Page 24 of Sing Me a Song

He's not as tall as Torrent and Raiden, but he's just as wide. He's built thick and where they are darker skinned with dark hair, he's pale with white hair. I can't decide if it's dyed or natural since his eyebrows are just as light. He has freckles dusting his cheeks and his mouth is curved into a cute, dimpled smile.

"Sky here thinks we are selfish men out to serve only ourselves." Torrent grins at her.

"And?" Squall asks.

His answer makes both me and Torrent laugh, even Sky has a ghost of a smile on her face.

Hail comes in next and he's shirtless with a pair of low-slung gray track pants on. I immediately zoom into the outline that's resting against his thigh. His thigh.

His skin is golden, like caramel, and decorated in so many tattoos. He's leaner than the others but he's toned and defined. He's sporting a long graying goatee and his face has age lines, but they make him look good.

His dark eyes land on Sky and the grin that forms is stunning. His teeth, like the others are a bright white and he has a ring in his lip. He's gorgeous.

"Hello, Sky." He croons.

"Hail." She has yet to even look at him.

If I hadn't had an instant attraction to Raiden, Hail would be my type, and he screams trouble which happens to be exactly my fucking type.

"I'm going down to the beach." Sky pushes back her chair. "Coming?" She asks me.

I think of all the girls down there with alcohol and my stomach rolls over.

"I'm gonna head up to my room and chill until this party starts." I rise as well.

The guys stay quiet and as Sky passes Hail he reaches out and brings one of her braids to his nose, breathing deeply. She swats his hand away and the guys all chuckle but I don’t miss the dark look that flashes in his eyes. He didn’t like that.

I reach my room and walk inside to a large man with a habit of cutting into my skin, lounging on my bed. He takes up most of the queen-sized bed and he looks at ease with his hands behind his head.

“Tonight, the dress code is leather, I left you something in your closet.” He rasps and my pussy squeezes.

“Okay.” My voice comes out breathy.

He finally turns to look at me and his eyes are the lightest golden green I’ve seen yet. They pop from his face where everything else looks dark and sinful.

“Come here.” He demands and I am halfway there before I can even think about how desperate I look.

“There are rules tonight.” He reaches out and grabs the hem of my shorts pulling me in closer to his side of the bed.

“What rules?” I ask as I remain standing and looking down at him.

“You do every single thing I tell you to do. Do not disobey me.”

“I’m not your pet.” I snarl and snatch my shorts out of his grip.

“No?” He leans up and snares his fist into the ends of my hair, pulling me roughly down to his level. “I own you and if I fucking tell you to fling your worthless self over a balcony railing, you’ll fucking do it.”

The pain in my scalp has nothing on the shock I feel at his words. He went from looking sexy to downright terrifying in seconds.

He lets me go and sits up. “Don’t disobey, demon. Or I will fling you over a balcony myself.”

Then he’s off the bed and has his hand wrapped around my throat, pushing me to the double doors of my balcony. He swings the doors open and I struggle to remove his hand as he pushes me outside. The railing hits my back as he continues to push me until I’m bowed backwards and struggling to breathe.

“Am I understood?”

I can’t speak and I can barely breathe but I give a small nod. I don’t want to die and if it means I must obey a psychopath to stay alive then that’s what I must do.

Thirty grand.

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