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Turning around, I glimpse my new dance partner beneath the flickering lights. He’s tall with a hint of muscle beneath his dress shirt, and when I look up at his face, I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s Kai. I’ve seen him around, obviously, but I’ve never really talked to him.

He leans down to speak in my ear, “You wanna get some air?”

It sounds like an innocent question, but I know exactly what he means. It’s code for “You wanna fuck?”

I smile up at him, feeling a little floaty and numb. “Yeah.”

His hand slides down my arm, his fingers hooking with mine, and he leads me out of the ballroom and into the foyer. People are already out here, fucking in the corners, their anguished moans filling the dark, stale air.

Kai pulls me outside, to the wrap-around porch, shoving me against the waist-high railing. It’s cool out here, and the ocean breeze feels so good on my heated skin.

He pushes me up against the railing, his hand instantly dipping under my skirt. His lips are on my neck as he finds my panties and shoves them aside, one long finger stroking my entrance. “You smell like gardenia.”

I smile because Gabriel used to say the same thing. But no oneactuallysmells like a flower. It’s probably just my shampoo.

“Mmmm,” I breathe, tilting my head to the side, enjoying the feel of his soft lips skating over my skin. “That’s feels nice.”

“You like that?” he says, pushing his finger pushing into me. “Oh, yeah. You’re already wet.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I intone, reaching up to grip his shoulders.

He kisses his way up my throat to my jaw. “Thank God you’re finally single,” he whispers. “I’ve been obsessed with you since your initiation.”

That kills the vibe and I freeze.

Initiation into the Burning Crown is a brutal ceremony for us girls. We’re basically fucked by a masked figure—a male member—and we never really find out who it is. It’s supposed to signify our total submission to the society or some shit. Depending on the girl’s masked partner, initiation might be rough or soft or somewhere in between. My initiation changed something inside me, and I’ve never really come back from that.

Was it Kai who initiated me?

He can’t tell me—that would be against the rules—but now I find myself analyzing every move he makes. Does it feel familiar? I can’t tell, though. I was so damn scared thatnight, and the experience was so overwhelming, I’m surprised I remember anything at all.

I shake my head, but Kai is so into the moment, he doesn’t even notice. His finger pushes in deeper, which sends my thoughts scattering to the four winds. I rise onto my tiptoes and moan.

Oh,okay.That feels nice.

“Yo,” a voice booms from somewhere beyond the shadows.

I pause. Kai pauses.

A hand curves over Kai’s shoulder, and yanks him backward, tearing him away from me. I suck in a breath and jerk back, my ankles hitting the bottom of the porch railing.

Kai spins on whoever it is, ready to fight, but he stops short as soon as he sees the person’s face. I see the guy’s face at the same time.

Lucas.

He’s at least two inches taller than Kai, and he looms over us both, the yellow porch light encircling his head like a halo and casting a harsh shadow across his face.

“Take any chick you want,” Lucas says, his gaze falling to me, our eyes catching. “But this one is off limits.”

CHAPTER TWO

Wyn

What in theholy cockblock just happened?

As Kai stumbles away, mumbling his apologies, I level a scowl at Lucas, who is now standing in front of me, still wearing his robe, the deep hood pulled over his head, partially concealing his face.

He looks like a Sith Lord, cloaked in darkness, and maybe it’s just the rum in my bloodstream, but seeing him like that makes my clit throb. Ever since my initiation, I’ve had a thing for the darker side of sex. A thing I’ve unsuccessfully tried to deny.

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