Page 46 of Of Heathens & Havoc

“Mercy,” he says, giving her a quick nod on his way.

“Hey,” she says, gulping and staring at his sweaty body like she’d like to choke on his donkey dong. The chick has no chill whatsoever, and clearly doesn’t know her fuck-me eyes are eye-fucking every guy in the room. The thirsty little lamb will learn not to look at men that way soon enough.

“How the fuck do you know Royal Dolce?” Saint demands as soon as the door closes behind the two departing players.

“We’re both freshmen,” she says, shrugging. “We have a project together.”

“Try again,” Saint says, turning his back and grabbing a towel from the cart. “You can’t work with him.”

“What?” she demands.

“You heard me,” he says. “Find a new partner. One without a penis.”

“Okay…” she says, looking at him like he’s ridiculous and not just looking out for his sister. If Eternity were here, I’d dothe same thing. No dude wants to think about his sister’s uterus being skewered from bottom to top with an inhumanly large monster cock.

“Trust us, he’s bad news,” Angel says, accepting the towel from Saint. He swings his leg over the bench and turns his back while he mops his face.

“It’s for class,” Mercy says, staring at Angel’s back, where a giant crow is inked into the entire canvas of his skin, stretching over his shoulders and down his arms.

“You’re studying shit for class,” Saint corrects. “He’s studying you.”

“He’s not studying me,” she protests, looking at him like he’s crazy. “He has a girlfriend.”

I laugh. “How’d you make it to college with that much naiveté intact?”

The defiant spark in her eyes makes me want to break her will so completely she’s a lifeless fuck doll who does nothing but beg for my dick and then sob for mercy while it pounds her so hard her soul leaves her body and joins mine in hell.

“Trust us, lil mama,” Angel says, twisting around on the bench. “We’re just looking out for you. It don’t matter if he’s got a different girl lined up to ride his dick every night of the week. His only project right now is wearing you down until you let him bust one out inside you.”

“No lies detected,” I say, hopping off the treadmill and draping my towel over the back of my neck. “Let him nut in the butt, and you’ll never see him again.”

Mercy’s chin juts out, making her fat lower lip look so delicious I want to bite it and listen to her whimper in pain. “Stop deflecting,” she says, like she’s suddenly grown a pair.

“Oh, so you think you’re in charge here?” I ask, gesturing between us. “You think you’re calling the shots?”

She just glares.

“That’s so cute.” I turn to the boys. “Isn’t she cute?”

“That’s not how this sacrifice thing works,” Saint says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You trashed my room,” she says, crossing her arms and returning her attention to me. “Admit it.”

“Now, why would I do that?” I ask, throwing an arm around her. “If I was going to go in your room, I’d do it when you were there so I could hear all those sexy noises you make when you’re scared, like you did when I tied you up on HAVOC night. They make me so hard.”

She shoves me away with surprising strength. “Get off me,” she huffs, wrinkling her cute little nose. “You’re all sweaty.”

“You love it,” I say, reaching down and gripping the hem of my tank, my arms crossed over my abdomen. Her eyes follow the movement, and she gulps as I slowly peel up the damp fabric, dragging it over my abs, my chest and shoulders, and finally over my head.

Her gaze locks in on my pierced nipples, and a pretty red color starts to creep up her neck. The bitch looks like she’s ready to drop to her knees and suck me off right here.

“You need a picture?” I ask, stroking my palm over my tattooed chest and down my abs. “Because I’m down, as long as it’s an even trade. Titties for tatties.”

“What?” she asks, jerking her gaze from my piercings.

“I mean, if you’d rather touch, I’m open to that too.” I wink at her, and she tucks her hands behind her back like it’s the only way she can keep from reaching out and playing with the rings. “If you like hardware, just wait ‘til you see my dick. Oh wait…”

“That’s my sister,” Saint snaps, shoving past me. He swats me with his towel, and though it’s hard enough to make my ass sting, I know he’s not really pissed. Saint doesn’t lose his temper.

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