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“Use Daddy’s office!” Jenni shouts, searching in a drawer for a lone key and tossing it to them. “But don’t touch anything.” I make note of the key she tossed and which drawer it was in.
Something I might need for later. There’s a reason I was told to befriend her and spy on the family—something is up with Kent Thomas beyond him fucking around with Elias and making deals. There’s a reason I’m still here and not assigned somewhere else. And I’ll be the one to figure it out for him. I’m not an idiot.
“Now, let’s dance!” she shrieks, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the dance floor just in time for all the booze to work through my system.
The moment we make it through the crowd of people, my head starts swimming in a delicious fog of alcohol. Finally, it courses through my veins, taking me away from the guilt, shame, and every other emotion rushing through me. Little Snake who?
I’m Journey—the dancing girl, losing myself to the music and body heat pouring all around me.
My hips sway back and forth as the music consumes me. Everyone fades away as I lose myself on the dance floor with Jenni by my side. Warm hands glide over my hips, helping me to move back and forth. Sparks fly over my flesh, igniting a fire deep in my gut, spreading under my skin. Warmth encases me. Fingers dig into my side, pulling me into a hard body. Fuck. My eyes pop open, and breaths pour from between my parted lips.
Then, their intoxicating smell wraps me up in them. I don’t want it to ever go away.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs in my ear, tightening his grip. “Keep moving your ass, Kitten. Fuck. You feel so damn good.” Shivers roar through my body when his hand comes around my front, gripping my abdomen hard like he doesn’t want to let me go.
Kitten. His words vibrate in my damn mind, ricocheting off my skull. Why it sounds so fucking intoxicating, wanting me to stay right here, and yet, so damn familiar at the same damn time.
“Arrow!” Jenni giggles, throwing her head back with a laugh.
“Arrow?” I question in a slight moan. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to shake the fog from my brain, but it clings on, much like Arrow. He grins, putting his face in my neck, brushing small kisses along my flesh.
I never want this to end.
Another warm body presses to my front. I don’t have to open my eyes when his large hands sit on my hips below Arrow’s. My vision blurs when I look at the towering figure hovering above me. A pained expression crosses his features when he takes all of me in. Flushed face. Moving body. We continue to sway to the music, grinding against each other. Murmurs happen all around. Other people take notice of the two Devils taking me for themselves. We’re a spectacle under the dimmed lights. And for some reason, I don’t fucking move or tell them to fuck off. No. I revel in the feeling of their hands on me. Their bodies against mine. The heat between us simmers to higher levels that I don’t want to escape. Looking into Shepp’s eyes, I fucking melt into a damn needy puddle. Every touch. Every fucking move starts more fires inside me, needing something—or someone—to put them out. So much lust rests behind his light eyes. My breaths escape me when his hardness pokes my front.
Freedom claws at my psyche, aching to come out again. I’m so fucking tired of being repressed and held back and shackled to my duties. To my fucking monster. This freedom right here gives me a tiny taste of what my life will hold when I’m out from under his thumb.
Tonight. For right now. I’m living in this moment and forgetting that my actions have consequences. Dire ones if I’m caught.
But I won’t be.
I need this more than breathing. More than anything.
I need to feel alive.
Like the night at the club.
“Keep dancing. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop, Kitten,” Arrow whispers in my ear. His hot breath pours over my flesh when his lips meet my neck, peppering small kisses.
“Why?” I breathe. “What are you going to do?”
Arrow’s smile disarms me. “I’m going to play hide the fingers,” he says directly in my ear. “They need a warm place to go, and I want to see your face when you come on them.” Shepp stiffens and not just his cock. His hands move from my waist in what I can only assume is him signing something. “Sheppy doesn’t want me to do this in a crowded room in front of others,” Arrow says, tsking Shepp, who frowns and signs something more. “He says you deserve a nice big bed to spread your legs on. Do you agree?” Arrow nips my ear.
Holy fucking shit. Every inch of me is on high alert when Arrow cocks his head, watching my expression. I feel the heat shooting up my neck and cheeks. Do I want to do this? Get fingered in the middle of a crowded room again? No. I can’t do it in the crowd. Not this time. It has to be in private where my monster’s other spies can't see it happening. Fuck, what am I thinking? I have to stop this, but I fucking can’t.
“Bedroom,” I blurt with wide eyes.
Arrow’s grin widens, showing off his pointed teeth. “I’m going to eat you alive.”
“By all means,” I slur a little, gesturing for him to lead the way.
"Which room?" Arrow isn't asking me; his eyes lock on Jenni.
"Up the stairs and to the right, there's a guest bedroom with your name on it!" she shouts from behind Shepp.
"I was dancing, you know!" I screech as he hauls me into his arms and lifts me off the floor. If I even thought about putting my legs around his waist, I'd moon the entire party. I may be comfortable with my body, but I'd rather not have everyone seeing my ass. "I can walk!" I hiss, clinging tighter to his T-shirt and digging my nails into his shoulders.
He grunts something unintelligible in my ear when he pushes through the crowd. His head swivels from left to right.
