Page 91 of Saints & Sinners

She pulled back for air, eyes glazed over, lips swollen. Fucking perfect. “I didn’t know a tiny Mustang could turn you on so much.”

I chuckled, dragging my lips down the side of her throat just to feel her shudder. “I’m a man of many pleasures, Bambi.” I smirked against her skin before murmuring, “You... and apparently toy models of fast cars.”

She laughed breathlessly before kissing me again, more frantic this time. I leaned back, gripping her hips, prepared to forget everything else in the world—

Then the door swung open.

For fuck’s sake.

“Fucking shitballs!” Came Silas’s voice from the hallway. “Azrael is such a dickhead. I swear if I have to sit through another one of his speeches about discipline, I’m gonna shove that cane of his far up his ass—”

Grace and I froze.

My brain caught up at the same time as hers. We weren’t alone anymore.

I barely had time to react before Grace frantically rolled offmy lap and straight onto the floor with an undignified thump. I choked on a laugh as she scrambled under the bed like a fucking ninja.

Silas walked into my room without knocking and was still ranting. “I mean, do I look like I care about inner discipline? The only thing I want to discipline is—”

He stopped.

His eyes narrowed on me, more specifically at theveryobvious issue happening in my lap.

I stared back at him, already fucking done with this entire situation.

Silas blinked. “Bro... are you turned on by my misery or something?”

I dragged a hand down my face and gritted out through clenched teeth, “Get. Out.”

He didn’t move.

“Because, man, I get some people are into weird shit, but if you—”

I grabbed the nearest object—a pillow—and chucked it at his face.

Silas dodged easily, still smirking. “I’m just saying you should talk to someone aboutthis;I wouldn’t want the Celestials finding out.”

“Out.” I stood and shoved him back into the hallway.

“But Cain, man, I need some advice here—”

I shut the door in his face, locking it—which is what I should have done from the beginning—and the second I heard Silas’s mumbled complaints dissipate; a muffled snort of laughter came from under my bed.

I looked down. Grace was still under there, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Shut up,” I muttered, but I couldn’t stop the small grin pullingat my lips.

She crawled out, brushing herself off before sitting cross-legged on my bed. “So... we’ve learned that you have veryspecifictriggers.”

I scowled at her, picking up the toy Mustang again. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Grace’s eyes widened slightly.

I realized what I said.

Shit.

I cleared my throat, hoping to recover myself from the blunder. “You know, in a tolerable way.”

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