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“Have you heard from Brantley?” I asked, resting my ankle on my knee.
She stared at me blankly, as if she wasn’t bothered by the fact I came baring the skin of her lover. “No.” Saint was strong. She wasn’t like other people. Beneath the raw beauty and softness laid a thick pavement of cement. To have her must be—fucking marvelous. I’d find out soon.
So soon.
But for now, I needed to find out about Brantley. If he had found out what separated them to begin with to be a lie. Stupid boy.
Brantley Vitiosis would no doubt unleash his wrath amongst all and leave no survivors in his wake. He showered in the blood of his enemies and drank from the blood of those he killed. His name alone instilled fear amongst people whom he didn’t know existed.
I smiled smugly. That was the power of such an elite.
She must not get what she wanted.
I kicked off my chair and made my way to where Saint stood. In the corner of the same room I’d visited her in many times before. The simple light swinging backward and forward over the table. Back. Forth. I reached toward Saint and touched her cheek. So soft.
She whacked my hand away from her, and I laughed, throwing my head back. At once I slammed her against the wall with both hands on either side of her head. She cowered, and I knew I’d got to her.
“What’s the matter?” I whispered hoarsely into her ear. Though my face might look like Brantley’s, my voice never had. She would never notice it, though. That was the best part. I ran the tip of my finger down the dip of her shirt, between her breasts. “Am I not dark enough for you?”
She shoved me in my chest to run away, but I grabbed her around the throat and knocked her against the wall again. No one would know I was roughing up the toy. She fought against me, her fingernails sinking into my arms.
“Let me go!” she screamed, and my eyes fired to life.
“Haven’t you heard? I don’t like being told no. Not even from you.”
I shoved my hand beneath the front of her pants and she started to whimper. “Stop.” My thumb grazed her gently. “I said stop.”
I didn’t. I slid one finger between her folds and groaned when she clenched around me. “Stu I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t see her hands fly up to my face, her thumbs sinking into my eye sockets before I could get her off. “I said fucking stop!” She squeezed, and pain erupted from behind my lids. I released her, howling in pain. Shit.