Page 124 of Saints and Sinners

“No, I have Oakley with me,” I inform her.

She scoffs, “It figures...”

“Dani, someone is after me, so I will always have someone with me.” I'm a little annoyed that my friend doesn't care much for my well-being.

“I didn't mean it like that, Cat. All I'm saying is that they can leave you with me to hang in my room.” She's seriously delusional if she thinks the Lords of Sin will trust anybody to keep me safe.

“Don't take offense, Dani. I doubt they would even trust my own parents to keep me safe. They are taking their duty seriously and have already failed once...they won't let it happen again.”

“Fine, whatever,” I see her walk out of the building and walk my way before hanging up her phone, “So, why did you even come over?” She glares at Oakley through the Camaro window.

Being the asshole that he is, he winks at my friend and goes back to scrolling through his phone. “He said that you were worried about me, and since I need to go see my dad, he figured we would stop on the way, so you can see that I'm okay in person.”

“Well, that was thoughtful of him,” she says snidely.

I cross my arms and glare at my friend, “Actually, it was thoughtful of him, because he didn't have to drive over here just so I could see my friend, but now I'm beginning to think it was a waste of time.” I go to open the car door, but she stops me.

“Wait!” She grabs my arm, “You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that I've been so worried, and I've missed my friend, Cat. I feel like I've lost you as a friend now that you have the Lords.”

“Dani, you haven't lost me as a friend, but you will lose me altogether if I don't keep myself safe until this fucker is caught,” I tell her because I've come to realize this myself.

The guys may act like douchebags and say all the wrong things, but they mean well, and I'm going to listen to them from now on. I worry about them just as much, though. If this person threatening us can't reach me, which Lord will they go after first?”

After saying goodbyeto Dani and promising to have a girl's night over at the Frat House soon, Oakley drives us to my father's office. I've already texted him and found out he's in a meeting most of the afternoon, so now is the perfect time. I don't know if my father will be mad about me going into his office, but at this point, I don't give a fuck. He's yet to call me to ensure I'm okay after my ordeal. Not once has he tried to see me; deep down, that hurts.

Oakley argues with me once we get there, insisting that he's coming in with me, “You will not go anywhere without one of us, Kitty Cat, not even your father's office, or home for that matter.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Fine, but at least let me do the talking to his receptionist; she likes me.”

He holds his hands up, “The floor is all yours. I'll just be your arm candy,” he winks at me, and I burst out laughing and shake my head.

He follows me into the building and up the stairs, grabbing my ass every chance he gets. When we reach the door just outside the office, Oakley shoves me against it, pressing his body to mine. His warm breath tickles my ear and neck.

“Thank you for earlier, Kitty Cat. Your cunt felt so good wrapped around my cock, but I meant what I said. There will be no more sex until you're healed. However,” he pauses and forces two fingers into my mouth, gagging me, “this mouth is going to work overtime until then.”

I haven't the slightest idea why he is bringing this up now when we are about to walk into my father's office, but I nod, letting him know that I understand. I also whimper with need because, as always, his words and treatment have turned me on. His little snicker tells me he knows exactly what he's done to me, and he rubs himself against my ass.

“God, you're such a slut for our cocks, aren't you?” When I don't respond, he yanks my head back by my hair, “I asked you a question, Kitty Cat. Are you a slut for our cocks?” I nod, and he chuckles, “That's what I thought. Let's get what we came here for, so we can get the fuck out of here.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and drool follows, but before I can wipe it off, Oakley smears it across my face, “Leave it.”

Like a good girl, I do.

Ms. Davis isn't ather desk, and her computer is shut down. Looking at the clock, I see it's a little after noon, so she must be at lunch...perfect. I go straight to my father's office door only to find it locked. Oakley doesn't let that stop us, though. He walks over to the receptionist's desk and finds what he's looking for before coming over and jimmying the lock until it unlocks.

We walk straight to my father's desk, and once again, Oakley uses the tools and opens the locked drawer. He pulls out a few files and briefly looks through them, making sure they are the ones we are looking for. I ensure everything remains in place, so it doesn't look like we were here, but my accomplice has other ideas.

“On your knees, Kitty Cat.”

“What? You can't be serious!”

“I am dead serious. Get on your fucking knees and open that beautiful mouth.” His hands go to the button and zipper on his jeans, and he opens them up, pulling his stiff cock out. It throbs in his hand as he waits for me to obey.

I drop to my knees, my heart racing, afraid we will be caught, and yet, turned on by the thought of being seen in this position, and he doesn't seem bothered by it, so I go with it. I open my mouth and automatically put my hands behind my back as I wait for him to use me like he wants to. It doesn't take him long once he slides his girth into my mouth and fucks it fast and hard before he makes me swallow every drop.

I'm before him, still kneeling, as I gaze up at him. Caressing my cheek, his grin tells me all I need to know; he's proud. Using his thumb, he swipes at something at the corner of my mouth, “Tuck me back in, Kitty Cat.”

I do so quickly before he takes my arm and helps me to stand. However, when I go to move away, he spins me around, “Oakley! What are...”

“Shh...” He bends me over my father's desk, “You didn't think I would leave you hanging after being such a good girl for me, did you?”

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