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Next, I go into his bathroom and put my hair into a messy bun. I need a nice hot shower, but the guys must have cleaned me up while I was out because I don’t see a trace of blood on me, and I don’t feel as dingy as I did earlier. I search the cabinets for a new toothbrush, and once I find one, I brush mine hastily before spitting and rinsing. My stomach rumbles, crying out to be fed just as I finish. Heading for the door to go down and rummage through the kitchen for something to eat, I come up short when I find the door locked.
“What the fuck?”
I start pounding on the door, yelling to be let out. Once I hear a key being pushed through the lock, I step back. Fynn’s face appears when the door opens, and even though my heart skips a beat at seeing his gorgeous face, I glare at him. All he does is stand there and smirk at me.
“Why am I locked in here?” I bark out at the Lord.
He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame, “Well, for starters, you can’t leave if the door is locked...”
“This is bullshit Fynn, and you know it! I won’t leave again, not until this is all settled!” I go to shove past him, but the smirk leaves his face and is replaced with irritation as he grabs me by my throat and pushes me back into the room. Slamming the door closed, he continues to walk forward until my back is against the bathroom door.
“I’m only going to say this once, Little Saint, so listen well,” his fingers tighten a little more around my neck, but it’s not cutting off my air. The only thing it’s doing is making me wet, “We will keep you locked up here for as long as we want. You belong to us, and since you cannot be trusted, the doors will remain locked.”
“You can’t keep me prisoner, Fynn,” I croak, even though I know they can. It’s in the stupid contract. They can do whatever they want in order to keep me safe...I signed off on it.
A grin appears on his face once again, but it’s not one I like, “Wanna bet, Little Saint?” He steps in closer, “We can do whatever the fuck we want,” he glances down toward my stomach, “You’re the Whore of Sin and the property of the Lords, or have you forgotten?”
I deflate at his words. How dare he use the carving against me! “I never asked for this, Fynn,” I say barely above a whisper, “I didn’t ask him to carve me up...”
“Didn’t you, though?” He raises his brow, “The moment you drugged Jett and snuck off, you asked for it, Little Saint. We have been too lenient with you. We take our Lord of Sin status and our contract seriously, but we let a nice fuckable pussy distract us from what we were supposed to be doing.”
“So, what now? You won’t touch me anymore?” I ask, hoping that isn’t the case because I’m addicted to all their cocks, the sex is phenomenal, and it would be a shame never to have it again.
Fynn’s smile turns wicked, “I don’t think you understand what it means to be the Lord’s property, Saint.” He leans in until his whole body is against mine, “We will keep you...we will restrain you...we will degrade and humiliate you...we may even make you bleed for us...and yes, we will fuck the ever-loving shit out of this beautiful cunt of yours. Your pleasure depends on how good you can be for us, but make no mistake,” he runs his other hand up my thigh, not stopping until he’s cupping my pussy, his wicked smile broadening because he can feel how wet his words have made me, “We will always take our pleasure from you.”
The moment I whimper at his touch and thrust my hips into his hand, he drops both hands and steps away. I close my eyes and just breathe, trying to get my body under control. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m in no condition to have sex right now, and it’s evident that Fynn isn’t going to give it to me. They may be happy to have me back, but they are still pissed that I left. I can see that my actions have pushed us back to the beginning, to where the Lords were real assholes.
I squeeze my thighs together at that thought. What is it about the Lords of Sin taking what they want that has my body in constant arousal? I never thought I’d like it if my rights were taken away, but then again, I had never known anyone like the Sinners of Helshire.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Fynn
“What the fuck is Brett'smotive in all of this?” I ask Oak and Jett as we sit around in Oakey's room.
As soon as we returned to the Frat House, Halsey showed up shortly afterward and gave Little Saint a shot to knock her out for a bit before stitching her up. Seeing the carving on her stomach sent all three of us into a rage. That son of a bitch is lucky his ass is already dead because he wouldn't like what we would do to him.
