Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,92

of my trust. How did he find me? Why has he been gone? He had the opportunity to stop the assembly and Colt showing up, but he didn't. He may be hot, and we may have a connection, but there's not a single ounce of trust for him.

Bridger speaks first. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here."

Of course, he goes with the nuanced response, just like him.

Prudence walks toward Colt, raising a palm to her face. She flinches immediately, and he pulls back. "I'm here because Just is here, and he's here because he was asked to be here. Apparently, this ceremony is a big fucking deal."

"I'm here because I'm the only heir left," Ross grumbles. He may be upset, but I can tell he's worried about Colt.

He knows her.

We all do.

Even if only in pieces.

"Anyone going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Ridge inserts himself again. "You've got to fuck Colt, and we all have to watch."

Someone punches him before I get to see, but he deserved it. Colt might be someone I bullied out of hating myself, but I've never simply fucked her. Every time we spent together meant something. It brought us closer.

"Did you really have to fucking deck me, Pru?"

"Yeah, actually. Don't talk about her like that, B."

"B?" Colt questions with disparaging words. "Fucking B!" Her voice rises, and for the first time in the last half hour, she's animated. Her feet move as she comes toward the twins. "Was all of this a joke to you? Fucking me in Tennessee, coming here, fucking me again, and knowing all along who I was?"

Prudence, at least, has the respect to look ashamed. Just on the other hand doesn't show an ounce of remorse. It's just like him to take no responsibility.

"How long have all of you known each other?" she hisses. It's just another thing to add on the list of shit she's dealt with tonight. "Were you going to tell me the next time we fucked? Or maybe when I finally fell for you both?"

Pru reaches out, his hands smacked away just as quickly.

"Answer me!"

Just says nothing.

"We all grew up together, Corpse," I finally let out, saving everyone from lying. The twins look at me as if I've grown a second head. "Everyone in this room knows each other. We always have."

"Yeah, they fucked up when they decided your pussy was more important than the Vestige," Ridge bites out, his voice venomous.

If you know Ridge, you know he does this to evade something, and I really fucking want to know what he's using this hatred as a cover for. Ridge is a sociopath. It's apparent in each one of his moves. We're all just chess pieces to his chessboard.

"Why?" she begs, her voice frail. "Why me?"

"Don't you see, princess?" Pru starts, cradling her face in the next moment. "You're unique." I’m not sure why she lets him touch her but I want to smack his palms away.

"I hate you all," she admits, her tears coming in waves.

"How the fuck are you going to consummate your marriage when your wife can't even look at you?" Ridge mocks, digging the knife even deeper.

She looks directly at him, dropping her robe. "I'll do it because then you'll have to watch me fuck someone who isn't you," she hisses. "How does it feel, Ridge, knowing I've fucked every guy in this room but you?"

Ten's eyes widen, and the rest of the guys make various faces, but it's Ridge who seems to be in shock.

"I don't give a fuck," he finally states, the lie obvious to everyone but Colt.

"Good, then I want you front in center, to make sure you see his cock inside me, and when he comes inside me, like I know he will, I want you to watch it drip from my pussy."

As much as I hate the degrading way she's speaking of herself like she doesn't matter more than her anatomy, my dick hardens at the visual.

"Guess we should head to the suite then," Jordan eventually says, clearing his throat.

"Never thought I'd be having a voyeur orgy with seven dudes, but here we are," Ross jokes, but the pain in his eyes is apparent. Is his pain because he wants Colt to himself or that he wants more and can't have it? I’ll never know.

Either way, we follow Jordan to the suite, and Colt strides as if she's a goddess, and she is. It’s the way she doesn’t falter. Something my girl has