Page 19 of Pope’s Purgatory

Leaning down and ignoring the shocked whispers from a few club members, I bury my nose in her neck.

“Twenty minutes,” I warn her, my voice low enough that it only reaches her ears.

She nods, lifting her hands to lock at my waist for appearances, and when the shudder travels over my body, it’s not from desire, as others looking on would assume.

When I pull away, I wink at her with a smirk.

She shakes her head, tossing her hair with a giggle. “You’re bad, Pope.”

Diamond walks away, heading back to the other club whores and leaning in with laughter as if she’s excited about what’s happening.

I’m good about listening to my gut, and I’m secure in the knowledge that she’s only playing her role. I saw the pain in her eyes when she realized what we were going to have to do.

I’m tossing drinks down my throat when I spot the time above the bar.

Fucking fuck. It’s time.

Letting out a whistle, I plaster a fun, playful smirk on my face. “Let’s take this party to the playroom, my brothers. It’s time I let loose.”

The words have my throat tightening, but you wouldn’t know it from the outside. I didn’t take the drama classes that Diamond has, but I’ve had a lot of fucking practice during the first fourteen years of my life pretending to be someone I’m not to have the ability to pull this shit off.

“Diamond, babe, come,” I order.

I let my eyes roll over her as she struts up to me, feigning the desire I’m supposed to be feeling. She’s smiling as if she’s excitedabout what’s going to happen, but the closer she gets, I can tell how stiff it is.

She slides her hand into mine, and I follow Manic, Cyanide, and the majority of the council into the playroom. There are angry, heated stares aimed at my back, but no one will speak a word against me because of my position.

I lift a brow at Spunky. “Well, what are you waiting for? Turn some goddamn music on and let’s fucking party.”

Her eyes twinkle. “Do I finally get a taste of you, Pope?”

Fuck no.

I don’t say that, though. Instead, I smirk and roll my eyes over her. “Diamond gets that pleasure tonight.” I reach out and run my finger down her cheek. “Maybe later, though, yeah?”

Diamond snuggles closer, getting further into her role and wrapping her arm around me. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to brag about how big his cock is so you can be jealous.”

“Bitch,” Spunky breathes, envy written all over her face.

“Music,” I snap, my skin itching to get this over with.

Vortex sends me a text letting me know that Birdie and Valkyrie are at the gates. I told him earlier that I needed him to not let them in straight away as he normally would so we could sell this a bit harder. I make eye contact with each brother in this room to let them know this is it. Game faces slide into place and subtle nods are aimed my way.

I chug a bottle of Devil’s Mark until it’s nearly empty then text Vortex back to let them in.

“Ready?” I whisper, turning to look down at Diamond.

“No, but we’re doing this.”

I drop onto the couch, widen my legs, and let my eyes drop into a hooded stare. “Dance for me, babe. Show me what those hips do,” I order loud enough for the others not in on the plan to hear.

Nothing.

I feel absolutely fucking nothing.

Reaching up, I grab hold of her hips and bring her closer, pretending I’m enjoying this. “Grind that pussy on me.”

Birdie will know if I’m not showing any interest, so for a few seconds, I put her in Diamond’s place. The quick mind swap does the trick and my cock moves behind my jeans as I picture it being my woman climbing on top of me.

---