Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,50

and jerky, all while he presses my throat.

I hate him so much.

Tears keep streaming, and he smiles with his satanic lips and keeps eating each one like they’re the only thing keeping him alive. Pulling on my hood piercing, he thrusts his fingers into me frantically.

“Come for me,” he demands.

I scoff. “No.”

“Don’t act like you aren’t a slut for me, Colton. You like it when I hurt you. Your cunt gets snugger and wetter. It grips me with each pull. You’re desperate for the pain I bring you. Just fucking admit it.”

“No,” I hiss as he rubs faster, my slickness sliding all over.

But then it starts happening. I feel myself teetering over the cliff of a hate orgasm with someone who's intentionally fucking with my head. As soon as I start to erupt, he pulls his fingers out and jumps back.

"Now get your shit before I leave you the fuck behind."

“Then leave me behind. I never asked to come anyway!”

Right as the door closes behind him, I adjust myself and sob, knowing he just used me, and as much as I hate him for it, I just want to know who the fuck he was distracting me from.

I will make them all fucking pay.

Black talons, icy bones, and an unbeating heart... all the things I have to win this war.

Chapter Nineteen

Jordan

“That wasn’t the plan,” I growl at my father as I’m entering the room he’s staying in at Opal Tower.

He doesn’t give me annoyance or reprieve. He peers at me as if I’m the scum on his shoe, the bane to his existence, but in his eyes, there’s a twinge of disgust too.

“Yeah, well, you weren’t getting the job done. You will marry the Krane girl and give me another heir to depend and solidify your future.”

“That’s dirty money.”

A derisive laugh leaves my father at my words. “And Emeralds’ money isn’t? You can’t possibly be this dense?” He steps toward me, crossing the room as if it’s his to devour and I’m a puppet to be dangled above a pit of serpents. “Don’t be weak, Jordan. You are an Edgington. Act like it.” He grabs my shoulders, the aggressiveness in his touch feels purposeful.

“What am I supposed to do now? Winter break is starting. Am I supposed to fuck my new bride at home and try getting her pregnant before graduation, is that it?” My lip curls on its own, hating the thought of touching any woman who isn’t Colt.

His finger rises, affluent and callous. “That’s exactly what you’ll fucking do. You were born to follow the code, keep us wealthy, and destroy anyone who put a damper on that. Get your shit together. You won’t be a spoiled little prick who gets what he wants without working for it.”

Sharply, I swallow. My body feels on edge, teetering into oblivion. How do you say no? My father, like many founding family’s will kill me if I don’t obey.

They don’t lie when they say your oath is in blood.

You’re born into it.

Your consent stripped.

“Now get your shit packed. We’re leaving after the huge dinner. All founding families are to come, even Colton. Tasha has informed me she won’t be an issue.”

I don’t move or nod or even blink. The mention of Colt reminds me that she’s forced to come with me. Forced to watch me with Mel. Forced into the Emeralds’ fold without knowing bylaws, names, or anything really.

This is so fucked up.

“She’s smart, Tasha. After Cassidy’s unfortunate demise, it’s good she’s staying in line for once. The cunt doesn’t seem to follow any rule,” he spits the last words, his face scrunching in displeasure. “Fucking Hudsons and their power. If she were any other bloodline, she’d be dead.”

That’s when I let out a breath, thinking of how easily he speaks of murder, as if it’s a simple fact and not a fucking life taken.

“Don’t act surprised, Jordan. You’re not entirely stupid.”

A snort of disbelief leaves me. “I need to pack.”

He waves a hand, the careless act of men with too much money and power. I really wish I’d switched to Cassidy’s side before it was too late.

Maybe I could have saved him.

Making my exit nearly silent, I head out the door, hoping no one is waiting for me to attack. It’s not news that Edgingtons aren’t accepted here or many places. We’re an old name, erased from the ledger to be hidden and work behind closed doors. Unlike most families, it wasn’t for shaming the society or doing something despicable.