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“Is this some kind of weird role-play or something?” Nixon asks, his eyebrows pinching as he takes in Saint’s ski mask.

“Hear that, Violet?” Saint’s gravelly voice sends a shiver up my spine. “Want to do a little role-play?”

I shake my head because I don’t know what Saint has in mind, but his voice drops, and the sinking feeling in my stomach tells me that whatever he’s thinking can’t be good.

“Don’t lie to me, kitten.” Saint drags his hand up my chest, gripping my throat and using his thumb to force my chin toward Nixon. “We both know you want to. You’re the one who started this byaccidentallyfinding yourself alone in herewith himafter I warned you not to.”

“I was looking for a bathroom.”

“With company?” Saint tightens his grip on my throat, making my breath stutter. “I think you wanted to see if I’d live up to my threats because you’re a curious little kitten and had to know where I’d draw the line. It’s cute that you think I have one. Especially where your safety is concerned.”

“My safety?”

“Did you think he’d just take no for an answer? You should know him better than that.” Saint presses his nose to the back of my hair and inhales through the ski mask.

And I don’t know what’s making my skin prickle more—Saint holding me close or what he’s insinuating. That being down here alone with Nixon is as dangerous as being with Saint. I’ve heard the rumors around campusthat Nixon can be aggressive in relationships, but I never saw that side of him, so I didn’t think much of it.

Not until Nixon had me alone in this room, and something about the shift in his expression didn’t feel right.

“Do you want my loyalty, Violet?” Saint’s voice is low in my ear. “Do you want to see how far I’ll go for you?”

“No,” I whisper.

Nixon steps forward. “I can leave you two.”

“Stop.” Saint’s voice thunders through the room, freezing Nixon in place.

My heart races as he releases my throat, and I choke for a breath.

“You wanted that date with my girl, didn’t you, Nix? The one she never gave you?” Saint’s fingers trail slowly down between my breasts. “You wanted to know how she tastes.”

Saint reaches the hem of my skirt and slips his hand under it, dragging the backs of his knuckles along the inside of my thigh, peeling my panties aside.

“How do you taste, kitten?” He drags two fingers through me, putting pressure on my entrance and teasing that line.

Once he coats his fingers in my excitement, he pulls them out and lifts his ski mask just enough to shove his fingers in his mouth.

“So sweet.”

My eyes widen as Saint sucks his fingers into his mouth again. He’s tasting me. His tongue rolls slowly, and the vision of all the wrong things he could do to me plays in my mind.

When he’s done, he reaches his wet fingers into the back of my hair and tugs my neck to the side, licking a path up it before pulling down his ski mask again.

“You want to know what you’re missing, Nixon?” Saint tightens his grip in my hair with his question.

He’s pulling hard enough that my back arches, and there’s a shift in his tone as anger festers.

“I didn’t mean to—” Nixon starts.

“By all means,” Saint interrupts him, releasing my hair and shoving me into the room.

I stand frozen as Saint shuts and locks the door, his focus on me as he does. With the door closed, the only light left comes from a nightlight on one wall. I watch as Saint moves like a shadow through the darkness, sinking into the chair in the corner.

“You want to taste her, don’t you?” Saint asks Nixon again, leaning back and watching us. “I promise she’s sweet.”

“I bet.”

Saint stretches his arms out across the arms of the chair. “Then, by all means.”

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