Page 27 of The Tenth Circle
Slamming Annalie into the wall, I press my entire body against hers. She doesn’t even try to escape. As per usual, a coward is only as brave as another body they have to hide behind.
In this case, it’s her missing friend Alexis, because Saint looks more concerned for the top of the ceiling than the girl he’s fucking.
Yet here’s Annalie, still pleading for him to help her.
But a seven nation army couldn’t help her now.
I’m seconds from colliding my fist with her nose when Saint speaks the words, “Get off.”
I squeeze tighter. “Suck a dick.”
“Listen to Saint you crazy cunt!” Annalie struggles again. “You shouldn’t get on his bad side.”
Funny there’s no mention ofherbad side.
I bring my lips so close I can taste her labored breath on my tongue. Then, with a low chuckle, I whisper, “Or maybe neither ofyoushould get on mine.”
Annalie raises her leg to try and knee me, but I’m quick and catch it with my palm. “Fuck with Bex again, and my hand around your throat will be the last thing you ever choke on.” Releasing her leg, I wipe whatever remnants of chocolate I can with a finger. Then, with a smile much colder than my first one, I bring it to her cheek and draw a trail of brown across it.
I tilt my head. “Who’s the pig now? Hm?”
This time when she tries to pry out of my grip I let her, not because Saint wants me to, but because I’d rather have my way with Annalie when Bex is here to finish her off.
Saint reaches past us to release the emergency button. “Get the fuck out,” he says as the doors slide open, but I refuse to budge. Fuck him and his demands. Especially when they have Annalie grinning proudly as she cleans her face.
“Yeah bitch, get the fu?—”
Saint grips Annalie by the back of her arm and pushes her out of the elevator, leaving her rolling onto the floor in a horrendous pink skirt.
Gotta love a goodkarmaticeffect.
I’m about to make my exit when he shoots an arm out to stop me—then he presses the close button.
Oh, this boy better not test me while I still got an axe left.
I reach for the open button, but Saint snakes a hand around my wrist freezing me midair.
“Get off me. Now,” I order as the doors slide closed, and this time when the emergency button gets pushed, the entire situation feels much less enticing.
Saint spins me around to face him, eyes darkening without changing their shade of bright blue.
“I gave you an order,” he grits out. “You ignored it.”
There’s a familiar chill running through me, along with an overwhelming sense of Déjà vu.
Saint’s gaze on me is cold, but nowhere as cold ashis.
Then again, temps do change gradually.
“There a reason for that?”
“Besides not giving a fuck enough to listen?”
His hold on me tightens. “Bad idea.”
“What?Getting on your bad side?” I mock Annalie’s comment from earlier. “You’re right, it’s agreatone.” I rip myself from his grasp, and given the length of Saint’s strength, it’s probably because he allows it. “You and your degenerate friends may scare everyone else, but not me. I won’t be anAnnalie, or a Preston, worshipping at your altar.”
Saint’s brows furrow with the mention of Preston, but he’s otherwise unresponsive as I continue.
