Page 1 of Saints and Sinners

ONE

Prologue

“Sign on the dottedline, Kitty Cat.”

His words are on repeat in my head as the vision of me signing away my freaking soul to the Lords of Sin in my own blood plays back.

I shudder at the memory.

I can still feel the knife slicing through the tip of my finger, going deeper than necessary, and my blood beading at the tip. Putting my finger on the contract, I sign my life away for the Sinner's help.

“That's a good girl, Kitty Cat. Remember, come to the Frat house at seven o'clock on the dot. We wait for no one; never forget that.”

“See you around, Lovely Lina,” his friend smirks before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away.

I don't know where the last of the Sinners is, but I don't care at the moment. I need to get out of here before any of my sorority sisters see me associating with the Lords.

Tossing my bag over my shoulder, I shove my finger in my mouth to try and stop the bleeding as I hastily flee the library where I met them. I can feel eyes on me, and when I glance over my shoulder,HEis still standing there watching smugly as I make my escape.

“Oh, God, what have I done?”

Nothing good can ever come of this.

They are twisted and depraved.

They enjoy seeing others suffer.

Even the devil's spawns can't be as wicked as these boys are, yet I want them. I want all three of them, but I'm scared of how much they will ruin me mentally and emotionally. I am insane for thinking it, but I've never wanted anything as bad as I want the Lords of Sin.

They will eat me alive and then spit me out, or so they think, but that's where they are mistaken. I am desperate enough to take whatever they want to dish out, but I won't make it easy for them. I will fight them every chance I get, only giving them just enough to keep them helping me; that's the plan anyway.

Hurrying around the corner, I slam into a brick wall, or at least it feels like one. As I focus on the wall, I realize it's not a brick wall at all but a wall of chest belonging to the missing Lord.

“If it isn't the sexy Little Saint. Is the deed done?”

“Deed?” I raise a brow, watching the sexy smirk form on his lips.

“The contract...did you sign it?”

“What do you think?” I ask cockily as I raise my finger, which is still bleeding.

“So, we own you now...”

“Nobody owns me!” I glare at him.

“The Lords do, and I can't believe you have the guts to stand here and talk to me like this, Little Saint.” I lean against the wall as he cages me in with his body.

He lifts my hand and sucks my finger with the cut, moaning before I snatch it away, “Oh, the fun we will have with our new little toy.” He licks his lip with a trace of my blood still lingering on it and then bites the ring pierced through his bottom lip.

“In your dreams, perv!”

“We will see about that...”

He pushes himself off the wall, and his eyes do a sweep from my head to my toes, sending tingles throughout my body. I cross my arms over my chest and continue to glare until he turns and starts walking away.

He turns and walks backward, throwing me a wink, “I will see you real soon, Little Saint.”

My body trembles at his last words, and I know I am undeniably in deep shit. Saints and Sinners can't associate with one another; it's in the Sorority rules. It's a good thing that I've never been a fan of rules, because regardless of how much the Lords scare the shit out of me, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame, and I'm very much looking forward to getting burned.

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