Page 70 of Kings of Lust
That was the first moment I had a chance to take a look at him. Ok...more like staring at the twinkles of madness dancing in his eyes. So similar to Ferris, yet so different in so many ways. A lump made room in my throat, racing to the pit of my stomach as the thought of spending the next couple of days in this place was scaring me to death.
‘Come, Mouse. Let’s get you unpacked,’ Cole broke me off from my momentary shock and escorted me to follow the guy that was carrying out our bags. ‘Take your clothes off,’ he instructed as soon as our assigned bellboy left the room.
‘I have to open my bag first and find something to change into.’
‘Who said you were changing intosomething?’ the evil grin he perfectly owned was stirring all thoughts running through my mind. Fear. Contempt. And unwanted desire!
‘It’s up to you if you want to trade making an impression over a half an hour between the sheets,’ I raised my shoulders, taking my jacket off and throwing it on the bed.
‘Only a half an hour!? You must’ve gotten yourkingsmixed up.’ He muttered since I had tried to offend his manhood. ‘And don’t try to use reverse psychology on me. It won’t work.’ He seemed pissed off, unveiling my plan.
‘It isn’t reverse psychology.’ It was, but he didn’t need to know that. ‘It’s just that I felt the competition the second I walked in, and I figured that you wanted to be on top of that. It’s a jungle out there and you shouldn’t be walking in with amouseon your arm. You should be holding a feline,’ I tipped him a seductive wink, assuring myself that we weren’t going to wrinkle the sheets less than ten minutes since walking into the room.
‘Oh, so tonight you’re the feline,’ Cole let out a loud laugh, taking a step towards the spot I was in. ‘But the problem is, I don’t want to hold a feline. I want to fuck it.’ His words reverberated throughout me, awakening the exact instinct reflected into his gaze. Feral. Raw. Consuming.
‘Get dressed,’ opposite to what he said earlier, he was preparing to put in a show. One that will consolidate his position in the winners league ‘Give me the best you’ve got,Mouse.’
‘You can’t handle my best,’ I smiled, as I was already going through my luggage.
‘Unless you’re wearing something that shows off your full Brazilian wax, I don’t think you have something to surprise me with,’ Cole took off his shirt to search for a new one in his bag while I had just found an outfit of my own.
‘I’ll be right out,’ Holding my clothes in one hand and my make-up kit in the other, I ran straight to the bathroom, before Cole got a chance to come up with some new idea and ask me to change in front of him.
A pair of leather thighs and a black corset were my options for the night, and by the look of Cole’s face when I stepped out of the bathroom, I had played my cards right. Plus, it was a good hair day, and I was preening on that, letting my locks roll in silky waves over my chest.
But my look wasn’t entirely ready. Something was missing. A detail that would tie everything together.
‘I’ll be wearing that tonight,’ I snatched his academy jacket from his bag and put it on me. It was a sign of ownership, one of belonging, drawing very precise lines on what’s what and who’s who. Cole might have thought I did it to swear some unworded allegiance to him. But I was doing it out of a dreaded sensation of fear. I needed protection. Even if the cards weren’t facing up on the table yet, there was something completely wrong with everything from here, no matter how perfect things may have seemed in the daylight.
‘Would you look at that? Turns out you are a little feline after all,’ I could see the hidden admiration in his eyes. I was going to solidify his position amongst the Elite of this city, and he was perfectly aware of that. ‘Let’s get downstairs. You took for fucking-ever to get ready.’
‘Oh, so you had time for sex, but I don’t get five minutes for makeup?’
‘More like fifty minutes for some doodling that I’m going to ruin as soon as the party ends.’
I got the hint. Even if I preferred I hadn’t. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t still ignore him. ‘Well, ready if you are,’ I headed towards the door, trying to avoid all further hints of how we would spend the night.
‘You like to play games with me,’ racing through the door, Cole caught up with me, melting the softness of his lips on the crook of my neck while one of his hands molded onto my ass. ‘Don’t leave my side,’ he roared as soon as we got into the extra-large living room.
Despite his advice and my initial gut feeling, the party was much similar to those that we attended in the past, with one exception. Here, Cole wasn’t the center of the universe and no one came to bother him with false oaths of allegiance. Pretty nice, if you asked me.
Even though refinement was the keyword of the evening, as the food, drinks, and even the decorations were polished to an extreme shine, the same refinement didn’t reflect into the people attending. Sure, they were all rich, but there was something so wrong with each and every one of them. Their souls were so rotten that they made the Elite residents of Echo City look like angels compared with what I found here.
Gossiping and envy seemed to be the theme of the evening since that’s all I could ever hear in the murmurs around us. Who has what and how could someone else benefit from that part? These people were even faker than my own supporters.And that should be a record!
‘You know, you do look really fucking pretty tonight, Mouse,’ Cole brought his thumb to wander on my lips, asking them to part and welcome his tongue.
As much as I usually kept telling myself I hate him and everything related to the man, his mouth was something I was beginning to be fond of. Luckily, I didn’t have to part from it too soon, taking our union of lips so far that uncontained soft moans began escaping from my throat.
I liked it, and he knew it, wrapping his fingers between strands of my hair to support the back of my head as he adventured to tease the depths of my mouth.
‘I could ask you to cut in, but Camden told me your girl is off-limits. Wouldn’t want to start a war or something like that,’ a tree tall mass of muscles and piercings spoke from less than ten inches away from us.
‘Treyton,’ Cole broke off the kiss but didn’t let me go, keeping his hand tightly clutched over my waist. ‘I haven’t seen you in a while. Did you get even fucking taller?’
‘Yeah, a few inches short from getting a blow job with the girl standing.’ Treyton considered himself to be funny.
I for one wasn’t laughing.
