Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(26)

I wink.

“Amen to that.” Envy smirks.

The others join us, and with a little apprehension in our steps, we climb the few leading to the porch.

“Ready to sell your soul for The Elite” Pride grunts, knocking his knuckles on the door.

When it opens, we’re whisked into a world of pleasure and sin.

Soft music makes love to the air, setting the tone. Women, lots and lots of fuckable women, parade around in sexy underwear with seductive masks covering their faces.

“Leave your morals at the door, guys.” Envy licks his lips and disappears into the sea of flesh.

This is a lot easier than I thought it was going to be.





Drugs, whiskey, skin, sweat, moans of pleasure. Hands everywhere, lips in new places, and positions I’d never used in my life.

If all the initiation tasks are like the one a few nights ago, this shit is going to be a breeze and I’ll be a full member in no time.

The corridors of St. Augustine seem richer to me now. It’s odd, but I almost feel like I’m part of history—like I belong.

Shifting in class, I see everything with new eyes. I hadn’t noticed him before, but looking around my economics class, I see Pride in the far back corner, his eyes already on me, assessing. He’s intense, and I like that about him. He seems focused on The Elite, like me. I want to know his story. He leans into the kid sitting beside him, and when the kid grabs up his things and stands, Pride lifts his chin, then tilts his head, gesturing for me to take the seat next to him.

“This isn’t musical chairs.” The professor sighs as I make my way over to the vacant seat.

“Hey,” I greet him, and he taps his pen to his wrist. “Nice watch.”

Yeah, it is.

I still have to return this to God. Not that he gives a shit. If I wanted to keep it, he would just pay his jeweler for it. But I’m done with hand-outs. I’ll earn my way.

Allowing myself a few beats to run my gaze over Pride, I take note that he doesn’t wear brand clothing. His boots are military-style, built for longevity rather than fashion. He doesn’t come from money like the rest of us and that intrigues me. From what I’ve heard of The Elite, they usually only look at members from wealthy backgrounds. Prestigious names. Maybe they are switching things up.

“Meet me at the initiation place two nights from now,” Pride whispers, and then he’s on his feet, leaving the class halfway through.

He made me move seats for that?




At lunch, I’m joined by Envy and Wrath. We sit in silence at first, then, like he has bees in his pants, Envy slams his hand on the wood before climbing on top of the table to plant his ass.

“We should do something tonight. Let’s go out.”

“I’m down.” I grin, swigging my soda. “I need a high, and bonding with our brothers is what we’re supposed to be doing, right?”

“Right,” Envy booms. He’s almost vibrating. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already high. He suddenly goes deathly still, his eyes almost darkening before my own.

Following his stare, my gaze lands on a female coming toward us. Gray eyes stare at us through a veil of brown hair, and a trim physique is showcased in a flirty summer dress. She stops at our table and hands something to Wrath. “You forgot your wallet this morning.” She doesn’t wait for his reply. Her eyes dart to mine and linger for a moment, then she’s gone.

“Who was that?” Envy asks, getting to his feet, his gaze still following her.

“My sister, so stop checking out her ass,” Wrath almost growls.

A grin tugs at my lips. That must be a nightmare for him. She’s stunning. I’d bet my life on the fact that every friend he’s ever had has made a pass at her—or wanted to, at the very least.

“She gave me that look.” Envy announces, and I cough to cover up my laugh. He must be trying to rile up Wrath. That girl didn’t even glance his way.

“If it was the look of staring at a dead man, you’re right,” Wrath warns, throwing a fry at him.

“Does she go here?” he asks, pushing his luck.

Jumping to his feet, Wrath grabs him in a playful headlock. They squabble while I finish my sandwich.

Releasing him, Wrath salutes us and begins to back away. “Where should we meet?”

“My house,” I tell him. “I’ll text the address.”

“I already know where it is,” Envy informs me.

Frowning, I gather my shit up and toss my trash. “Stalk much?” I joke, but his face falls like I slapped him. “I’m kidding. Meet me around nine,” I reassure him.

Heading inside, my feet come up short when blonde curls brush past me in a hurry, she almost gets hit in the face with the door.

“You need to slow down,” I bite out, reaching for her. She doesn’t fight my grip on her wrist, but doesn’t turn to face me either.

A sniffle sounds, then a soft croak. “Can you get off me now?”

Moving around her, I tuck a fallen lock behind her ear without thinking, and my heart drops.

Pretty eyes glisten with tears. Red streaks mar her soft, pale cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice dropping low.

I don’t understand it, but there’s real concern in my tone. Seeing her so distraught leaves an uneasy stirring in my gut.