Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,93

over everything is the desire for revenge.

She taps the bed after spreading herself out. "Fuck me, Lux."

I saunter over to her.

She props herself on her elbows, peering at Ridge. "Ridge, darling, make sure you're at a side view. Don't want you to miss what you'll never get to touch."

"Fuck," Ross curses.

I turn to him and see his slacks tented, but what surprises me most is he's not alone. Every fucking guy in this room is sporting wood, and they're about to see how I fuck my girl, and that's unnerving as shit.

To bury those who pity you is a reward.

To save those who hate you is a curse.

What does that make saving the one you love?

Colt

I have no fucking clue what I'm doing.

Bridger pissed me off to the point that I'm literally spread eagle on the bed, waiting for Lux to thrust inside me.

It's not even having all them watch and be with me at the same time. If I'm honest, that's what I've been hoping for.

The issue is I don't trust a single one of them.

Yeah, all I wanted was for them to finally validate everything for me.

Cass's death.

The cover up.

Their lies.

But they did me one worse. They admitted they knew he was pushed. He lost his life, and for what? Why did he die and not them?

They admitted they were involved with Cassidy's plan. While they said it had everything to do with running the Vestige as a whole, it had to be more. Why else was Yang murdered on the night she found the evidence too? She was murdered, and I have no clue where her files were.

What about the ones I found with Mel? Where are they? What is her involvement?

My stomach churns as Lux stalks to the bed. His fake confidence would be cute if not for what I've concluded about him.

He needs control in the bedroom.

He needs to dominate.

He needs trust.

Much like me, he doesn't trust these guys, and it's obvious by the way he stares at them with caution. He's been scorned before. Not just by his own father but, from what I can tell, he's been targeted by Ashton.

She may believe she hides her animosity with the doting stepmom routine, but jealousy is an ugly and atrocious trait she carts like her ten-thousand-dollar Penn & Co bag.

Lux always made me feel like he dominated because he was anything but vanilla, which might be a part of it, but I also think it's to protect himself.

When he makes it to me, all eyes zone in on us. I see several sets stare at Lux's ass, and I don't blame them. He has a nice one.

He lowers on top of me, his body slightly trembling.

I pull the back of his neck, forcing his ear to my mouth. "Control the situation, Lennox. They aren't here. Just your dirty slut and you."

Something clicks in him, and he nods sheepishly, forcing away the embarrassment. Loudly, he makes sure they hear his next words. "Too bad we don't have time. My slut loves an audience."

His words make the degradation kink inside me flare to life. With a slap to my thighs, he leans back and stares directly into my eyes.

"Wider. They need to see your greedy cunt."

A little noise escapes me as I stretch my thighs wider.

"Ah, look at that. Such a good little slut, already wet for us."

The way he emphasizes us makes my skin warm. He's insinuating they're as much a part of this as just us two, but as he comes to my body, slapping my tits, it's only him who has my focus. They bleed into the background as my mind hones in onto its current master.

"Please," I whimper. It's not even with direction. I don't know what I'm pleading. I just know I need it.

He lowers to his knees. The sound of them hitting the ground solidifies me to the spot. He's the rope, the bed quicksand, and our release is the only escape.

"So greedy," he muses, leaning forward.

I feel his nose at my ankle as his entire frame disappears from my view. It trails up, offering only featherlight chills and tingles straight to my core.

When he reaches my exposed flesh, he sniffs loudly, obnoxiously. Heat flames my skin. No matter how many times he does this, my body isn’t prepared for the onslaught of shame I feel.

It’s primal, something I’ve learned I’m a huge fan of, but it also ties into degradation and humiliation, something I haven't quite had the opportunity to