Page 72 of Priest and his Anarchist

“Play with her,” Priests says to Vaden as he slouches back in his chair, his eyes pinned on me. “But she stays on my lap.”

Vaden’s palm moves over my shoulder, and my eyes close when heat travels between us. With a hand on my throat, he spreads his fingers out, his thumb caressing the delicate bone of my jaw.

My head tilts, but I stay locked on Priest. I hate that I don’t hate you anymore. I hate that you can’t see me for who I am behind the ribbons and dresses.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his brow lifting.

“And if I say no?” I whisper, my legs widening a little further because if I’m going to fall off his lap, I won’t look like a lamb between two wolves.

Priest’s eyes darkened even further. I didn’t think that was possible. In every light, they’re drunk with a sinister hue. The kind you should stay away from. It’s like looking through two endless black holes, where you don’t know where you’ll land if you find yourself falling.

He chuckles, yet his expression remains flat. “Your word doesn’t mean shit to me, Madness.”

I already knew that. I would always know that.

Vaden forces my head back until I’m looking up at him from behind. Even from this angle, Vaden is ghastly. He reminds me of a shadow in the night, only with a pretty smile. “Take him out.”

Shuffling backward, I draw down Priest’s zipper while keeping my other hand steady on his abs. He’s heavy and thick when I wrap my fingers around his girth, only managing to cover the top quarter of him and nowhere near able to wrap around the entire circumference. Veins pulse against the silk of his skin, and my thumb circles the base of him as I flick my eyes up to see if I can read his expression. His wants. Priest has always been good at keeping his cards close. You can’t read him—no one can.

The corner of his eye twitches, and I keep my movements slow. Careful.

Goosebumps swell over my skin as my nipples harden at the knowledge of how dangerous this man is. He could change his mind and snap my neck at any moment.

Knowing that he’s tried before only has my hips rolling slowly.

“Spit on it,” Vaden demands from my back, and Priest’s annoyance flies over my shoulder, landing on his best friend. His gaze drops back to me lazily as if catching his own aggression and settling back on the emotionless void he’s known for.

I catch the saliva and lean forward, spitting on the tip. My hand makes its way up his thick shaft before I catch the trickle with the base of my thumb and rub it in.

“Are you going to punish me?” The words leave my lips in a harsh whisper, tilting my head at him.

His hands land on my thighs, igniting a shrill excitement that bleeds down my spine. His cock hits my pussy when he pulls me in. “Haven’t decided.”

“But you want to?”

He searches my eyes, and even this close, I can see how they move like little mechanical switches hidden deep within. I want to tear them all apart and see what really lies beneath.

Is it as rotten as everyone thinks?

Or is it something else.

“I do everything I want to do, Madness.” His rough hands curve the inside of my thigh. “Don’t you remember how it felt that day?”

My eyes close, and my back arches. The blood rushing behind my ears in feverish waves as my hips buck forward slightly, desperate for him to touch me. To do anything to me at this point but take the edge away.

“Don’t you remember?” The tips of his fingers kiss my skin, and my hips shift again. Trying to tame my breathing, my fingersdig into the trunks of his arms as my teeth catch my bottom lip. He chuckles. “I don’t want it that bad.”

He nudges his head at Vaden, leaning farther away from me.

“Knew it,” I bite, not knowing it would come out as it did and using my anger to bathe my bruised ego. “I knew you—” A thrill courses through me as his hand cups my face.

A shadow, which has haunted me for most of my life, crosses his face. “You know what?” he snaps, and the way his lips move over his teeth has Vaden releasing the grip around my throat before stepping away. “Hmmm?”

I can’t stop the tear from falling from the corner of my eye, and he watches it slide down the side of my face, his mouth curving in a wicked half-smirk.

“Ah, Madness.” He pauses, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

I need to get the fuck out of here right now. No one dances with the Devil in glass slippers.

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