Darius touches his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand with shock.
"I think I just came," Santos groans and drops down onto the couch.
Darius looks back at me and a crazy grin stretches across his face.
"We're gonna be the next Bonnie and Clyde." Santos moans.
Darius turns and pulls the knife out of the wall, tossing it back at me. I catch it and put it back in my trench pocket.
"We need to talk," Zander states and flings his arm over my shoulders.
I shrug off his arm and sit between Darius and Santos on the couch. I reach up and swipe the drop of blood gathering on Darius' cheek, popping my finger in my mouth. Zander gives me a pissed off look and Blaze looks just plain pissed off as they sit across from us.
"Selene here is the Reaper Incarnate," Zander tells the guys and the room falls deathly silent.
"No," Santos is the first to speak. "That's a dude. They found his latest victim in the alley yesterday and he was double her size."
I don't bother to fucking convince him otherwise because I really don't care what anyone believes.
"You're sitting beside the girl that took down the guy in the alley," Zander nods.
“I need to fuck that pussy so bad right now,” Santos says into my ear, causing my pussy to throb at his words. My panties are fucking soaked.
“I may have to take you up on that offer,” I say as I turn my head and our lips brush.
He’s quick to grab the back of my neck and haul me up onto his lap. His lips crash into mine and his cock hardens between us. We’re a moaning and writhing mess when I hear someone cursing.
“Can you separate the horny fucking teenagers?” Blaze growls. “We need to sort this shit out.”
He’s right, I know that, but Santos’ dick is perfectly pressing against my panties underneath my dress and I give it one more slow grind.
“I’m fucking you after this,” he says once our mouths separate. I can't complain about that idea.
He lifts me effortlessly, turning me to face the others but pulling my back against his front, keeping a firm grip on me as if I'm his personal possession. That should make me angry as fuck because I don't belong to anyone, but my head tilts back to rest on his shoulder and my nipples tighten instead.
Jesus fucking Christ, I hate girls who swoon over that kind of alpha bullshit, but here I am leaning into him with my pussy creaming for him.
Zander eyes us with irritation as he fills the guys in on our conversation from earlier, but Blaze flat out glares at me the whole time as if picturing his hands around my throat, choking the life out of me. I shiver, and Santos nips my neck hard, his warm breath teasing my skin as he whispers in my ear.
"Did you want me to fuck you to death right here? Because if you keep projecting your horny mood like that, you're going the right way about it," he warns, my breath hitching at the threat. I turn my head to reply, but Zander’s voice cuts through the air sharply, stopping our banter.
"If you two can't focus on the conversation, I'll make you sit your ass on Blaze's lap. You want to know what we know, so do us all a favor and pay attention. I'm not going to fucking repeat myself."
Santos flips him the bird and runs a hand down my stomach, moving lower until he's cupping my pussy firmly.
"Don’t tell me what to do with her, she’s fucking mine. Besides, you just don't want me to fuck her right in front of you because you'll be the one getting distracted," he exclaims, letting out a snarl as Blaze stands and grabs my bicep, yanking me down beside him before I can even argue. He glares at me some more, his voice rough and full of venom.
"You can be a whore later, right now we need you to fucking focus. I'm doing you a favor, Santos will likely bleed you out in all his excitement."
I lean closer, brushing my lips against his cheek.
"God, I fucking hope so," then I drag the flat of my tongue up his cheek, giving him a wink. The best way to get to Blaze is to pretend I like him. Grumpy piece of shit.
He wipes his damp cheek with a scowl, but he doesn't say anything else as Zander draws our attention.
"Anyway, as I was fucking saying, we have many years’ worth of shit against Henry. We have easily saved over one hundred girls, but so many more have been sold and lost. Like I said before, Selene, he's catching on to us, so we want to get this shit burned to the ground as soon as we can, before too many more girls get hurt. We have a shipment this week, so we need you to work on getting closer to him to try and distract him a little. I need to do some snooping in his office, but he's always in there when he's home. Do us a favor and try and occupy him elsewhere in the house. I have a feeling he's setting us up with the shipment, so I need to find out what the fuck he’s planning. After the attack, I don't trust the bastard to play fair anymore," he explains, glancing at Darius who grunts.
"What if he fucking hurts her? We've all seen what the asshole is like with women. He could kill her."