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I’m addicted to them. To the way they make me feel, to the way they look at me, the way they make me forget and live in the moment.
I have fallen, hard.
I’ve fallen for all of them.
The flames lick between my legs, and I shudder in anticipation as the heat spreads up my thighs and into my belly, making me burn for them.
“Now I know what was taking so long,” Snow murmurs, before being hit in the chest by Honey.
“What he means, darlin’, is that you look sensational,” he says with a drawl and a wide smile that flashes those twin knee-weakening dimples at me.
“Beautiful,” Ghost adds, staring intently at me and refusing to drop my gaze.
“Exquisite,” Bones adds in a low, deadly tone. He makes it sound like a threat. LikeI’mthe threat. I shiver.
“More seductive than poison,” Nightshade says, his voice like honey on my bare skin. He thinks I’m seductive? He’s the most enthralling, thrillingly dark and dangerous entity I’ve ever met. I’m literally a puddle whenever I’m around him – around any of them – and yet he’s looking at me like I’m a vial of the most deadly and potent poison he’s ever created.
I’m trapped in his dark blue orbs, the colour reminding me of lapis lazuli, with tiny fleas of gold. I’m hypnotised by the intensity of his gaze, the way he seems to know every thought I have, every secret desire I’ve ever harboured.
The other men are watching us, a mix of amusement and arousal in their expressions. But Nightshade has me mesmerised, and I can’t look away.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whisper, not sure if I mean it as a warning or a plea.
Nightshade’s lips curve into a wicked smile. “I plan on it,” he says, his voice dark and dangerous. “But not before you kill us first.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t have time to ask. The other men are moving towards me, surrounding me like wolves closing in on their prey. And I can feel the heat building between us, a wildfire threatening to consume us all.
I’m in too deep, and I don’t know if I want to be saved. All I know is that I need these beautiful, deadly psychopaths in tuxedos like I need my next breath.
“Come on, we have a job to do,” I manage to say, as I’m enveloped in a heady cloud of their colognes. Six differing scents should war with one another, but somehow they don’t. They work together to create something harmonious and alluring.
Hatchet loops his arm through mine, his smile knowing and warm. A rash of goosebumps erupt where his hand touches the bare skin of my arm, and I swallow hard. We follow the rest of them as they lead the way across the rooftop, each step sending shivers down my spine as their bodies brush against mine.
What was Seytan thinking dressing me in silk? It has to be one of the most arousing fabrics to caress my skin, and by the time we make it to the chopper with the light wind stirring my dress, I’m burning up.
Snow climbs into the front of the helicopter, sitting beside the pilot who’s waiting for us to strap in before starting the engine. My elegant updo thanks him for his thoughtfulness.
Hatchet deposits me in the middle seat, before taking the one opposite me. Nightshade and Bones sit on either side of him, leaving Ghost and Honey to take the seats beside me. Honey slips his hand onto my thigh and I reach over to slip my hand into Ghost’s. He blinks at me in surprise, and I give him a shy smile.
“Is this okay?” I ask, nodding to our entwined fingers.
“Y-yeah.” He swallows. “More than okay.”
The trip to the mainland is our shortest, and even with the headphones on to allow us to communicate, we don’t.
I lose myself in thoughts of tonight, wondering what weapons we’ll have – if any. Surely an event like this will include scanners and bag searches…so how will we get weapons in?
Earlier I’d asked Seytan that but she told me not to worry, everything would be taken care of. This time it felt genuine, and not like she was trying to keep me in the dark. I’m not saying I suddenly like the woman or trust or, nor am I suddenly au fait with my position here at the asylum, but for a mission like this, I don’t mind being a pawn. No, not a pawn to be sacrificed. A soldier.
Tonight, we do good in the world by being bad.
I get to embrace the darkness within me, unleash it and come out the other side a hero.
We land, get ushered into a waiting sleek black limo, and then we’re on our way to the event with several hours to go even as darkness falls early.
The limo ride is quiet and contemplative. I’m not sure what’s meant to happen when all the women are removed from the room. Obviously I know the psychos are meant to strike, but what about me? I can’t stay in the room and draw attention or suspicion, but I won’t leave my psychos behind to do this without me either.
As the limo comes to a stop outside the wrought iron gates to the manor house hosting the event, I take a deep breath and steel myself for what’s to come. The tension builds within me. The house is beautiful, tastefully lit up without being showy. Exiting the limo, the hum of activity from within filters out through the open door and reaches my ears. My keen senses are on high alert, and my muscles tense as the adrenaline kicks in.
