Page 14 of Deadly Little Games

I slam the bedroom door shut, the sound reverberating through the room, and stride confidently toward the bed, my footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. My fists clench against my sides.

She places her hands on Lucas’s chest, attempting to push him away, but he stays firmly in place.

“Care to explain?” I growl, folding myarms over my chest.

Lucas’s gaze playfully shifts between Freya and me, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Just about to eat her out. Here to watch?”

My nostrils flare, and he opens his mouth, but Freya momentarily distracts him by throwing her body sideways to evade him, and then she scrambles to her feet.

“That would never happen. In your fucking dreams,” she snaps, looking back at Lucas. Something crosses over her features, and I clench my teeth.She’s a liar. “I’m just here to find my brother, then I’m gone.”

Her brother? Interesting. He’s becoming a great asset to The Daring Brotherhood, according to Hazen. The kid has skills, ones that we have been taking advantage of.

I frown. “I’ll deal with you later,” I say, giving Lucas a side-eye. Lucas just shrugs and saunters into his walk-in closet like it’s no big deal. “And you.” I look back at Freya, trying to ignore the way her black silk dress clings to her body, accentuating every curve. With her straight brown hair flowing down her back, she nervously bites her plump bottom lip, a habit she can’t seem to break. God damn.

Memories of that night come rushing back, threatening to consume me with their power. The way her eyes lit up when my hand was around her throat. She loved it. And when my cock was buried deep inside her—fuck. Her pussy clenched around my dick like a damn vice.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore everything that happened that night. “You just don’t fall in line, do you? You just love playing with trouble.”

With a roll of her crystal-blue eyes, she delicately runs her fingers down the smooth fabric of her gown. “You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?”

“You wear your heart on your sleeve, Freya.You’re too easy to play with.” The corner of my mouth lifts and her fists tighten at her sides.

“I’m done playing games. I’ve got more important shit to do.”

Lucas reappears, dressed in a stylish black suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He holds a black lace mask and passes it to Freya. She takes it and walks toward the door, brushing past me on her way. It takes everything in me not to grab her by her throat and fuck her against the wall for the second time. Nope, never happening again. She’s one of them. I only fuck women of the elite. She was the one exception because she once was one of us, and it clearly worked out terribly.

She reaches the door and rips it open.

“The games haven’t even started yet, little Freya.” My voice lingers in the air as she storms out of the bedroom. I whirl around, glaring at Lucas. “What the fuck was that?” I breathe out. “You know she’s off-limits.”

With a casual shrug, Lucas’s lips curl into a faint smile before he strolls into his bathroom, paying no attention to me. I storm in after him and dart my hand out to grab the collar of his shirt tightly. His smirk remains plastered on his face, and I have to restrain myself from forcefully knocking it off. I shudder at the thought of more blood touching my skin.

“She’s off-limits to you, but not me,” he says, licking his lips. “You never mentioned how sweet her pussy?—”

I smash his head into the tiles, and he moans in pain.

“If you don’t stop talking,” I snap, my voice dripping with irritation, “you’ll regret it.”

Lucas finally gets the hint and nods. I let go and put some distance between us, leaning back against the vanity.

“Is this where you’ve been all night? I needed you at the docks,” I say, releasing a long breath.

“Oh fuck. Sorry, brother. I had to meet up with that scumbag Gavin to collect, then I ran into her, and she was looking for her brother. She’s sure something,” Lucas says, kicking off the wall like what he just said isn’t a big deal.

He never thinks any girls are special. He fucks nearly every night of the week, but then they are gone, thrown out like the trash. He grabs some gel from the cupboard, running it through his hair.

“Don’t let it happen again. I’m using your shower.” I don’t bother waiting for him to leave—it’s not like he hasn’t seen everything before. We grew up together, our lives intertwined so tightly it’s impossible to imagine a world without him and Hazen.

I toss my dirty clothes on the black tiles and hop into his shower, the water turning on automatically. It takes me twenty minutes to scrub away every trace of blood and grime.

Lucas is chilling on his bed, scrolling through his phone when I walk into the bedroom and head straight for his closet. He’ll have something in here for me to wear to this ball. Thank fuck we’re the same size.

As I rummage through his vast array of clothing, my gaze lands on a pair of black slacks that closely resemble his. Beside them, I spot a button-up shirt in a rich, deep shade of red. I can almost feel the smoothness of the slacks and the silky texture of the shirt. These will do nicely.

Hazen leisurely leans back against one of the bars, a joint dangling from his lips, and a glass of amber liquid in hishand. I slide in next to him and snatch the joint from his lips, and he rolls his eyes. I blow out a smoke ring and the wind catches it, wafting it away, fuck I hope this weed will help calm my anger. There’s been a constant stream of drama tonight, and all I want is to relax and unwind, but it seems like that won’t be possible. When you are The Brotherhood heirs and practically rule over Daringville, you never stop. There’s always something to take care of. It’s fucking exhausting.

“How’d the docks go?” Hazen asks, bringing his glass to his mouth. He scans the crowd, his eyes darting from face to face, no doubt searching for his next target. Lucky for him. Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to properly scratch that itch. Sinceher.

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