Page 45 of Tainted Saints

“Thank you,” I breathe out, reaching out to take the garment, but he shakes his head.

“Arms up, Duchess,” he commands, and I do as he asks automatically, my body bypassing my brain as my arms lift of their own accord.

A shuttering gasp sounds from my lips when he pulls the hoodie over me, his fingers grazing my sides and leaving me burning. With my vision obscured by the material, the sensation is multiplied tenfold, and I sway towards him, a small sound escaping my throat.

“Later, baby. We need your help now, okay?” he asks me as his hands leave my skin to come and cup my face as I pull the hoodie down.

“With what?” I murmur, my brain still fogged with sleep and lust.

“My uncle wants us to find out when the next dog fight is, and Blaine said your parents are away for the rest of the week?” His voice is a low hum that does nothing to help clear my lust-addled brain, but eventually, his words penetrate.

“Yes, they’re away, but I think there are cameras in the house.” I suck my lower lip between my teeth and start to worry it. His thumb comes up and tugs my lip away.

“Only one of us gets to make these lips bleed, Duchess. Understood?” His tone is hard, yet also somehow coaxing, and I wish I could see into his eyes properly but it’s too dark to make much out.

“Understood, Lan,” I reply without thinking, and his thumb brushes over my abused flesh.

“Good girl,” he praises, and Jesus fucking Christ if that doesn’t get me wet. “The feeds have been looped, so as far as anyone can see, all is quiet.”

My brows dip. “How did you manage that?”

“The same way we managed to bypass your security, sugar,” Forest says, sauntering up to me. Lan allows me to turn my head, but his hands remain cupping my face, and I can’t say I mind the contact. “Because we are the Saints, and things that may stop others don’t stop us.”

That information should scare me, make me fear for my safety, but it doesn’t. I feel comforted that they can get in, that maybe they can keep an eye on me too. My body relaxes even more at the knowledge, my muscles losing all tension.

“I could take you to his study,” I suggest, turning my face to look at Landon again. “There might be something there.”

“Clever girl,” Lan praises, and fuck me if I don’t preen a little. “Perhaps put some panties on first?”

My cheeks heat, my thighs clenching as I remember that I am only wearing his hoodie, which although long, would still not hide much if I were to bend over.

“Right, knickers first,” I mumble, Lan releasing my face so I can grab one out of the drawer.

“I don’t find the term knickers that sexy,” Forest states, his voice light and teasing as I hunt in the drawer. A smile splits my lips when I spot a bright red lacy pair.

“I guess you won’t be distracted if I put theseknickerson then?” I ask, turning around and holding them up. I watch as his nostrils flare, unable to hold my smirk in. “I thought not.”

Bending down, I step into them, looking back up to see all three of them facing me, watching as I pull them up my legs and then over my hips, flashing bare pussy as I do.

“I take it back, sugar. You can call them whatever the fuck you like and they’ll always be sexy,” Forest rasps, and my breathing hitches, my core pulsing. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, and although I can’t see his face, I can feel the tension thrumming in the room. They’re right fucking here. My bed is right fucking there. My body sways towards them, overriding my brain which is telling me we have more important things to do.

“Duchess,” Lan’s warning tone cuts through the haze of lust that’s trying to take me over. I’ve never felt so desperate before, like if they don’t touch me I’ll fade away. “Take us to the study.”

He comes forward and takes my hand in his, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb to soften his commanding tone. I dip my head, then pull him in the direction of the door, using my other hand to open it a crack and pausing to listen. My parents might be away, and the cameras won’t show what we’re doing, but someone on the staff might catch us.

Not hearing anything other than the usual sounds of a house at night, I open the door wider and lead them down the corridor to the staircase. Pausing again, I listen, only hearing the pounding of my heart. Landon squeezes my hand in encouragement, and then we head down the stairs to the ground floor where the Ambassador’s office is.

My hand trembles as I reach out to clutch the handle, and I can’t seem to make myself grasp it, sweat beading on my forehead. Warmth at my back has my tense muscles relaxing, and then a tattooed hand is grabbing the handle and opening the door.

“We’re right here, Duchess,” Lan whispers into my ear, and as much as I want to sink into him, I take a step away and into the dark study.

The rich, cloying cologne that the Ambassador wears assaults me first, rooting me to the spot as my entire body trembles. My breathing becomes shallow, panic leaving my body ready for flight as the door closes behind me, cutting off what little light was being let in from the hallway. I can’t see anything, and it’s just like being in the many correction rooms I’ve had throughout my life.

“Breathe, Duchess,” Lan says in my ear, wrapping his larger body around mine from behind, his lavender, suede, and leather scent overpowering that of the man who torments me. It’s enough to have my body calming, my breathing deepening. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

Movement in front of me has me tensing again, then Blaine’s woodsy scent combines with Forest’s rose and gin and the mix of all three smells makes my body almost relax completely.

“We’re all here, sugar,” Forest whispers, a large palm gliding up my side under the hoodie, his hot touch distracting me.