Page 66 of Scorching Lies

“You smell divine little minx.” His tongue rolls over the veins in my neck.

Pressing the ball of his piercing into my skin, he drags it down to my shoulder and back up. The light in the room flicks on, he presses himself into me. I’m held hostage between the wall and his lethal fucking body. Brown eyes take in my dress, so I straighten letting him see it in full effect, knowing he’s about to see my tattoo. Dragging the back of his knuckle down the front, he circles my nipple on the way down, taking his time drinking me in.

“You truly are a nightmare come to life.” He rasps.

When he reaches the split of my dress he pauses, his breath catching in his throat, and I know he sees it.

“Killer.” He breathes.

“Ryker.”

Pushing the slit open further, he lifts my leg to hook on his hip, his fingers tracing the lines, feeling every dip of my scar. Instead of flinching away from his touch, I find myself leaning into it. The coil of a black viper wraps around my leg, from my ankle all the way to my hip where the mouth opens at the edge of my hip bone.

His thumb rubs the head of the snake, “Why?” is all he asks.

Pressing into him to get his attention, I wait for those dark eyes to reach mine.

“Because even in our darkest moments my loyalty has been with you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

RYKER

Cole and West pace the room with the information I gave them, but all I can think about is a certain blonde that’s currently downstairs with her roommate. One that, according to Kenna, can't be trusted. Not that she gave me much more than that with my hand between her legs when my brothers barged into the room, demanding my attention.

“How do you know?” West asks.

Cole spins on him with a feral look painted across his face. “You doubting me now, brother?”

West backs up a step with his hands up, “I’m just making sure. So, if Hank Harlow is in the wind after we let him loose and Kenna has dirt on Ally, it’s safe to say that tonight needs to be moved forward.”

They both look at me, but I don’t meet their eyes.

“It’s not that simple.” I say.

Cole scoffs under his breath, but I still catch it. Stepping forward towards him West blocks my path in one move. Bracing meagainst the wall with one hand he looks over his shoulder to Cole, giving him a look I can’t read from my position.

“Then what do you suggest we do?” He growls.

Before I can respond the door bursts open and two figures step inside, the room instantly gets smaller with their presence. Addington and Arden walk to the middle of the room, letting the door slowly fall shut behind them.

“Boys.”

“Don’t fucking speak to us like we’re kids. Remember yourfuckingplace.” I spit.

We may have been at each other's throat a second ago, but we all move into place beside each other facing the two men in front of us. Both dressed to the nines in their best suits, they play the part well. My brothers relax next to me knowing that these two are no match for us.

“I see Ms. Kingston is still mingling downstairs. Alive and well.” Addington says.

“I suppose they still have time.” Arden offers.

They speak to each other instead of us and that pisses me off. Taking two steps towards them, Arden pulls his hand from his coat and the glint of metal catches my eye when I’m staring down the barrel of a gun. I pause.

“I see that got your attention.”

My fist clench, “I see you just signed your death sentence.” I feel no fear.

Cole and West step forward meeting me shoulder to shoulder. There’s one thing we were taught young and that’s to look deathin the face and say fuck you. We’ve been trained for this, so if they thought we would break down and beg they were wrong. The only puzzle piece I can’t seem to make fit is the why. If we die there is no company. Of course they could make their own business here in Del Mar, but all of our money and assets go to charities that we have our hands in, so this doesn’t make sense. Unless we’re too close to something they want to keep hidden.

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