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Ky scratches his jaw. “Because you belong to us now, and the who doesn’t exactly matter, does it?”
“Oh, of course,” I roll my eyes. “The great and powerful Thorne Calliano doesn’t answer to anyone. He just does what he fucking wants.”
The man before me bristles at the mention of that name.
“Listen carefully, little Fox. Watch your tongue when it comes to speaking Thorne’s name. You know nothing about him or his life, and you’d do well not to forget that.”
My curiosity perks up at the way this man is obviously willing to stand up for and defend someone so cruel.
“Then tell me. At least give me something to go on.”
“It’s not like you care. We’re the monsters in this story, aren’t we?”
“I think the Anguis are the true monsters. My father was, at any rate. Where you all fall within their plans and schemes…why you’re insisting on putting me through this…that’s what I really want to know.” I huff, sick of biting my tongue. He wants to strangle me and dump my body among my meager worldly possessions for speaking out, so be it.
“Men like us had no choice whether to belong to the Anguis. You’re a smart girl, you grew up in this world.” Ky studies me harder. “You escaped this world. So, you know that not everyone who is part of it wants to be.”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I don’t know whether to hold his gaze or look away.
“There are those of us who ended up among this world by force…and there are those of us who are determined to rid it of the rotten, hidden, festering parts concealed by men like Andreas Noire.”
Ky doesn’t give me time to digest his words, or consider the depth of feeling behind that statement. He’s crossing over to the stack of boxes beside me. Bending down to pick one up, he’s back to the usual mischief dancing in his eyes as he straightens back up.
He gives the lid of the box a tap. “Oh, and if you’re wondering about your toys, they’re all in here, by the way.”
With a knowing wink, he strolls out the door to load the box into the back of our vehicle.
Taking my stash of vibrators with him.
15
There’s a pretty girl with a pussy I can’t stop thinking about on the other side of the compound.
One who spends her days wandering by the pool in a bikini that barely covers anything—not that I’m complaining, but the number of times I’ve fisted my cock over this girl is getting beyond a joke.
Fuck Thorne, and his dumb fucking rules.
The asshole probably won’t admit it to himself, but there’s no mistaking the way he carefully avoids being around this girl. And if there’s one thing I know about that man, after spending half a life together, is that he will avoid something he doesn’t know how to handle.
On paper, he’s got his plan for revenge against Andreas Noire. In practice? He’s just as caught in the intricate web of lilac hair and sexy tattoos and curves that beg to be bitten until she whimpers sweetly.
He wants her, too.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s smart. Funny. Gorgeous. Spending time with her is no chore. A beautiful girl who holds herself in any conversation? That’s my weakness, and her name is Fox.
She turned all glassy-eyed, and that pouty little mouth of hers dropped open when I threatened to sneak into her room at night. Even if she can’t, or won’t, admit it out loud, she craves me just as much as I’m growing more and more feral for her.
Fox wants all of us. But that little secret she’s keeping might take a little more massaging in order to have her brain climb on board with the idea. Her body has no problem with the concept, mind you.
So that’s exactly why I’m standing over her like a vengeful shadow in the dark, listening to her soft, steady breaths fill the room. There’s enough light to see by with the soft glow of moonlight slipping through a crack in the curtain. Enough for what I need at any rate.
Her door was unlocked. That wouldn’t have stopped me, but it is certainly interesting to know that she doesn’t try to prevent any one of us from coming into her room. We’ve got a key, yes, but if she was truly against the idea of us invading her space during the night…well…I’m sure this girl would get inventive.
And yet, here she lies. Sleeping soundly, with the covers half pushed off her soft body. Dressed in my shirt.
There might be sharp protests on her tongue when she’s awake, but at night, the girl is leaving her door unlocked and wearing my clothes. Oh, yes. Fox is just as much of a perfect little slut as I’d hoped she would be.
It’s like she’s painted her body in a message just for my eyes. One that says she’s more than willing for me to follow through on my promises.
