Page 30 of Saints and Sinners

ELEVEN

Catalina

The clock says sixfifteen, only forty-five minutes before I have to be at the Sinners Frat house. I look at my finger, where there is now a tiny scab from where I bled. I think he hit the fucking bone when he stuck me, but I wasn't going to cry like a baby in front of him or Jett. Had I known that he wanted it signed in my blood and would use an actual dagger, I would have done it myself.

“Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?” Dani offers for the fourth time in less than an hour.

“Really, Dani? I think I can take care of myself. Besides, I have my mace with me; I've been dying to try it out on someone, so let them come get me.” I dangle it from my keyring, “But seriously, I'll be fine; I won't be gone long.”

“Famous last words before your body is found deep in the woods.” My roommate goes back to doing her homework.

Rolling my eyes, I yank her head back by the hair, making her look up at me, “If it gets too late, I will call Uber.”

Now she scoffs, “You're going to call an Uber when you're only two blocks away?”

“If it will make you feel better, then yes.” I give her a cheesy grin.

“Fine. I'm going to hold you to it then.”

I let her hair go and pat the top of her head, “Don't study too hard.” We both chuckle because we know how little Dani actually studies.

Making sure I have my house key, I walk out the door, feeling a little confident that the guys will come through for me. I shouldn't because most people will tell me they only want a piece of ass, but I'm not so sure about that. They said I was one of them, or I was supposed to be, but I was born the wrong gender. Is it possible that they really do feel a kinship to me and will help me even if I don't do ninety percent of the things listed on that contract?

I think they would, but I also believe they are attracted to me and need to find a way into my pants. I'm playing this little game of theirs only in case there is a slight chance I'm wrong, but I don't think I am. I mean, what does knife play or gun play even mean in a contract like this?

If I am being honest, most things on that list turned me on; another reason to play their little game. They are more depraved than I thought, and although I'm into kinky shit, some of that contract scared me, but you better believe I will take every single thing they bring at me.

Iring the doorbellat exactly seven on the dot. Jett surprises me by being the one to open the door, “Lovely Lina, right on time.” He steps aside, and I walk in.

The house is unusually quiet for this time of night, “Where is everyone.”

“Oh, they're around somewhere,” Jett grabs my hand and begins pulling me behind him toward the stairs.

“So, what sort of initiation do I have to go through?” I try to keep up with him, but it's a bit hard in the heeled ankle booties I wear, “Please, slow down!”

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles but never answers my question.

As we get to the closed door leading up to the Lord's floor, he opens it and waits for me to go, but I remain where I'm at, “I'm not going up first.” I tell him.

He isn't having it, though, because he grabs my arm and shoves me ahead of him before shutting the door behind us, “Get your ass moving; I want to check out what I will be fucking soon enough.”

I turn around as fast as I can, “I'm not having sex tonight!”

Jett grabs the back of my neck, not tightly, but enough to get my attention, “You forget that we own you, so if we want to fuck that sweet cunt of yours tonight, we will,” he pauses as his eyes sweep down the length of me, “Lucky for you, that's not what we have planned for tonight, so be a good girl and get that cute little ass up those steps.”

I study him, and once I believe what he says to be true, I turn and stomp up the stairs. Although I must say, my core now throbs a little at the thought of Jett taking me from behind. Just the thought of him gripping my hips, his glutes flexing with each thrust...

I hear voices coming from a different room than they were in last night, so I head in that direction. Jett is right on my heels and almost runs into me when I stop in front of the door. Reaching around to open it for me, his package rubs against my ass, and his cologne fucks with my senses. If there was a cologne that made women spread their legs, Jett's scent would be it.

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