Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(45)

“You betcha, princess.” His hand slides under my jeans and into my panties. “I also know how much my possessiveness turns you on, despite your protests.” He slides two digits inside me, grinning as the proof coats his fingers.

I push him away, and he stumbles back. “You’re an asshole.” I shimmy my jeans down my legs, kicking them aside. “And I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll sleep with Galen tonight.” I storm past him in my underwear, knowing there is no way in hell he’ll let me leave.

He grabs my arm, pulling me back, plastering me to his front with my back to his bare chest. “I think you’re testing me on purpose, princess.”

Of course, I am, because he needs me to push his buttons. “Such petty behavior is beneath a queen.” I emphasize the word so he knows exactly who he’s dealing with.

“So is pretending to cockblock your king,” he rasps, sliding his hand into my panties again. His fingers push into me roughly. “When we both know you’re craving my dick.”

I thrust my elbow back into his chest, forcing him to release me. “I never said I wasn’t craving dick,” I purr, turning around, facing the heated glare on his face. “But I have four dicks to choose from, and any one of them will do.”

His arm darts out, and he grabs the nape of my neck in a firm grip. “Now you’ve done it.” Pushing me to my knees, he keeps a tight hold of my neck while shoving his jeans down his legs, revealing he’s going commando, as his long, hard cock springs free.

I look up at him, keeping a neutral expression on my face, pretending like my pussy isn’t aching for his dick. “I’m not sucking you off,” I lie.

“I’m not fucking asking.” He forces my mouth open, jamming his cock inside, and the second his velvety-soft skin hits the back of my throat, I give up the charade, wrapping my lips around his needy shaft, moaning as desire pools low in my belly.

“That’s it, princess. Choke on my cock, like a good little girl.”

I flip him the bird, and he laughs.

Asshole.

I work him over good, and it doesn’t take long before he’s shooting his salty cum down my throat. After, I let him fuck my pussy and my ass too, and by the time he falls asleep, he’s completely stress free and I’m giving myself a silent pat on the back for taking such good care of my man.

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“WHAT THE FUCK is he doing here?” Galen hisses the following afternoon, as we skip the last class of the day, exiting the school building en route to my rendezvous with Darrow.

“Fuck.” Saint curses under his breath, staring at Sinner. His father is sitting on the small wall in front of Saint’s Land Rover, smoking a joint and flirting with two seniors who are on the cheerleading squad, both young enough to be his daughters.

He’s a disgusting pig, and I’m glad Mom has finally come to her senses. I’ve been checking in with her daily, using one of my burner cells, and she seems okay. We don’t know where she is, only that she’s not too far away, and Lincoln is keeping her safe.

Saint clasps my hand, and we walk down the steps and along the path toward his father.

“Neo.” Saint plants us in front of the asshole. “What do you want?”

“Now, now, son. Is that any way to greet the man who gave you life?” His amused grin is as fake as everything else about him.

A muscle flexes in Sinner’s jaw as he stands, flicking the joint to the ground. He turns the full extent of his charm on the two girls fawning over him, holding out his cell. “Pop your digits in there, ladies, and I’ll send you an invitation to my party.” He drills me with a look. “I’ll be celebrating finally freeing myself of the chains that have bound me for far too long.”

Ice-cold dread drips down my spine. “You touch one hair on my mother’s head, and I will kill you.”

Saint yanks on my hand in warning.

The two girls look up from Sinner’s cell, staring at me with their jaws trailing the ground.

“She was joking,” Galen says, grabbing the cell out of their hands and steering them off to the side.

“Control your whore, or I’ll do it for you,” Sinner hisses.

“Harlow is not a whore. She’s an initiate like us, and she deserves some goddamned respect.” Saint visibly seethes as he glares at his dad, and I love how readily he jumps to defend me, but he needs to be careful too. Sinner is an unpredictable psycho, and he wouldn’t think twice about hurting his own son. I plant my hand on Saint’s lower back, urging him to hold it together.

“I’ll treat your whore with respect when she’s earned it. When she steps up to the plate and starts fucking acting like a member of our crew.”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel,” I drawl, maintaining a calm fa?ade while I’m seething on the inside.

“The next time you call her that, I will fucking kill you myself.” Saint’s entire body shakes as he enters a lethal stare down with the sperm donor.

A deep chuckle rumbles from Sinner’s chest, and he pins Saint with an amused grin. “This is like watching history repeat itself.” He thumps Saint in the upper arm. “Take it from one who knows. Ditch her now, and save yourself the heartache.”

“You wouldn’t know heartache if it bit you in the ass,” I blurt.