Page 5 of Tainted Saints

Holding out her hand for me to shake, I waste no time in grasping it in mine, marvelling at how much smaller it is than my own. Flicking my eyes back up to hers, I hold her stare as I bring her hand up to my lips, brushing a light kiss across her knuckles. Her mouth opens in surprise and I grin when I notice that she’s no longer shaking, in fact, her cheeks are a beautiful rosy colour now.

The door to the cells opens then, and she pulls her hand back, turning to face the walkway as the female officer—Anne—comes back carrying a brown paper bag and a large Styrofoam cup.

“How you settling in, Miss Buckingham?” she asks, and my blood freezes for a second as her full name registers.

Aspen Buckingham, the daughter of the British Ambassador. The one we’ve been tasked to watch over by two separate people for two very different reasons. Aeron Taylor, leader of the Tailors gang in Colorado asked us to watch her after their ball at Christmas. We got an invite but couldn’t make it due to not being able to leave Forest’s aunt and uncle in charge of the pound for that long. Plus, I know none of us would have accepted the use of Aeron’s private jet, seeing it as too close to charity for comfort.

Landon’s uncle also set us the task of getting close to her in order to find out what the fuck her Papi, the British Ambassador, is doing. There have been rumours of a gambling ring having been set up by him and his rich friends, and everyone knows the mafia controls all of the gambling in Fairview.

“I–I’m fine, thank you, Officer Anne,” Aspen replies quietly, wrapping her arms around herself again and I find that it tightens something inside my chest to see her looking so vulnerable.

“Good, seems like Garcia is taking care of you, as I knew he would.” She winks at me, and I roll my eyes. I like Officer Anne, she’s tough but fair, and she may have a soft spot for me seeing as I’m mostly in here defending women from motherfuckers who think it’s okay to beat on them. “And, as promised, a sandwich and a cup of tea, not microwaved.”

I don’t know what thecoñoshe’s talking about, but it makes Aspen smile, filling the cells with a light that steals the air from my lungs.

“Oh, that’s so kind of you. Thank you, Officer Anne,” the golden beauty replies, and Anne hands the bag and cup over through the bars. The other prisoners are right to grumble, she’s never given us food, but I can’t hold it against her, seeing how much the golden-haired princesa needs a meal right now.

“No problems, Miss Buckingham. We left a message with your father’s secretary. So as soon as we hear back, I’ll be sure to let you know.” She looks at Aspen with pity in her eyes and my chest tightens as my hands wrap around the bars, a protective growl wanting to escape my throat, and I have no damn idea why.

“Oh, thank you,” Aspen mumbles as her hand around the bag clenches, causing it to crinkle. Her bottom lip disappears under her teeth and I want to bark at her to stop abusing it, that only my teeth are allowed to make it bleed.

Coño, no, Blaine. Remember the job, the task we’ve been set. We’re not here to fuck her, we’re here to watch. Although, Landon’s uncle did say he wanted us to get close.

Officer Anne gives her another sympathetic smile and then turns to walk out, ignoring the grumbles of the other prisoners who are complaining that she never bought us food. I don’t hold it against her, the girl looks like a strong wind would blow her down. She’s curvy, but she still looks like she needs a good meal or two to see her right.

Suddenly, her green eyes are on me, and I swear to fuck my heart stops beating for a second.

“There’s far too much here for me, Blaine. Want to share?” she asks tentatively, a slight blush stealing over the apple of her cheeks and I wonder what else would make them colour up like that. Immediately, the image of her thrashing beneath me while I feast on her dripping pussy fills my sight until I have to blink it away, my dick stirring in my jeans.

“You need it more than me,mi princesa linda,” I say gently, and her cheeks darken some more.

“What does it mean;mi princesa linda?” she questions, and heat steals across my cheeks, which rarely happens. I hadn’t realised I’d used the phrase enough for her to take notice.

“My pretty princess in Spanish,” I tell her after clearing my throat, watching her reaction. Her lips part slightly, her eyes wide as she just stares at me.

“T–that’s beautiful.” She replies so quietly that I’m not sure if I heard the words or read them from her lips. Then she takes a deep inhale. “Well, regardless if you think I’m too thin, I still won’t manage everything in the bag, so please share it with me. I’d hate for it to go to waste after all the trouble Officer Anne went through.”

I sigh, unable to resist those fucking doe eyes she’s giving me. Forest is going to be putty when he eventually meets her, the softie that he is.

“Fine, but I never said you were too thin. You have a stunning body,mi princesa linda. You just look like you need some energy, and that maybe you’ve skipped a meal today.” I make a point to glance over her pale face, the way her hands tremble slightly as she sets the cup down on the floor to open the bag, still facing my cell.

“Mother has me on a special diet, so today was, is, a fast day,” she tells me, straightening up and opening the bag, the crinkle of the paper loud in the quiet of the cells. Again, I have to suppress a growl.Why the fuck would she be on a special diet? Especially one that would mean she has fast days?There’s barely anything to her as it is.

She pulls out one half of an overflowing sub that can only have come from Diana’s across the street. They have the best sandwiches on the east side, hell, probably all of Fairview, and I’m impressed that Anne went to the trouble. Though maybe like me, she saw that this girl desperately needs some fucking carbs.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the huge portion, but the smell of chicken and bacon with fresh salad has her stomach giving an audible growl. I chuckle, and her eyes fly to my face.

“Seems to me like you are a bit hungry after all,” I tease, and then wonder where the fuck this side of me has come from? I don’t tease or joke unless it’s with Lan and Forest, my chosen brothers.

She giggles and fucking hell, that sound. She needs to make it every damn day. “I guess I am. Here.”

Holding out the sub, she steps closer until I can smell her sweet perfume; citrus, hyacinth, and clove, reminding me of a woodland in spring. Letting go of the bars, I reach out and take the sandwich, my fingers brushing hers again and electricity races up and down my arm.

She’s frozen, just staring at my hand with a wonder in her eyes that I want to see more of. Blinking rapidly, she shakes her head, then takes her hand away, and I immediately miss the warmth of her touch.Coño, this shit is getting real far too quickly but I find myself not giving a fuck, becoming addicted to her all already.

“Thank you,” I rumble, watching as she shudders at the sound of my voice, even in her blazer and my leather jacket. I find that I like that I have this effect on her, even if part of it is due to the cold of the cells we’re in.

“You’re welcome, Blaine,” she whispers back, taking out her own half and bringing it up to her lips. I watch, utterly fucking captivated, as she takes a bite, then her eyes close and a small, almost sexual moan leaves her lips.

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