Page 90 of Twisted Heathens
He laughs and links his arm with mine, guiding me down the hall. We pass several guards that stare at me suspiciously, but Rio gives them a subtle nod, holding me close. No one says a damn word and they just let us go on our merry way.
“Babe, I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
Rio’s lips brush my neck and I shudder, suddenly cold despite the narcotic fire burning beneath my skin. Gently disentangling our arms, I meet his eyes with certainty.
“You know what I want. Shame you tore up the list.”
He swears, hand reaching out to grab my wrist. “I’m all ears. Tell me.”
My breasts brushing against his chest, I smirk as his eyes widen in surprise. My lips ghost along his jaw before I reach his ear to whisper. “I want your key to the roof.”
Rio laughs under his breath. “You never cease to entertain. That’s gonna cost you a damn sight more than a blowjob, sugar. Are you fucking insane?”
I tilt my chin up in defiance. “I want that key.”
“What for? I ain’t taking blame when you throw your pretty little ass off that roof.”
“You’ve got enough strings to pull to conceal your involvement. Unless you’re objecting for some other reason?” I raise my eyebrows in challenge without denying the insinuation. Like he’s gonna stop me from doing it anyway, the asshole doesn’t care.
Rio looks into my eyes for a long pause before shaking his head in disbelief. “Bloody hell, you really are crazy. I’m outta here.” He turns and strides away, muttering to himself about lunatics wasting his time.
Fucking coward.
I’ll get that damn key, and it’ll be the last thing I do.
Walking on wobbly legs, I enter the hot cafeteria and toss aside my jacket. The lights are down low and coloured strobes are dappled across the linoleum from the DJ set up in the corner. There are several tables full of food, paper bowls overflowing with approved snacks dolled up to look interesting. Despite the mass of people dancing and enjoying themselves, there’s still that undercurrent of reality.
The drinks are all non-alcoholic.
Guards line the perimeter in their dozens.
Cameras capture everything.
Drugged up patients stare and drool.
I skip past a pumpkin carving station, equipped with kiddie plastic tools and fake candles. The party is busy, more popular than I thought it would be. Various costumes ranging from vampires to zombies are showcased, although most look homemade and pretty shit if I’m honest.
I snag a lemonade from the stand and smile cheekily at the guard who frowns at me. He’s one of Rio’s men, I recognise him from the library incident.
“Ain’t you cold, girl? Seen more clothes on a stripper.” He leers at me, checking me out a little too obviously to be appropriate. “Anything I can help you with?”
“Nope,” I deadpan, giving him a wink as I pass.
Joining the dance floor, I wiggle between various bodies and join in, swaying my hips like no one is watching. For a brief second, this almost feels like real life. Out in a club, dancing the night away just like everyone else my age.
My back connects with a firm chest and I peer over my shoulder to find tousled blue hair, warm eyes and a painted skeleton staring back at me.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Phoenix taunts.
He wears all black and a t-shirt printed with white bones. When his arm wraps around my waist, he pulls me close to his body, the other hand landing firmly on my hip.
“The hell are you wearing, firecracker?”
“An outfit. Ask Kade.” I smirk.
Hand skating down, his fingers stroke the skin of my inner thigh, brushing dangerously close to my throbbing pussy. I grind my ass against him shamelessly, enjoying the feel of his lips at my ear. I hear Phoenix gasp, breath hot on my cheek as his dick grows hard.
“What’s gotten into you?”