The Secrets We Hide (The Four #2) - Becca Steele Page 0,61

demeanour. The champagne was going down nicely, and Kinslee had persuaded Lena to try a different make-up style. Still heavy on the eyeliner, because that was just Lena, but her long lashes were curled and she had on sparkling silver eyeshadow and a sparkly lip gloss on her lips, which were painted a pale pink to match her hair. I had similar makeup, only with less eyeliner and more glitter. I then dusted us all with shimmering powder that I found in the make-up case, and just for fun, sprayed glitter spray in our hair.

“We look like disco balls,” I commented as we stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of the room.

“We have to bring the sparkle, it’s New Year’s Eve. Let’s do a selfie to commemorate the occasion. Shoes on,” Kinslee commanded and stepped back into her skyscraper heels. I grabbed my stripper shoes, as I called them—the kind with a clear plastic heel and platform sole—and slid them on my feet, making me feel tall for a change. Kinslee stood in the middle, me and Lena either side of her with our arms loosely linked around her, our champagne glasses held up in our other hands, and we took a series of selfies, pouting and laughing and blowing kisses at the camera.

“Who knew being all girly could be so much fun?” Lena mused as we made our way down the corridor and up the white polished stone stairs to the upper floor where the main party was happening.

Kinslee laughed, linking her arm through Lena’s. “Not me. But I can safely say, we are totally doing that again.”

I was about to reply when a familiar shiver went down my spine, and as I emerged on the upper floor, my gaze was drawn straight to his.

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

TWENTY-FIVE

All the Four were there, but I barely noticed Kinslee and Lena greeting the others. Caiden was the same—his whole focus was locked on me, and he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I gulped, a nervous excitement thrumming through my veins, my heart beating faster as he sauntered closer. He was all casual, graceful swagger, but I could see the beast in his eyes that he was trying to restrain.

He had on dark, inky-blue jeans and a jet-black shirt that matched his raven hair, the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to expose his tattooed forearms. There was a bruise, most likely from the paintball, blooming on his cheekbone, and I could see another through the tattoos on his left arm. The bruises somehow made him look even hotter than normal. His eyes were all thundery, full of dangerous promise.

Reaching my side, he spun me around, pressing up against my back, grinding his hard cock into me, his hands on my ribs just below my breasts. “You look so fucking hot, Snowflake. I wanna lift this sexy dress up, push your underwear aside, and fuck you up against those windows in front of us until you’re screaming my name.” He bit my earlobe, then just breathed across my ear, sending a wave of shivers through my whole body, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’d seen him for a total of thirty seconds and I was already so wet I’d need to change my underwear. And I needed him. Right. Fucking. Now.

“Umm…” My brain literally refused to work. He nudged me with his hips, pushing us along.

“This way.” He walked us down a corridor and stopped outside a door with a key code panel. Punching in a six-digit number, he waited for a second until we heard a click as the door unlocked, and then he reached around me and pushed it open.

We were in a room, dimly lit by some kind of tiny light that had come on automatically when we opened the door. Don’t ask me any more than that. All I knew was my boyfriend was spinning me in his arms, hoisting me onto a table, and pulling off my underwear.

“So fucking wet for me already.” He stopped for a moment, staring at me lying there, desperate for his touch, and he gave me a feral grin before lowering his head. Then he had his tongue in my soaked pussy, and I moaned in relief, digging my hands into my thighs to stop myself gripping onto his styled hair. When he sucked my clit, I almost levitated off the table, and when he combined flicking my clit with his tongue