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The fact that he’s an Unsainted makes this easier, at least.

I lift her hood, which covers her face, and turn, careful not to expose her. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Y…you can’t bring a girl in h…here,” he stutters. “I’m going to tell the Lord.”

I raise my gold mask, and his face grows pale. “Go ahead and tell me.”

My gaze narrows on him, daring him to argue, and I don’t look away until he disappears around the corner. Fuck, he’s going to be a problem. I’m not looking forward to Damon’s lecture when he finds out. But screw it, she’s worth it.

Stasia trembles in my hold, and I jerk back, examining her. She’s frozen, and there’s a flash of fear in her eyes that has my gut twisting into a knot, filling my mouth with a sour taste. I dip to murmur into her ear.

“Run, little thief. Before I can’t let you go.”

She doesn’t hesitate, scurrying out of there the second I release her.

I wait several seconds before following after the Russian princess. She’s too enticing to let escape.

Chapter 11

Bash

There’sa sharp click when my pick finds the perfect spot, and her front door unlocks. I’m going to have to have a talk with Stasia. Getting in here was way too easy. All I had to do was follow her home.

Her house is what I expected for one of the Sainted families. Multistorey, rich dark wood flooring, and crystal chandeliers. The rushing sound of water comes from down the hall, and I track it until I find what I’m looking for. Stasia’s room is femininity personified. Pastel covers, with white-paneled walls and thickly draped windows. There’s steam coming out from under the door on the far side, and I can hear the way the water splashes against her body. My cock’s still aching from our kiss, but I resist the urge to go in there and pin her to the floor, licking up her bare skin like my body’s begging me to. I should really let her know what a good boy I’ve been. How patient I was with her.

I roam deeper into the room, sliding my finger along a gold frame with a picture of her in an intricate pose. It’s taken from far away, and I can barely make out the lights and stage around her. Her leg is held over her head, and visions of all the things I can do to that flexible body are going to haunt me tonight.Maybe I should tell her she’s what all my naughty thoughts are made of.

I fell for her the second I removed her hood and those startling blue eyes looked back at me. How the fuck could I not?

She’d pretended to be her brother, snuck into one of the most secretive societies, and sat front row and center without anyone noticing. The audacity alone has me hard. Then to find her trying to steal from the Order? I’m a goner.

There’s a squeak as she turns off the shower, and the room goes quiet. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to stay this long. I just wanted to check up on her after what happened in the Vault. I’ll be paying much closer attention to her from now on. She’ll expect that, but she probably won’t expect the reason I’m keeping track of her has nothing to do with that tiara and everything to do with the way she steals my attention. I need…craveto know every detail about her. How her mind works, what her motivations are. Fuck, how she tastes. If it wasn’t for that asshole, I’d have laid her out on that table and eaten her until she screamed my name.

I step behind the open closet door, hide myself between it and the wall, and wait for her.

She doesn’t keep me waiting long, stepping out in a plush white robe, hair wet around her shoulders. I bite back a groan when she flops over on the bed and leans over the side furthest from me to grab something from the drawer. Her robe is crawling up her thighs, mere inches from giving me a full look at her ass. I’m not sure which god I need to pray to get that fabric to move just a little higher.

Stasia rolls onto her back, and that’s when I see the pink flush to her skin. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she pulls the tie of her robe, releasing it. I bite my knuckles when the cloth falls to the side, revealing every inch of her delicate body. It’s flawless, not a mark on it, and that just makes me want toclaim her all the more. She’ll look so pretty once she’s covered in the small bruised marks from me sucking on her.

There’s a soft buzz coming from the pink vibrator. My heart rate doubles as I watch her slide her hand down to her core. Her hips lift off the bed, and her head falls back into the pillow as she presses the toy into her clit. Fuck. Her sweet moans have my dick rock hard as a flush pinkens her chest. My mouth waters at the way her nipples have turned into sharp peaks, dying for my mouth.

Lust rocks me when she moves the toy under her palm to press her fingers into her core. From this angle, I can see them dip into her, rocking in and out slowly as she builds her orgasm. She’s so fucking wet, the clear liquid covering her thighs. A shudder runs through me, and I rest the back of my head against the wall, watching her through my lashes, and unbutton my pants.

I’d have to be a saint to resist, and I’ve never been a good man. I’m definitely not going to try now. My cock springs forward as I release it from the confines of my boxers. It’s red and angry, pulsing with the need to bury itself into her. I swipe my thumb over the precum dripping from the tip and use it to lubricate my hand as I fist the shaft.

I grit my teeth together, stroking myself at the same tempo as her fingers, storing what she likes to use for later. Because there will be a later. She hasn’t realized it yet, but this girl will be mine.

I ignore the thought that I’m exactly like my brothers, too distracted by the way her teeth indent her bottom lip. My grip tightens, and my balls grow taut as her pace increases, small whining moans escaping her mouth. My girl is so fucking close, and I’m right there with her.

I lower my shirt over my hand, covering it. My hips rock forward, my fist alone not enough, instead picturing her pretty pink pussy wrapped around it.

Tingles roll up my spine, and I have to clench my muscles to stop myself from coming, wanting to go at the same time as her.

Her knees spread wider, giving me the perfect view. Her thighs quiver, her heels digging into the bed. I’d fucking kill to know what she’s thinking.

I squeeze my tip, biting back a groan. The part of me that wants her to know I’m here is suppressed by the desire to see her come undone.

She murmurs words I can’t make out. Over and over again. I’m dying to eat them, to press my mouth into hers.

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