Page 16 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

His perusal of me was...erotic. That was the only way to describe it. I might as well have been naked with the way his eyes were caressing my skin. I felt flushed, achy...needy. My breath hitched and he pulled me forward until I was suddenly straddling him, not really having any idea how I got there.

I could feel him there, right between my legs, and it was all I could do not to move...to feel him in that perfect spot.

"What's your name, new girl?" he asked in a gruff voice that had me imagining the feel of silk sheets against my skin as he moved in and out of me...

What had he asked me again?

"Your name," he repeated, sounding amused. I forced myself to look him in the eye. I wanted him to know I wasn't prey. His pretty face was distracting me, that's all.

Why was being a normal girl so fucking hard? Maybe I should challenge him to a knife fight or something. I could be normal then.

"Aurora," I finally answered in a rough voice, getting a little lost in his eyes. They were so...green. Like freshly mowed grass on an early summer morning where the dew was still kissing the blades. I didn't know how eyes could be like that, but his were. I had an actual ache inside of me that had nothing to do with the need for sex as I stared at him, somehow reminded of childhood and early mornings on the playground during the summers in between school...before The Demon had come for me.

"Shots!" Remington suddenly shouted from behind us, breaking whatever moment I'd been having with myself and Cain's eyeballs.

Cain stood up, taking me with him. It was a smooth move and I was impressed, his hands never leaving my hips as he got up from the couch.

"Going to take a drink with us, new girl," he purred, the tip of his tongue dancing around the rim of my ear and making my entire body quiver.

One shot couldn't hurt, right? I'd already burned off the alcohol I'd had earlier, and it would be good to get in with the kings. I could at least get some party invites for Jenna.

"Let's do it," I answered, impressed with how steady my voice sounded. I even sounded a bit...flirty.

Go me.

Remington was at the bar, filling a long line of shot glasses with the Grey Goose he'd commandeered a few minutes before.

He handed me a glass with a cocky wink. "Ladies first," he said, offering me another wink, and I'm pretty sure that all the girls in the room, and guys probably, suddenly needed a change of underwear.

I took the shot and quickly threw it back, making sure not to make a face as it slid down my throat. The expensive stuff never burned as bad, so that was a plus. That punch downstairs was like gasoline.

Fun fact. Although I was always careful about my alcohol intake, it was a sure thing that I could drink everyone under the table here without getting the least bit sloppy.

The Demon had loved vodka. It had been one of his tests to train my body to tolerate as much alcohol as possible. I wasn't sure what he had been trying to teach with that one—maybe he wanted to torture me, but I was sure it would come in handy here.

A girl pushed up against me, reaching out eagerly for one of Remington's poured shots.

"Don't touch, Wendy," Remington hissed at her, and she flinched like she'd been struck.

"M-my name's Katherine," she stuttered.

"Okay, Wendy," said Paxton with an honestly evil laugh.

Poor girl looked like she was going to cry. She backed away from the bar and hurried back to the safety of her friends who looked like they wanted to push her out a window now that she'd been mocked by the kings.

"Another," I said, and Remington slid me another shot.

I threw that one back as well.

There was a pause as Remington studied me, and then a grin lit up his face, fucking blinding me with how incredibly beautiful it was.

Cain's grip tightened on my hips, like he didn't want me to forget that he was there.

"New girl wants to party!" Remington yelled to the room, and everyone there cheered wildly.

It was kind of...weird.

The music began to blast louder, Billie Ellish crooning something about a damn crown. I could get behind that.

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