Page 5 of Dirty Little Saint

Valentin steps in front of me. “With all due respect, Mrs. Graves, Maureen should stay with us.”

Her eyes narrow, and I swear I hear her hiss under her breath. She raises her hand, and I think she’s going to slap him, but instead, she caresses his cheek. “We have rules in this house, Val. Rules you have always obeyed. Don’t start breaking them now. I would hate to have to call your father and tell him of your defiance.”

Atlas sighs and places a hand on Val’s shoulder. “It’s all good, Mrs. Graves. It’s just been a long drive.” He whispers in Val’s ear, “Let it go.”

I kiss them each on the cheek, much to Mrs. Graves’s displeasure, and step away from them. “It’s fine. I’ll see you all in the library later, okay?”

Atlas nods, but he has to physically drag Valentin toward the large marble staircase.

“This way,” she quips. I follow her down a long corridor, amazed at how fast she moves with a limp.

I can’t believe she used Val’s father as a threat. Their families are fucking crazy. She doesn’t speak to me again until we reach my room. She turns an antique skeleton key into the ivory doorknob before spinning back around. She studies my face for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“You will not behave like a slut in this house, Miss Blackwell. I won’t tolerate it. Especially when it comes to my son.”

My mouth drops open. “You don’t even know me. I… I am not a slut.” Every ounce of shame and rage that I’ve felt since last Halloween comes rushing back.

She chuckles. “Well, you’re certainly no saint. I’ve seen your type before, my dear. You have those boys wrapped around your traitorous finger like a snake in the grass.” She slams her cane down hard against the marble floor as she takes another step toward me. “You don’t want to know what we do to snakes around here, Miss Blackwell. I urge you to heed my warning… or you’ll find out.”

I want to cry, but I won’t give her the satisfaction. So I bite my tongue and nod. “Yes, Mrs. Graves.”

She backs off and motions for me to enter the room. “Romulus will fetch you in an hour for drinks.” She starts to leave but pauses at the door. “There are dresses in the closet. Decent dresses. Make sure you wear one of them.”

She eyes me up and down one last time before leaving, taking stock of my short skirt and crop top. When the door closes behind her, I hear the click of the key slide into place and turn.

My stomach drops as I bolt to the door and turn the knob. I can feel all the blood rushing to my feet. It’s fucking locked.

Fuck.

My heart sinks. I knew the Graves were not going to roll out the red carpet for me. Riot’s hatred for my family wasn’t born out of thin air. His parents probably poisoned him against us from the moment he took his first breath. But locking me in my room like a child… Clover Graves has managed to make my own mother look like a fucking saint.

As I sift through the elegant closet, my mind races. What has Riot told them about me? How did she get that cane? Are they going to murder me in my sleep tonight? Why do they have a closet full of plain as fuck dresses all in my size?

Ugh.

I pick the least revolting one—a black knee-length sweater dress splashed with red roses. I step into a pair of black pumps, also in my size, and smirk as I admire myself in the mirror. She can force me to wear her clothes all night long, but it doesn’t change the fact that there’s nothing decent about me. I’m still their little slut.

I was going to be respectful, but suddenly, the thought of the three of them defiling me in his parent’s home, in his mother’s dress, makes me feel so hot and depraved that I’m tempted to finger myself right now.

I’d love to see the look on her face when she spots cum stains on her decent dress.

I take a deep breath as my clit starts to spasm. I wonder if they have cameras in here…

I’m tempted but think better of it. I don’t know what their powers are. And until mine are stronger, I need to try to be on my best behavior. I have no idea what the Graves family is capable of.

A knock on the door interrupts my plans of masturbation, further sealing my decision to act like a well-behaved lady.

I take one last look in the mirror, fluffing my waves out around my shoulders, and start for the door.

“I’m ready. You can let me out now,” I grumble.

The key creaks as it unlocks the door, and I’m once again face-to-face with the creepy butler. His lips curl up in annoyance. “There are initiates in this house. Ones who may have impure thoughts. The lock is to keep others out for your own safety.”

I snicker. “Well, then she should just let me stay with Atlas or Valentin. They can protect me.”

Romulus is careful to keep his gaze on my face, but I know he’s already stolen glances at my body by the way he sneers. “We have rules about fornication in this house, madam. You will learn them soon enough.”

A chill trickles up my spine. His tone isn’t threatening, yet it’s still ominous and foreboding. I can’t imagine the horrors he’s seen, and may have even been a part of, in this house. I’m not naïve to what Nocturnus is. I tried to run from it myself. But my dumb ass had to go and fall for the three of them.

---