Page 81 of Soulless Deeds

“Well, about that,” she huffed.

I didn’t like her answer. Slipping a finger beneath the lace, I pulled on her clit piercing—hard. Spencer hissed, and I growled, biting into her neck deep enough to leave a mark.

“Tell me what you want,” I said, teasing her core with sensual, slow strokes. She was so turned on, she saturated my goddamn finger. “Tell me what you want, Spencer, and I’ll give it to you.” I almost choked.

“Just shut the fuck up, already,” she said, pulling down the collar of her dress to flash me her bare tits. My brain glitched from the sudden view, and my dick punched a hole in my pants in rebuttal.

Entirely preoccupied, I bowed my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth. And as I was about to push one finger inside her, a clear, masculine voice cut into our heated moment to have us crashing back to reality.

“Can you quit it?!” Tanner asked, tone disgusted. “I thought you two were fighting?”

“We are,” Spencer and I said simultaneously.

Tanner had turned his back on us, and I could tell by his voice that he was unimpressed. “We’re leaving. Stay or come. I don’t even care.” He began to walk away, and I could still hearhim cursing us out, shaking his head as if we were deranged. “Just as bad as Micah and Psycho,andin public.”

After Spencer discreetly repositioned her dress, I lifted her into my arms, her legs automatically circling my waist.

“You can put me down,” she said, hands resting around my neck.

“Why would I? You’re tired, aren’t you?” She looked at me, perplexed, giving a slow nod.

“I’ve got you. Rest.”

Without further preamble, Spencer laid her head against my shoulder, her soft exhales teasing my neck as I led us out of the club.

I held my whole world in my arms, and there was no way in hell I was ever letting go.

Deserve her.

I walked into the foyer with the Kings waiting for me as if approaching a firing line. Spencer was a limp weight against me, and her soft snores tickled my eardrums, the sound so welcome, it made me glow with warmth from within.

Tanner stepped up, his hands raising as if to take her from me.Ultraviolet or not, I’ll fuck him up if he even tries.I shifted out of reach and tightened my grip, leaving no room for misinterpretation.Spencer’s mine.

Tanner scoffed, turned on his heel and left without a backward glance. Emerson leant heavily onto Ace, her expression twisted as if she was going to be sick. Ace guided her after Tanner, their blonde crowns disappearing through the exit.

My gaze returned to Micah, who now stood right in front of me. She’d moved closer without me realising, her presence cryptic and weird.

Her head tilted suddenly like she’d just read my mind. Her amber eyes roamed over her sister, then me, cataloguing the embrace. “After all the fucked up shit you’ve done to her, I’m letting you take her with you for one reason only.”

“What reason is that?”

Micah didn’t reply, instead circling me, and when she disappeared behind my back, the hairs on my arms spiked to attention. My gaze collided with Psycho’s, who was a couple of metres away, arms crossed over his chest with an obnoxious smirk, clear behind a lit cigarette. He was never far behind where she was concerned, her own personal stalker and obsessed shadow.

Yet, I couldn’t help the feeling that the predator at my back was more of a danger, Micah’s position a power move that could end me with barely a thought.

A firm palm pressed against my spine, the very centre, my heart pummelling beneath. I was sure she could feel the aggressive thumps. Then, a calm voice whispered over the Vice tattoo stamped on the nape of my neck. “As long as it continues to beat for her…I promise I won’t rip it out.” The statement was eerie as if being told my own fortune by a clairvoyant.

Without another word, the heavy, suffocating hand slipped from my back. And in a detached state, I watched Micah leave.

Psycho dipped out of the shadows, following after his girl like always. On his way past, he chuckled, smoke drifting up to meet me.

XXXII

Echo

Icarried a sleeping Spencer into my room, bypassing hers without a second thought. To have her near, I couldn’t fathom the thought of depositing her into the bland, empty space she once stayed. The reminder of her leaving sent shivers up my spine, the trauma of the potential loss too much to bear.

Gently tipping forward, I laid her on top of my comforter, then beelined for the bathroom to fill the jacuzzi bath.

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