Page 58 of Sin Like the Devil

“You two!”

Aw, shit.

Not even the displeased boom of Langley’s voice can shatter my post-orgasm high. I manage to peel an eyelid open to look over Raine’s shoulder, finding Langley standing in the entrance, hands braced on his hips.

“What on earth are you doing?” he interrogates.

Not a single decent excuse manifests.

“Getting off?” I blurt instead.

His mouth drops open. “There’s a brawl going on outside!”

“Well, shit.” Raine grins lopsidedly at me. “Sounds like we’re missing the fun.”

“Both of you out!” Langley yells. “Right now.”

Keeping his back to the displeased guard, Raine pulls his glistening hand from my leggings. I’m mesmerised and totally unembarrassed as he pops his fingers into his mouth and sucks enthusiastically.

“Now!” Langley adds.

Raine releases his now-clean digits then leans closer to speak into my ear. “Next time, I want you to spread these heavenly juices all over my face. Got it?”

Holy. Freaking. Shit.

“Got it.”

His smirks deepens. “Good. Let’s go before we get our asses kicked.”

Quickly righting my clothes, I hand Raine his guide stick. We reluctantly walk over to where Langley waits. He turns and stalks out, muttering something I can’t hear over the shrilling alarm. I bite my lip to hold in a laugh as Raine chuckles.

“Worth it,” he declares.

“Eh. If you say so.”

“Well, shit. Thanks for the glowing review, guava girl.”

“We all have room to improve. I don’t want to overinflate your ego.”

“Something tells me that would be impossible in your company,” Raine quips back.

When his spare hand connects with my arm and slides down to find my hand, our fingers somehow end up intertwined. I don’t know if I’m exhilarated or terrified by how right it feels to be held by him.

CHAPTER 11

RIPLEY

BIPOLAR RHAPSODY – KID BRUNSWICK

Patients march towards the cafeteria in regimented lines, trapped under the watchful gaze of stony-faced guards. Everyone’s on edge. A sleepless night of shouting and constant alarms blaring has left us all haggard.

When we were escorted back to our rooms, no one on the fifth or sixth floor knew what had happened. Rumours circled, but I don’t believe the ramblings of Joshua—our resident schizophrenic. He once claimed to have seen Santa Claus dancing naked in the quad.

Rae slips between several patients to sidle up to me. “What’s the stink?”

“You didn’t see what happened either?”

“Nah.” She glances around at the heavier than usual security presence. “Just heard about it through the grapevine. Did someone get their ass kicked?”

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