Page 15 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

I was pretty sure that was his name.

The room was dim, only a few spotlights on along with the light coming from the humongous tv on the wall. Even with the low light, I could still see those startling blue eyes of his, almost seeming to glow from across the room. He leaned back deeper into his couch cushion, his eyes hooding as he let out a low groan that sent illicit sparks dancing through my body.

I belatedly realized that there was a girl on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down over his lap. He was getting a freaking blow job in a room full of people. The people playing pool on the far side of the room weren't even bothering to hide the fact that they were watching. Between Remington and I, we were evidently giving the room quite the entertainment.

But the other two kings sprawled nearby on the same couch just looked bored as girls tried to get their attention.

I had seen people get spliced in every which way, but watching a guy get a blow job in public... well, I was blushing like mad.

"Best run away, little girl. Grownup games might be a bit too much for you in here," the king sitting next to Remington drawled. That one would be Paxton. He had a crazy look in his gaze as he slowly perused my whole body, and a shiver inched up my spine. I knew what it looked like when someone was unhinged. I'd seen that look for years...sometimes I'd seen it in my own gaze. And Paxton Jones was the epitome of unhinged. I lifted my chin and stared back at him, ignoring the low grunts of pleasure coming from Remington. You couldn't show weakness to crazy people. That was Surviving a Serial Killer 101.

Not that Paxton was a serial killer.

I thought.

When I didn't look away, or even blink, Paxton grinned, the smile slipping across his face like a ghost. There one second, then gone the next, like it had never happened.

Honestly, the smart thing would have been to take a step back and run for my life. But I somehow found myself taking steps further into the room, their stares drawing me in. I walked to the edge of the couch, my gaze drawn back to Remington as he finished with a loud groan, holding the girl's head down so he could make sure to finish in her mouth.

There was a grimace on her face when he finally let her up for air, but she quickly schooled her face, giving him what I thought was supposed to be a seductive grin as she struggled to get off her knees.

"Thanks, Remington," she purred, and my jaw dropped. I didn't know that was a thing, thanking someone for fucking your face.

But what did I know?

"Want to go next?" Paxton asked, and I realized my mistake in taking my eyes off of him because he was standing right behind me somehow, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

"I'll pass," I said flatly.

And then Remington was there, standing in front of me. I froze between the two of them, afraid to move a muscle surrounded by two apex predators.

"The ass is probably an eight," Paxton commented, and I bristled in shock.

"Tits are a clear ten though, Pax. At least two handfuls. Cantaloupes maybe?" Remington added.

"Want to comment on my waist to boob ratio?" I spit, ready to junk punch both of them.

"Back off."

The order was soft but threaded with an edge of violence. And it came from the golden-haired angel still sitting on the couch.

Cain.

The room went silent at his order, and both Pax and Remington went still, displeasure clear on their faces as they stared down at me.

I was feeling uncomfortably hot as they both stepped away, albeit reluctantly. "Just having a bit of fun, Cain," Remington said smoothly as he walked over to the bar on the far side of the room and grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose. He slung it back like it was water.

"Come here, new girl," Cain ordered in that same calm voice. Pax was still standing behind me, but somehow I wasn't as worried about him. Because I'd just identified the leader of the kings, and I didn't think Pax would try anything now that I was snarled in Cain's sights.

I hesitated, wondering what my angle should be here. But then I finally took a few hesitant steps towards him until I was standing in front of him.

He was sprawled casually on the couch, his legs widespread just as Remington's had been, just with no girl in between them. He was wearing a loose pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt along with a faded black ball cap that he had on backwards. The sweatpants were the stuff of every girls' dreams, sitting decadently low on his hips, enough to showcase those v lines that looked like they'd been airbrushed; they were so perfect. And...

Holy Fuck.

Talk about Big Dick Energy. Cain's nickname was officially going to be #BDE because I was pretty sure those sweats were housing a trouser snake or something. I quickly flicked my gaze to his face, trying to control the ever-present blush that didn't seem to want to go away.

But his face didn't help. Seriously, how were all three guys so freaking hot? I mean, I'd seen them in the lunchroom, but I'd been intentionally trying not to look at them. I had no choice but to look at them now.

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