I opened his cufflink drawer and swapped three of the boxes around.
“He’s gonna lose the plot when he finds that,” Tatum breathed and her voice was rough with excitement as her blue eyes danced with energy.
“That’s the point, baby, you wanna join me?”
She only hesitated for a moment before hurrying to my side and taking a pair of his sweatpants from the perfectly piled stack. She turned them inside out, folded them perfectly again and slipped them back into the pile beneath another pair.
“Are you as wet for me as I am hard for you right now?” I teased, watching her as she fucked with the demon who owned her like she wasn’t afraid for her life. Or maybe she was but she just knew the thrill of it was worth the consequences like I did.
“Probably, but I’m still not adding sex to our deal.”
Her response surprised me so much that a real laugh tore from my lips. She looked up at me with a laugh of her own and I was seriously tempted to test her resolve on that decision. But I was more tempted to see more of what she was like when she was breaking the rules.
“C’mon my little rebel. We’ve got a date to attend.” I picked up the clothes she’d taken off and tossed them in the laundry basket so that Saint wouldn’t know she’d been in here too easily before hurrying back out onto the balcony and down the stairs with Tatum on my heels.
We crossed the living room but before we made it past the couch, Tatum shrieked and stumbled backwards.
I turned to look at her in confusion as she leapt up onto the couch and pointed at the floor. “Holy shit, look at that thing!”
I followed her arm and spotted the huge spider scuttling across the flagstones, a laugh bursting from my lips as I realised what had gotten her all skittish.
“Don’t tell me you can fuck with Saint’s perfect closet without pissing yourself, but at the sight of a little spider you shit your pants?” I teased.
“Shut up and get rid of it!” she demanded and I arched a brow at her tone.