Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,72

with him,” he growls as his nose brushes my own.

“There are only five men who own my heart, and they’ll only ever be. You guys are my soulmates,” I state firmly.

“You know…” His voice lowers, becoming deceptively casual as his hands skim down my sides and cup my ass in a possessive move. “I’m going to find where that guy lives and set him on fire as soon as we’re done here.”

Instead of responding to him with words, I press up on my tiptoes and plant my lips to his. It’s a quick kiss, finished way too soon for both of our likings, but it shuts him up.

“Dance with me,” I whisper breathlessly as I twist in his arms.

We dance for about an hour before calling it quits and moving across the dance floor to the open bar. I spot Helio immediately standing in the corner, his face shrouded in ominous shadows. I figured that at one point tonight, every girl in the vicinity was clamoring for even a drop of his attention. But they quickly realized that every pore of his body screams ‘fuck off and back away.’

Breaking away from Sin, I move towards Helio, easily sidestepping the drunk men and women who get too close. When I’m directly in front of him, I push onto my tiptoes and press my lips to his ear.

“Find anything?” I question as his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his muscular body.

Helio silently shakes his head no, eyes roving over my face before staring over my shoulder at the ever-growing crowd. Always vigilant, my Helio. Always aware of everything and everyone.

I twist in his arms so my back is to his front, his chin resting comfortably on my shoulder as he holds me. From this angle, I can see the crowded bar, the cluttered dance floor, and the long lines leading to the bathroom. Desmond and Avery are engaged in conversation with a few frat-boy looking men. Desmond is nursing a bottle of beer while Avery has some sort of pink drink with an umbrella inside of it. As if they can feel my eyes on them, they glance in my direction in eerie unison.

Desmond’s smile broadens as he lifts his beer bottle in a mock salute. Avery merely smirks as his full lips wrap around the straw, sipping. My heart stops, and heat floods my body at the seductive sight. Memories of our time together replay through my head. Fuck, did that really happen only a few hours ago? It feels like a lifetime.

I wrench my gaze away from them and continue to scan the crowd, but there’s no Rebecca.

“She’s not here,” I call to Helio, raising my voice to be heard over the thumping, techno beat.

He grunts, constricting his arms around my waist like an insidious snake. And though his bite is toxic, I welcome the pain with open arms.

My gaze stops abruptly on Sin, who’s leaning over the bar. Beside him, her breasts brushing against his arm, is an unfamiliar brunette. She’s pretty—I’m not gonna lie and say she isn’t—and wears a pair of jeans so short that her ass is hanging out and a crop-top. The shirt cuts low enough to see the swell of her breasts, currently painted a neon green that matches her vibrant lipstick.

As I watch, trembling with anger, she tugs her tank top strap down, until her entire breast falls out. At this point, she’s practically shoving her bare tit in his face.

Tension engulfs the room as I stare daggers at the two of them. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

But when Sin doesn’t push her fucking boob away, I see red.

Ignoring Helio’s annoyed grunt, I push through the crowd until I’m hovering over them. The flashing lights make it difficult for me to clearly read the expression on her face, but I can tell that her bright green lips are tightened into a frown.

“Can I help you?” she asks, quirking her perfectly plucked brow. I wonder if the other areas on her body are plucked that meticulously.

“Sin,” I growl, trying to get a grip on my jealousy. But it’s hard, so fucking hard, with the return of my memories. At that moment, I’m not Emily Lopez. I’m the Goddess of Pain, and this bitch is touching my man.

He spins towards me, wide smile on his gorgeous face.

“Emmy,” he purrs, capturing my waist and trailing his hands to my butt. Resisting the urge to snarl like a cornered animal, I grip his wrist and pull