Page 83 of Saint

Kole steals the bottle, draining the rest before setting it on the tile. “There’s more than one room down here, Violet.”

Tipping his head to the left, I follow the motion and see a door I didn’t notice when we walked in because it blends into the wall. The only thing giving it away now is the crack of light shining through.

“What’s in there?”

Kole clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Only one question tonight, remember? And you already used it.”

“You let him watch us,” I snap back, my voice shooting up with my anger.

I’m not sure why it surprises me that Kole would let Declan watch, given what he had Nixon do to me. But thatwas before his declaration at school the other day—his big speech about howhe’s mineandI’m his.

I should have known better than to believe that meant this resembled a normal relationship.

He fucked me with a knife handle in the forest and then took me in the ass in a torture dungeon. If that doesn’t tell me everything I need to know about how sick he is and how twisted I am for accepting it, I don’t know what will.

“You’re right. Declan watched you come while I filled your ass with my cock like the dirty fucking slut you are for me.” Kole’s gaze narrows with his harsh delivery. “Just like you watched him get sucked off at the party the other night.”

I shake my head, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.

Kole stands, grabbing the back of my hair to force me to look up at him. “Did you think I’d forget just because I didn’t say anything? Nothing slides when it comes to you, kitten, so don’t mistake anything I do for kindness. You know better than that.”

“So, what was this then? Punishment?” I glare at him.

“It’s a reminder to you both about who you belong to. You’d do best to remember it.”

Like I need a reminder. Kole’s made it clear from the moment I kneeled in front of him on the side of the road.

I’m his.

“This is all a game to you.” My voice cracks, my strength breaking no matter how hard I hold it.

Kole releases my hair to grip my chin. His rough grasp is replaced by his thumb gently brushing over my mouth. “It’s not a game at all. I told you I’d show you what you mean to me just like I showed them. And don’t doubt me because you meaneverything.”

“Declan’s door was open when I walked past it the other night,” I argue, not that it will do me any good. “It’s not like we’re colluding against you, Kole. I didn’t want to see it.”

“Then you could have kept walking.” He leans in close. “But you stayed to watch.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m interested in him.”

“I’m not saying you are. But remember that lustful, sinful side of you we talked about, Violet?”

I swallow hard, nodding.

“It’s always there, just beneath the surface. Making you do whatever you can to piss me off, subconsciously or not. And you know that’s the truth. Because as angry as you were when I ripped that blindfold off, you started dripping. You love every awful thing I do to you.”

I want him to be wrong. I want to tell Kole he doesn’t know me at all. But I can’t argue when it all boils down to the fact that I respond to the pain Saint inflicts.

I knew the moment I saw Maddox and Declan fucking that woman that Kole would be upset about it. He does a lot of terrible things, but if he has to share me in any way, he’ll make everyone suffer. Still, I stood there frozen while they finished.

Glancing around Kole, my gaze meets Declan’s. He’s still standing quietly, watching us.

“Why are you still here? Didn’t you get enough of the show already?”

“She’s not easily scared. I’ll give her that.” Declan smirks, pushing off the wall of knives and implements I should probably be thankful I’m not more familiar with.

“She’s tougher than she looks.” Kole tilts his head, the smallest hint of amusement ghosting his cheeks.

We both know he’s tested that theory enough to know he’s right.

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