Page 154 of Heartless Sinner

It seemed fitting.

The incest part did not.

Daphne slowly turned her head and looked up at me.

I refused to meet her eyes. I’d hear about this shit later.

“Get on over here!” Yellow Polo yelled, waving us toward the couch. “Have a shot. A line. If nothing suits your tastes, I have a great hookup who can get whatever you’re in the mood for.”

Daphne’s fingers curled into my shirt.

“I’m okay.” She forced a smile at him while plastering herself against my side.

Two minutes ago, she’d been fighting to get away from me. Now, with a table full of drugs and strangers around us, she was clinging to me while nervously fussing with the edge of her wig.

I slid my palm over her hip.

She didn’t slap it away.

I fucking loved that.

Yellow Polo wagged a finger at her. “Nope. You hang out, you party. It’s a rule.”

“She said fucking no,” I replied.

He dropped his hand.

Ignoring his idiotic, date-rape-style rule, I claimed a spot on the couch and spread my legs enough to leave Daphne only a sliver of cushion beside me.

No room for anyone else.

She looked at the tiny space, then at me.

“Sit,” I demanded.

Her nostrils flared, but she squeezed herself onto the edge.

Before I could enjoy my victory, Rachel climbed over my legs and wedged herself onto my other side. Daphne’s head snapped in her direction.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

There she is.

“I’m so glad you came,” Rachel purred, cozying closer before draping one bare leg across my lap.

Again, I felt nothing.

Daphne, on the other hand, looked ready to rip that leg off Rachel and beat her with it.

That did something for me.

Her glare fell to Rachel’s heel resting near my thigh. She casually lifted two fingers and nudged it. Rachel’s heel slipped off her foot. Rachel didn’t bother picking it up.

I lowered my head, pretending to scratch my jaw so neither woman saw my grin.

This night kept getting more interesting.

“Yeah, we were stoked when Rach told us you were coming,” Polo Shirt said.