Page 54 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

"You’ve got one second," Cain's voice called out to me. I rolled my eyes at my reflection, before reluctantly heading back into the bedroom.

Of course, Cain was no longer against the door; instead, he was lounging on my bed. I'm sure that intoxicating scent of his would be embedded in my sheets. I really needed to find where the laundry room was in this place, because the last thing I wanted was to be drenched in Cain's scent when I went to bed.

Cain's hot gaze licked at my skin as he took my outfit in.

"You'll do," he commented dryly, but he couldn't hide the heat in his gaze. We both knew I looked good.

Cain hitched himself off the bed effortlessly before strolling out the door without another word, apparently expecting me to follow him… like a dog.

We walked down the long hallways, and as usual, a shiver ran down my spine. I rarely saw the other members of the society, which I wasn’t complaining about, but this place felt old, and sometimes it felt like I was being watched. And not just by the cameras that seemed to be everywhere.

I’ve never really liked old buildings. I could appreciate their history, but as usual, my past made it impossible for me to ever feel comfortable in them. For a period of time, The Demon had owned an old house in a quiet village in England. The cottage was apparently three hundred years old, not ancient for England, but old enough to have stories imprinted in its walls. Three hundred years of pain and loss combined with what The Demon had done while we lived there had ensured that I slept very little.

I quickened my steps so I was right behind Cain, and either he didn't notice or he decided not to comment on my pace since he was silent until we got to a door in a hallway I hadn't explored yet. He opened the door, and all I saw was the top of a few steps and then nothing but darkness. He began to go down the set of stairs, but I didn’t follow, shifting uneasily instead as I willed myself to not be afraid.

Cain stopped a few steps down before turning to look at me.

“What’s the holdup?” he asked, annoyed. Then recognition flared in his gaze, and he grinned cruelly. “That’s right, Paxton said you were scared of the dark,” he commented.

For some reason, hurt flared through me at the idea that Paxton had told them about that. Had he also told them about our conversation that night? A conversation that seemed so hazy and unreal in my memory, I wasn't sure if it was real.

"Come on, little devil. There's nothing down here scarier than me." He eyed me again, and his grin widened. "And maybe nothing scarier than you as well."

I felt a little sick as I followed him down the staircase, knowing that there was definitely a light switch somewhere around here and he was just intent on torturing me.

I kept a few steps away from him, just in case he decided to do something like push me down the stairs, but after what seemed like a million steps, we made it to the bottom, where a light immediately clicked on, showcasing an array of cars that all belonged in one of the Fast and the Furious movies. It honestly made me a little bit sick how decadent this place was. What did college students, evenrichcollege students, need with a secret underground garage filled with luxury vehicles that I wasn't even sure some celebrities could afford?

We passed an Audi R8 that gave me majorFifty Shades of Greyvibes to where Cain’s McLaren was waiting. I wondered idly what kind of cars the others had.

He unlocked it and I opened up the passenger door immediately, remembering how annoying he’d been the last time we’d gotten into the car. Cain grinned at me like he was remembering the same thing.

Asshole.

“You ever going to let me drive this thing?” I asked, only a little bit joking.

Driving was one of the few things in life that had ever given me… joy. Strangely enough, even though I'd been taught to drive by The Demon, he hadn't been able to taint it with all the bad memories he’d tainted everything else with. I'd actually learned to drive when I was ten, which sounded crazy even just thinking that, but it had happened.

The Demon was determined not to get caught, and even though he was meticulous in covering his tracks, he always had getaway plans ready for us, just in case. And so he taught me how to drive as early as he thought possible. I still remembered what it felt like as that little girl to put my hands on the steering wheel for the first time. Even with The Demon sitting right next to me, it tasted like freedom, or at least the possibility of freedom.

It was one of the only times that it felt like The Demon had actually been proud of me because I'd taken to it like a fish in water. He’d taught me to drive stick first, making manual a no-brainer. Sometimes he’d taken me to roads so out in the middle of nowhere that it was next to impossible for a cop to spot us. And I’d drive so fast it actually felt like I was flying.

"In your dreams, little devil," I belatedly heard Cain say. And I realized that I’d gotten lost in my thoughts once again.

"I'll let you touch my stick, though," Cain said, and it was almost embarrassing how long it took for me to get what he was saying.

“That was bad, even for you," I told him. "You really need to work on your lines."

"That wasn’t a line, Aurora. There's not a girl who's been in this car who hasn't desperately wanted to touch my stick… wanted to lick it. You can do that too, you know. Might help you feel like you were getting in with the student population."

I immediately wanted out of the car, because the idea of all the sex acts that had probably been done in this car made me a little bit sick. Or really sick actually.

“What’s the matter, princess? It doesn't turn you on to think of some girl sitting in the same seat as where you're sitting now, drooling over my dick?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not wanting to even think about how heat flared to life between my legs whenever he talked like that. I already knew that there were a million things wrong with me. I didn't want to add one more thing to the list.

"Tell me about the fight tonight," I ordered, wanting to push the conversation as far away from the current topic as possible.

Cain had finally started the car and driven forward until a panel in the wall opened up like we were in some sort of spy movie. He started down an enclosed road lit by soft lights embedded in the rock around it, taking a few twists and turns before we made our way to the surface where the road popped out into what must've been the woods right outside of campus.

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