Page 36 of Reign of Psychos

“Vaffanculo!” he spat.

“That’s Italian for fuck you,” Milo translated.

“Hey, nobody has to do anything they’re not comfortable with,” I said, not wanting our plans to get derailed.

“FYI, I’m very comfortable with my sexuality,” Lan piped up, still smirking. He reached out and squeezed Dario’s thigh before winking at him. “And if you want to experiment, I’m on board with that. Any hole’s a goal, right?”

“What the actual fuck? Get your fucking hands off me!” Dario shoved Lan’s hand away and dived off the sofa. “If your dick ever comes near me, I will rip it off with my bare hands!”

“Oooh, kinky! I like it!” Kyril laughed while I rolled my eyes. Fucking Landon. If he carried on winding up Dario, this evening would end up being a disaster.

“Enough!” They all turned to look at me. “We need to get this right, so let’s put aside any differences we might have and focus on what’s important, which in case you’ve forgotten…” I threw an exasperated look at both Landon and Dario. “Is Thea.”

“And if Thea does want sex at the end of our date, I’m all in,” Landon announced before casting a sly glance in Dario’s direction. “But if that offends your vanilla sensibilities, I’m sure she won’t mind if you sleep in your own room.”

I silently counted to ten, beginning to wonder if we could make this work. It was like herding cats. We’d been able to share just fine without Dario, but his presence added an extra layer of conflict. It was pretty fucking obvious the guy did not like to share.

Oh well. Landon was right. If he didn’t want to get on board the sharing train, he could fuck off. Yes, he was an asset because he understood the threats we faced, but I was willing to kick him out of the group if he caused too much trouble.

The fact he’d treated Thea like shit and been responsible for the sex tape leak still rankled. While I was polite toward him, I hadn’t forgiven him. If he put one foot out of line, he was a dead man.

18

Thea

“Don’t you think this is a bit much for a night at the movies?”

Eden gave me a once over and grinned. “Nope.”

“It’s too much, I should just wear some jeans,” I whined, not at all convinced the red wrap dress she’d squeezed me into was appropriate for afternoon tea followed by a Bruce Lee omnibus.

I was still in shock that the guys had come up with the idea of a date night. No doubt it had something to do with the fact I’d given them all the cold shoulder last night. Knowing Cassian had thought we were fucking siblings gave me the ick, but what made it worse was him confiding in the others and not one of them saying anything.

Relationships were about communication. Or so I’d heard. If we couldn’t talk about shit like this, our insane relationship would never work.

“A dress is better. Easy access.” Eden rooted through her vast makeup box in search of the perfect lipstick (her words).

“Why would I need easy access?” I asked, confused.

“Um, have you never been to the movies with a hot guy and made out in the dark?”

“I’ve never been to the movies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed at my lack of real world experience.

She stared at me, scandalized by my candid confession. “Oh my, you have some catching up to do!” After some more rummaging around, she pulled out a lipstick in the exact shade of red as my dress. And also the lingerie set she’d insisted I wear. The bra felt like it was a size too small, as my boobs were busting out, but Eden had refused to let me swap it out for a plainer black one.

“Perfect,” she announced once she’d painted my lips to her exacting standards. “This one’s kiss proof, by the way. Possibly even blow job proof, although it doesn’t mention blow jobs on the marketing blurb. Guess you can test it!”

“Eden, I am not giving anyone a blow job while watching a movie. Or while we’re eating cakes,” I added, as an afterthought, in case she suggested it.

The bitch winked. “Course not, babe.”

I stepped out of the elevator to find the guys waiting for me. Ronan and Conal stood leaning against the reception desk, talking to Kyril. Ronan whistled loudly when he saw me.

“Looking good,àilleag! Got any room in your harem for one more?” I laughed at the exaggerated wink he threw me before Kyril shoved him back and snarled something that sounded a lot like ‘I’m going to kill you’.

“Only joking!” Ronan wheezed, rubbing his throat from where Kyril’s fist had squeezed it a bit too hard. “My compliment comes from a place of brotherly affection. As much as I adore you, Thea, my heart belongs to another.”

“He means several others,” Conal snorted. “But not you, obviously,” he clarified when Kyril shifted his attention to encompass the other Kelly twin.

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