I glance behind me. “I’ll meet you back out in the main room.”
Sariah slants a look at me, and we silently communicate. I nod, and she takes her boyfriend’s hand, drawing him away. I quirk a brow at Emmett. It’s his call.
He casts a wary eye at the group of four guys and two girls on our left. It’s a total free-for-all. Two of the guys are fucking the girls, and the other two guys are fucking one another. “I’ll pass,” Emmett says, adding, “You sure you want to do this alone?”
“I’ll be fine.” I subtly raise the hem of my dress on one side, showing the blade strapped to my upper outer thigh.
His eyes blaze with heat, and I caution him with a firm look. I’ve no doubt Saint is watching us, and that guy misses nothing.
“Okay. But if you’re not back in fifteen minutes, I’m coming to get you.”
“I think someone has a hero complex,” I tease.
“I fucking mean it, Lo.”
He levels a glare at the stage, and I tug on his arm to capture his attention.
What the fuck is he doing antagonizing them?
“Think of your sister,” I whisper, and that snaps him into place. He turns and leaves, and I watch until he’s closed the door behind him before turning back around and walking toward my soon-to-be stepbrother.
“Princess. How good of you to join us,” Saint drawls, patting his lap like I’m a dog.
“Thrones?” I ignore him, quirking a brow and placing my hands on my hips. “Really? Aren’t you guys supposed to be saintly and shit?”
He cocks his head to the side, that smug superior grin plastered on his mouth as he pats his lap again. I guess the guy is used to chicks obeying his every wish and command. He’ll soon realize that’s not me.
“You’ll have to change your name to The Kinghood.” My lips twitch. “Or maybe The Dickhood would be better,” I add in a deliberately breathy tone as I lean down into his face. “Because you’re all such dicks.”
I straighten up, smirking as his nostrils flare. Saintly did not like that.
“Looking sexy, babe. C’mere,” Caz calls outs from his slouched position on his throne. “That dress is straight fire.” His leg is thrown over one arm of the chair, and he’s doing nothing to hide the massive bulge in his dark jeans as he smokes a blunt and shamelessly ogles me. The guys are all bare chested, and I’m sure it’s a calculated move to have every female in the vicinity panting after them.
I’m doing my best not to fall into that category, but damn, all four of them are sporting impressive chests and abs, and I know what they’re packing behind their boxers too, which does nothing to dampen my ardor.
“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 latches on 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.