Chapter 17 The Masked Guest
Serena
“Father is losing his shit downstairs because someone decided Serena’s room would be the new party venue,” Saint said, stepping past Lara as if she were nothing more than a pillar of salt.
Lara’s face fell. Wait… did she have eyes for him too?
“You’ve just interrupted a disciplinary session,” Mrs Rivers’ voice was louder than before now that her son was in the room with us. “Your fiancée is wearing the dress Sin sent up for Lara. Another reminder that we are about to let a thief carry this family’s name.”
Saint wasn’t paying attention to anyone else. His eyes refused to move away from me. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time… and wanted to memorize every inch.
He stepped closer.
“Oh, Serena,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “If you knew the things you do to me… the things I want to do to you in that dress.”
His gaze slid slowly down my body.
“It looks fucking beautiful on you,” he continued softly, “but it would look even better on the floor… with you standing in the middle of it.”
He stopped right in front of me.
“I’d say you look dashing tonight,” I whispered back, forcing my voice to stay steady. “But I shouldn’t be so generous with compliments when your mother is accusing me of theft.”
His hand came up between us, his fingers curling gently around my jaw.
Before I could react, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
Fuck.
“Do you think,” he murmured against my mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste my lips, “that I should make a statement tonight by claiming you in front of them?”
“I’m more interested in why everyone thinks I’m wearing Lara’s dress,” I replied, my heartbeat quickening as his hand slid around my waist and pulled me closer, “when the colour is clearly a combination of yours and Sin’s eyes.”
His grip tightened slightly.
“Sin won’t be coming with us tonight,” he said. “So the dress is the statement.”
His gaze darkened.
“They just don’t know it yet… but you belong to both of us.”
He stepped back then, taking his body heat with him.
“Let’s go,” he said, louder this time. “Father is waiting.”
“We are not done—” Lara’s voice snapped behind us.
Saint cut her off without even turning around.
“We are.”
A beat passed before he added, “You can stay behind if you’re not.”
He extended his arm toward me. I lifted one eyebrow at him, but his expression didn’t change.
I took his arm cautiously. He immediately pulled me forward, making me stumble straight into his chest.
I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressed tight against the top of my thighs and I stifled a low moan.
Then he turned us around.
“I see you’re feeling particularly energetic tonight,” he said to Lara smoothly. “I need you to pay close attention to the interesting details at Asher’s party tonight.”
Lara looked like she wanted to explode, but Saint merely continued.
“So we can recreate it for Father’s birthday anniversary.”
His eyes hardened.
“Do not disappoint me, Lara.”
And with that, he guided me out of the room.
Behind us, I heard Lara curse loudly, followed by Mrs. Rivers’ calm voice promising her that there would be another opportunity to get what she wanted.
I frowned slightly. What the hell did that even mean?
When we stepped into the garage, a silent gasp escaped me at the sight of the fleet of cars waiting for us.
The same bodyguards who had caught me when I tried to run were now leading us toward the limousine sitting gallantly in the middle of the row.
Saint helped me inside, but my ass had barely settled on the soft leather seats when he dragged me onto his lap and fisted my hair in his hand.
His lips descended on my neck, kissing, sucking, teasing.
I grabbed his shoulders. “Saint, you'll ruin my hair and makeup.”
“That's the plan. I need to have you before we reach the venue.” He groaned, his fingers working the bodice of my gown and loosening it.
My breasts spilled out of the dress and Saint pushed me back so he could feast his mouth on them.
“Oh, yes.” I moaned, my hand going to his head to guide him lower so he would have better access.
“You have the prettiest breasts I've ever seen, Serena.” Saint mumbled as he sucked on my left nipple, hollowing his cheeks so he could take it deeper in his mouth.
I didn't care that I might not be able to fix my hair and makeup back to how it was before. I only cared about the pleasure Saint was giving me.
Suddenly I started craving Sin, too.
I began to roll my hips, grinding down on him.
But the dress wouldn't let me move that much. Saint gathered it up with his powerful hands and lifted them so they would stop getting in the way.
He grabbed my ass and cupped my cheeks, his fingers sliding to my slick center.
I trembled when he circled my clit through my underwear.
“You're such a bad girl, Serena. Getting all wet and hot for me. Only me, while Sin misses out on all the fun.” His deep baritone made the words even dirtier.
“Ohhh, Saint. Please…” I begged as he slipped one digit inside me.
He chuckled. “Please what? Please finger you until you see stars? Or please finger you until you squirt onto my hand?”
I threw my head back when he started thrusting his finger inside me.
“Both.” I whispered.
“Brace yourself.”
This was the only warning I got before he grabbed my neck and tipped my body back so my hips hugged his stomach.
This angle caused his finger to penetrate me even deeper. I felt a sharp twinge of pain when he added a second digit and I winced, biting down hard on my lower lip.
I turned my face so he wouldn't see the look of pain and discomfort spreading on my face.
Luckily, his phone started ringing and his fingers stilled inside me. He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to his lips, sucking them loudly.
The driver and his partner were hearing all the sounds we'd been making, but he wasn't the least bothered.
“We've arrived, love. My fingers are going to smell like you all night, and I'm going to use them to shake hands with people delightfully.” He whispered in my ear as he helped me adjust my dress while I tried to fix my hair.
He stopped when I pushed my hair to one shoulder and he saw the hickey on my neck.
His gaze darkened. “When were you with Sin today?” He growled. He knew it wasn't on my neck before the cage incident earlier in the morning.
“After I left you two in the morning.” I answered, still fixing my hair but refusing to meet his eyes.
He said nothing after that, which made me wonder if he was worried about Sin being with me. They claimed they were going to be my husbands. Was this jealousy oozing from him?
The party venue was the New York Guilder Hall of Fame, a place I'd only seen in movies and high profile celebrity events.
I spotted Lara behind us, wearing a sullen expression. In the past, she'd hang on to Saint's arm, and at home she'd perform her duties as Sin's bedmate.
Now the case was different. Everyone would want to know why she was here alone and I was the one hanging on Saint's arm.
I just figured this part out by myself. I was starting to understand the dynamics of the arrangement she had with Sin.
No wonder she felt they belonged to her.
A masked figure standing on the far edge of the red carpet caused me to stumble in my steps. Saint gripped my elbow tighter, thinking it was just my clumsiness mixing with nervousness.
Journalists swamped us the very moment I realised who the masked figure was.
He was tall, exactly Saint's height and body physique. But he was masked. Even his eyes were almost invisible.
But I knew it was Sin. Sin was here.