Chapter 21 Chaos In The Hallway
Serena
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice rising to sync with my pounding heartbeat.
“You two better explain why the hell we’re leaving all of a sudden! People will—”
The rest died in a sharp gasp as Saint scooped me off the floor like I weighed nothing and threw me over his shoulder.
The world flipped, and blood rushed to my head. My stomach lurched against his back as he started moving.
He didn’t slow down.
I didn't understand. The first thing he did after he stormed inside was to shrug off his suit jacket in one fluid motion and drape it over me, covering the torn bodice, the smeared makeup, and the sticky evidence Sin had left on my skin.
Then he turned his head and leveled his twin with a look so dark, so murderous, I felt the temperature in the hallway drop.
“You’re supposed to be at home,” was his first words to Sin.
Sin’s reply was instant. “Go fuck yourself.”
Saint’s eyes flashed with something feral and dangerous flickering behind the calm mask he usually wore.
I started pounding his back with both fists. “Put me down! What the hell—”
“Quiet,” he snapped, smacking my ass so hard it echoed in the now dark hallway.
“Or everyone in that ballroom will notice something’s wrong. You want them to see what my brother just did to your throat? To your tits? Keep hitting me and they will.”
I shut my mouth immediately.
Behind us, Sin’s voice came out low, strained, almost pained.
“Saint… go on without me. I don’t feel too good.”
I lifted my head just enough to catch his eyes through the mask.
He looked… different. Not just hungry, because he always looked hungry. He was looking unhinged right now.
Like something inside him had cracked open and whatever lived there was clawing to get out.
His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides,
“Shit,” Saint cursed under his breath. He stopped dead in the corridor and set me on my feet, carefully, but fast.
Sin didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my body prickling with the sensation that something beyond my knowledge was happening.
My feet moved toward him on instinct, drawn, stupidly, dangerously drawn to him.
Saint’s arm shot out. He grabbed me around the waist and slammed me back against the wall, hard enough to knock the breath out of me.
Buttons popped off his jacket, scattering across the marble like tiny gunshots.
I gasped, struggling against his hold.
“Don’t move,” he growled against my face, his hot breath fanning my face. “He’s obsessed with you now. He’s in his most dangerous state. It won’t stop until he claims you properly.”
If I said I was confused now, believe me it was an understatement.
“What do you mean properly? Is he sick? You two are scaring me.”
Saint’s eyes searched mine, desperate, conflicted, terrified in a way I’d never seen from him.
“Sin has dark desires. Cravings that are… dangerous. He can—” His voice cracked for half a second. “He might forget himself. Hurt you badly. Really badly.”
Hadn't Lara mentioned something about his darkness when she'd barged into his bedroom?
Why did I feel like a character replacement in the fifth season of a movie series?
“What are you not telling me, Saint?”
“Give yourself over to us.” He said.
I let out a dry laugh. “You know I’ll never do that.”
Sin took another step forward. His breathing was ragged now, his chest chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.
The mask couldn’t hide the way his jaw worked, his teeth grinding, like he was fighting something inside himself and losing.
Out of fear, I reached out recklessly and tugged at Saint’s shirt, trying to keep him between us.
“Do what you need to do,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. “But after this… get him help.”
“We’re both going to claim you in this hallway.” Saint's hand slipped into the jacket-turned-gown, because that was what it looked like on me. “I haven’t touched you yet because I wanted to wait. But Sin’s already had a taste… and his demons can’t wait any longer.”
His fingers brushed against the underside of my breast and I sucked in a sharp breath.
My eyes flew wide. “The two of you?”
The hallway suddenly felt too small. I’d fantasized about this moment, but those fantasies had been safe and controlled.
They’d never included a dark corridor outside a ballroom full of billionaires, with two devils flanking me, one already half-feral and the other looking at me like I was the last meal he’d ever need.
“Shed the jacket,” Sin ordered.
I clutched Saint’s jacket tighter to my chest, my lip caught between my teeth.
These two devils… I should run, and while at it, scream.
I should do anything except stand here wondering how it would feel to let them both break me open at once.
Damn, I was slowly turning into the kind of woman who craved the pain she should run from.
Because I wanted to know, I wanted to feel it.
Maybe if I gave in, let them take everything, they’d finally see I was just flesh. Just another girl.
Maybe then Sin would calm down after realising I wasn’t special. Maybe then he’d stop looking at me like I was the only thing that could feed the thing inside him.
“Serena,” Saint warned, his voice rougher now, “you’re tempting him. He likes forcing his way…”
Sin took one step closer.
This was something else. Something that scared even Saint. I swallowed thickly, my fingers loosening on the jacket.
We heard the sound of footsteps advancing our way. I sighed in relief, but Saint and Sin looked like they were considering waiting to attack whoever it was.
Then came the whispers. “I saw the masked man. I can tell you that I have a clear guess of who it was, but I'm not sure…..”
I couldn't identify the speaker, or the owner of the second voice that came after.
“I'd say he rather looked like Saint Rivers. Those massive, broad shoulders and the muscular thighs….” She sighed.
“Don’t forget about the sturdy legs, too.”
Uh-oh. Was there a probability that people might connect one and two together and figure out who it was underneath the mask?
“Lara says Saint fucks like fifty men combined. She's living the real life, gosh. Imagine enjoying all that male gift every night….”
They were getting closer, and still Sin was making no attempt to leave. Or even Saint.
It was like they wanted to get caught. What were these two men thinking?
I did the unthinkable.
I yanked Sin by his collar and drew him closer, then tucked my hand into Saint's belt and drew him closer as well.
I stood on my toes and kissed Sin, my hand sliding down Saint's perfect abs and lower until I was palming his heavy erection.
Someone clapped twice and bright white light flooded the corridor.
“Oh my God!” The scream came from Lara herself who I didn't realize was close, too.
It took me one long minute to discover that Saint was no more with us. It was just Sin and I, his eyes burning livid holes into my face.
When did he vanish?
I fucked up. Saint fucked up even more. Beneath the mask, Sin's eyes shone like the sharpened edge of an axe under the moonlight.
“You will pay for this. You and Saint.” He promised.
But what did I do wrong?!