Page 41 of Sinister

“Oh my god,” Saskia squeals and giggles. “Look at these.” She holds up four cards, each with different positions on them.

“They’ll come in handy.” Damon, who is beside me, snatches them out of Sass’s hand and studies them, a wide grin on his face.

Reaching into the pouch, I pull out the same four cards with the same sex positions on them. The back of the cards has the club logo on it also.

“It’s like a little care package.” Saskia opens the lube and squeezes a little onto her tongue. “Yum! Tastes really good. I might have to use this later tonight.” She winks at me.

Sitting in a booth with the Queen and King of the Diamonds Frat, knowingly pissing Sin off, is the highlight of my night so far. I know he’s been keeping a watchful eye on us, making sure I behave accordingly. I look at Sass across the table sitting between her king and jack and can’t help but notice the difference between how she’s treated and how Charlotte is treated.

“How’s my tattoo looking?” Hunter reaches over the table and grabs my hand, pulling me forward. “It’s healing up beautifully.” He admires his work.

“It’s so stunning. I’m in love with it.” I beam.

“I’ll happily tattoo any part of your body you want. Especially because I know it will piss your brother off.” He turns my hand over and runs his fingers over the tattoo on my inner wrist.

“He’s not really my brother but I might just take you up on that offer. I think this might be my new obsession.” Hunter lets go of my hand and winks at me playfully.

“Anything that pisses Sin off gets my tick of approval,” Sass says, her attention diverting to some guys approaching our booth.

They’re tall as fuck as they stand next to the table and shake hands with Axton and Hunter and reach over me to shake hands with Damon, sitting beside me.

“And who do we have here?” The hot blond guy with neck tattoos holds his hand out for me. The veins on his muscled and tattooed arms stick out and I can’t help but admire them. The arm he’s extended is covered in skulls and vines, it’s the most stunning piece I’ve ever seen.

“Hey, I’m Monroe.” I shake his offered hand.

Admiring my tattoo he bestows me with a dazzling smile. “I’m Theo Manning from the Clubs Frat and this is Lincoln and Caden. Which house do you belong to?”

“She’s a Spade, her brother is Sinisa Vitiello,” Saskia quickly answers.

A wicked gleam shines in his eyes as he studies me for a moment. “Interesting. I’ll see you around.” He saunters off with his two friends trailing behind him.

“Stay away from that one.” Saskia shoots me a look when she catches me checking him out.

Holding my hands up in defense. “I was just looking.”

“Trust me. He’s unhinged as fuck. His four dads are part of some secret society and his mom is the leader. They’re fucking scary.”

“Four dads.” I look at her confused.

“Four times the psycho. He comes from St. Ivy and he brought his own jacks from his high school. Fuck knows what happened to last year’s King of Clubs.”

“They disappeared,” Damon adds.

“What, just up and vanished?” I turn and look at him in astonishment.

“There’s rumors, but you shouldn’t be too surprised, your frat lost their whole house.” His stare is intense and I try to ignore the fact that this is the second time someone has mentioned previous members of the Spades Frat disappearing.

“I’m going to get us drinks. What do you guys want?” Grabbing the velvet pouch and my bag, I scoot to the end of the booth.

“Get me whatever,” Saskia answers.

“We’ll have some whiskey, thanks Monroe,” Axton says as I make a beeline for the bar.

The place is packed and it’s hard to meander through the crowds to get to the bar the farthest away from Sin and grab the champagne first. I wait my turn to be served and lean against the bar when someone presses up behind me, their arms extending and gripping the bar on either side, caging me in.

“It should have been me,” he whispers into my ear and I know it’s Rome from just his voice, I can hear the hurt, anguish and raw need in it.

Turning around in the small space, I look up into his hooded gaze and am met by a burning fire ignited in his stare. He pushes himself into me, pressing my back against the bar, making my heart thud erratically against my chest and my insides clench in yearning.

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