Page 63 of Look What You Made Me Do

Ash shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know, he seemed to know who I was, and said something about my being rejected by the Burning Crown.”

“Rejected?” I laugh. That shit’s funny as hell.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess he thought I’d been cast out of the Sacred Sons or something. He mentioned Shadow and Ash as being formed from the Burning Crown’s cast-offs.”

“Wow,” Christian says, leaning against the desk. He pulls a blunt and a lighter from his pocket and lights up. “Another secret society. That shit is crazy.”

“How many members do they have?” I ask.

“No idea. I told him I wasn’t interested, and the conversation ended there,” Ash answers. “But while we were talking, I was getting vendetta vibes.”

I laugh. “A vendetta forwhat?Five minutes ago, we didn’t even know they fucking existed.”

Ash shrugs again. “Just the vibe I got.”

Jackson looks at me. “If they’re approaching people, you think we should be worried?”

“I’m not sure what to think…” The Burning Crown is incredibly powerful, and it wouldn’t be the first time some obscure group has tried to get a piece of that power. But every one of those attempts has failed.

I flick my chin at Jackson. “Can you ask our PI to check into August Pendleton, and see what he can find?”

Jackson nods once.

“And you guys,” I say to Ash and Christian. “Ask around—discreetly–and see if anyone has even heard of this Shadow and Ash shit.”

Christian solutes casually. “Aye, aye.”

I push off the sofa and head for the door. “I’m going upstairs,” I say without even turning around, “and the next person to disturb me gets his balls split open and roasted like fucking chestnuts.”

A collective groan follows me out the door, but I don’t give a fuck. My thoughts are on Wyn, and all the fun ways I’m going to break her…

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Wyn

I’m floating,and my body is buzzing. I feel slow and sluggish, but every muscle in my body is relaxed, and in my dreams, Lucas has his mouth on my pussy, licking and nipping me to climax.

With my eyes closed, I drift in a semi-dream state. For the first time in a long time, I feel…safe, content, fulfilled. Is that ridiculous? God, that sounds fucked-up, even in the privacy of my own mind. Lucas is the devil incarnate. He’s cruel and dangerous, and I should run as far and fast as I can from him…

But there’s something about the way he touches me that makes me lose all sense. Like,allrational sense. And I’m smart. I mean, usually.

Time is really strange. Several times, I drift off, then come back to semi-consciousness, never really knowing how long I’ve been out. But this time, when I come back into my body, I feel strong, warm hands moving over my bare skin. I’m naked, lying on a cloud, and someone is touching me.

Lucas.

But even dazed, I know he’s the one that did this to me.

Weighed down by the drug, I can only really move my head slightly and moan. My limbs are still too heavy, so I have no choice but to yield to his exploration of my body.

Were I in my right mind, I’d shove Lucas away, and tell him to fuck off. It’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s what would be expected. I shouldn’t enjoy being used, abused, and pleasured by the hottest psycho on the planet.

His words from earlier circle inside my head.

You and me, we’re exactly the same…We both need pain to feel alive.

Deep down, I’m afraid he’s right. Giving up control excites me. Pain elevates pleasure. Fucking the devil makes me feel alive…

But I’d never admit that to anyone,especiallyLucas.

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