Page 73 of Lady Killer

He pulled himself off with a pop.

“Delicious.” Everest hummed, closing his eyes and sighing before speaking again. “Your turn, Luz. Who do you want to make play?”

My head was still spinning from my orgasm, and my brain stalled as I considered my options.

If I asked Everest, I had no doubt what option he would choose. “Alister,” I said, my voice still uneven.

He cocked a brow at me. I supposed that was his surprised look.

“Truth or touch,” I whispered.

Alister stood up straight. “Truth.”

Merde, now that I had the choice, what did I even want to know?

“Choose wisely,” Everest teased.

“Your tattoos, what do they mean?”

“Ouch, darling. A swing and a—‍”

“Nothing, they mean absolutely nothing to me.” His toneless voice overtook Everest’s toying one.

From anyone else, the interruption might have come across as defensive, indicative of a lie. But coming from Alister, it was simply a fact.

“What do you mean ‘nothing’? You’re covered in them, and not a single one means anything to you?”

“They’re Nix’s,” he said, as if that explained everything.

“Yes, I know you have the same tattoos . . .”

Alister looked down the length of his nose at me, as if I were an imbecile. “No, they’re Nixon’s tattoos. He wanted them, he designed them, I only have them for him.”

“What does—?”

“Shhh.” Everest reached from behind me to place a finger over my mouth again. “You get one truth, Starbright. Keep pushing and you’re going to rack up another one of those punishments you like so much from tall, blond, and broody over there. Now, I do believe it’s my turn.”

Everest hummed, tapping his finger over my lips. “Hmmm, I wonder who I am going to choose.”

I rolled my eyes at him, only to receive a sharp smack to my breast from Alister.

I bit down hard on my lip.

“Behave.”

“Oh, I know! Alister, truth or touch?”

The man in question rolled his eyes. “My brother would kill me. Truth.”

Still drowsy with pleasure, I relaxed into Everest and closed my eyes, eager to hear what he would pull out of Ali.

“When did you first notice our Starbright?”

My breath hitched, and I cracked open my eyes.

Alister sat back down on the bed. “It was the first day of classes,” he began, and surprise overtook me. “Someasshole on a scooter knocked her over, and I was hoping she would cry. She didn’t.”

He paused, peering at me intensely.

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