Page 104 of Savage Saint

Maybe it’s the few sips of alcohol and the promise of food or simply being in his arms, but I relax. I talk to his brothers, as he calls them. Catch up a little with Rizos about my brother’s sports dreams and the national team doing well in the Caribbean Series. And throughout, I stay right where I am.

Feeding him bites from my plate.

Sipping from the same cup.

Until two women lose their bra tops and an older man slides in between them, kissing and fondling without a care about who’s watching. It reminds me of my first time here. Of how a man on the couch pushed a woman’s head toward his unzipped pants. And like then, nobody makes a big deal out of it. The party continues, couples dance—more hands wander—but when the old man drops his pants and one of the women kneels for him, Saint stands.

“You ready to go, sweetheart?” I almost giggle at the scowl on his face. He doesn’t want me to see and get offended. But honestly, I’m not. In my profession, I’ve seen a lot of tits, ass, pussy, and dick. Moreover, ninety-nine percent of them were not pretty.

Sex and nudity don’t bother me. I also notice that the children who’d been around earlier in the evening are all gone. No one is underage.

They’re all so responsible. Good people.

“Are you?”

“Just don’t want you to feel⁠—”

I turn completely in his lap, straddling his thighs. Then I nip his chin. “Looking isn’t the problem, Santos. It’s knowing that the only tatas you will play with are mine. That the only ass you covet is mine. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” His eyes darken at that. “By the way, are all the women expected to get naked at some point?” Small kiss to his lips. An added nibble. “My new pair of panties was a gift just for you, but I guess…hey!”

Suddenly, I’m airborne and looking at the room from my new position over his shoulder as Santos stands. One of his arms grips the back of my thighs, making sure I’m secure before cutting through the throng of people on his way to the stairs.

I’m excited at how easily he manipulates me. Like I’m his personal doll.

So I play the brat and pinch his sides. Land little punches that do nothing to him, and he completely wrecks me when he laughs. A real from-the-gut laugh.

“Fucking cute,” he mutters before nipping my thigh hard enough that I know there’ll be a mark. “But you’re going to pay for all the abuse, Genesis. We’re spending the night here.”

“Fine.” Wiggling, I lower myself until we’re face to face; his arm slips under my ass so I don’t get down. He carries me. “I’ll let Papi put me in time out, but first I need the bathroom.”

He chuckles again. The room keeps watching, but he ignores them. “I’ll take you.”

“Or maybe I can walk over myself?”

“No.”

“Please.” Do I add a pout? Absolutely.

“Fine. You have five minutes before I borrow you again.”

“Deal.” He watches me go; I feel it all the way down the hall. Shaking my head, I walk inside and take care of business. I drank way too much, and my bladder is paying for it. After washing my hands and splashing a little water on my face, I walk out, and the hallway isn’t empty anymore.

Pink hair. Alone this time; her friend is missing.

“How can I help you, Janelle?”

She pushes away from the wall, arms crossing over her chest. “You can stop acting as if you own him.”

I blink. A slow, exaggerated one, just to make sure I heard her correctly before turning my head to glance down the hall. “Did you actually wait out here to say that?”

Her mouth tightens. “You think you’re so cute. Funny.”

“A little.” Not going to lie to the delusional woman.

“He’ll get bored of you, Genesis. You’re just like every other cuero here, desperate for the President’s cock.”