Page 47 of Dirty Little Saint

He hugs me to his chest from behind while pulling my top back up. I wince as he re-ties the laces in the back, not sparing any room for me to breathe. “You did good, Maur.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to sit in his class on Monday now?” I enjoyed that spectacle way too much, but in the aftermath, reality sets in.

Riot licks his fingers and smirks, but it doesn’t reach the darkness in his eyes. “With your legs crossed and your pretty lips wet. And every time he calls on you, he’ll remember how you came for us. Let him try and teach poetry with a fucking hard-on.”

Atlas hums as he grabs a wad of napkins off the nearest table. He kneels down and wipes the cum from my legs. “I think what we really discovered here tonight is that our little firecracker likes putting on a show.”

I feel my cheeks flush again. “No… no, I don’t,” I stammer.

Val straightens my skirt. “The fuck you don’t. You’re a bad liar, Maur.”

Riot cups my face in his hands. “The sigils bring out our darkest parts. Don’t fight against your nature.”

Fuck. Why am I like this? What is it about the power and rush of getting fucked while people watch? Just even the thought of it now gets my pulse racing again.

I look back over at the wall and see that Felix is gone. He got what he wanted and left. Fuck. What if he tells Villette? What will she think of me?

I shove Atlas off and head for the bathroom so I can properly clean myself. Despite how crowded the bar is, there’s no line to get in.

I get a few weird looks as I start wiping my legs with wet paper towels. But all it takes is a hard glare to remind them that Zeke was stabbed to death after hanging out with me, and they look away and scurry off.

Just as I finish patting myself dry, my phone buzzes. I sigh as I click on the new text message.

It’s from that same unknown number from earlier.

Slut.

I gasp and cover my mouth. What the fuck? Is this person here right now? It’s definitely not the guys messing with me. This fucking pervert is someone else. My fury grows like wildfire. How fucking dare they?

Coward. I reply back.

Is it Holden Graves? Maybe he sent one of his initiates to torment me. Fuck. I need to tell the guys about this.

The phone buzzes again.

My stomach drops when I see the text.

It’s a picture of my bed. I stagger back against the sink.

This fucker is in my room.

“That’s it. You’re staying with us tonight,” Val barks.

I glance around my room, looking for any sign of foul play, but everything looks untouched. Except a pair of my black panties are laid out on the bed. I don’t remember putting those there.

Maybe he’s right. If this psycho was in my room, then I’m not safe.

“I can’t believe you waited this long to tell us about the first text.” Riot hands my phone to Atlas. “Track down this number. Use your raven sight, your connections, everything you have. I want to know tonight who this fucker is.”

Atlas takes a screenshot of the text and hands me my phone back. “Your little stalker must have a fucking death wish.”

“Or it’s someone trying to get back at us for Zeke,” Val adds.

I’m still reeling off the rush from earlier. My adrenaline is through the fucking roof. “What if they’re just trying to scare me? To taunt me.”

Riot’s face pales. “Didn’t you say that Felix is staying with Villette here? He got off watching you earlier. Then he disappeared right before you got the second text.”

The vein in Val’s neck pulses. “I’m going to fucking kill that asshole. Tell me what room Villette’s in right now.”

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