I hurried forward, opening it up and cursed as I realised it had a password. Obviously.
I quickly typed Night Keepers, Night People, Kotari and King of the Fuckwits to no avail. Alright, so maybe I didn’t try that last one, but still.
Dammit, what else did Saint care enough about to use as a password??
Kyan Roscoe
Blake Bowman
Saint Memphis
SaintKyanBlake
Ironed shirts
Folded underpants
SKB
Satan
“What the fuck are you doing?” Saint’s voice made me jerk around and accidentally swipe the whole laptop onto the floor with a loud crack.
Oh shit shit shit.
“I er-” I came up short, gaping at him with my heart thrashing and my mind on overdrive.
He strode toward me in his dark green and white football uniform, his eyes two furious pits of hell.
“Wait, I just-“
“You just what? Tried to go through my personal things?” he snarled, snatching the laptop from the floor. He flipped it over and I stopped breathing as I spotted the jagged crack running through the screen.
Oh fuck no.
He tossed it down on the table with a bang that made me jump, then I turned, doing the only thing sensible as I fled, racing god only knew where as he took chase.
I made a beeline for the crypt, fear tangling with my veins, but Saint caught a fistful of my hair before I made it and I yelped in pain as he dragged me backwards towards the couch.
I twisted around in anger, throwing a fist into his side as I refused to bow to his demands.
He grunted as he shoved me down onto the seat and I stared at him in horror as Kyan and Blake appeared from their rooms, staring between us in confusion. Saint’s eyes glittered like oil as he gazed at me, looking like he was enjoying this far too much. Not good.
“What’s going on?” Blake demanded, his eyes on me, but I couldn’t draw my gaze from Saint.
“Get me some rope,” Saint snapped, moving forward and reaching for my wrists.
I leaned backwards, kicking out at him and he snatched my ankle with a demonic smile. “Are you going to fight me all the way, Plague?”
Was I?
I knew my punishment would be worse, but I didn’t care. So hell yes I was going to fight him.
I lunged at him with a cry of defiance, throwing my shoulder into his chest and forcing him back a step as I landed punches in his sides. He shoved me away from him with a huff of effort and I stumbled into Kyan who immediately locked an arm around me from behind. I sank my teeth into his flesh, stamping my bare feet down on his shoes as I tasted blood.
“Little viper,” Kyan laughed, not releasing me even a little bit.
Blake appeared with the rope, passing it to Saint who threaded it through his fingers as he approached.
“Hold her wrists behind her back,” he instructed Kyan and he wrestled with me as he tried to snatch them into his grip. I wriggled and fought, throwing elbows that made him wheeze, but his strength was incapacitating. The more I hit him, the more he seemed to like it too. And I hated that I couldn’t get free. It made me feel weak. Like when I’d been pinned beneath Merl, defeated by brute strength. It was the one thing I could never learn or train for. Men like Kyan were not only trained, but they were bigger and stronger than me pure and simple.
He finally clamped my wrists together behind my back, twisting me around and holding them out for Saint as his arms locked around my shoulders and my face was pressed into his chest.
I leaned back as far as I could then threw my head forward, catching him in the chin with my forehead and he roared another laugh as Saint moved to bind my wrists.
“Why were you trying to get on my laptop?” Saint asked in a deadly tone.
“To send dick pics to your grandma!” I spat and Kyan and Blake laughed as Saint’s eyes grew darker.
“Well unfortunately for you, she’s long dead. You may send them to my mother though, god knows she needs the stimulation,” Saint deadpanned, sliding the rope around my wrists. Did he just make a freaking joke??
He tightened the knot enough to make me wince then nodded to Kyan. “Get her on the coffee table, face down.”
“Wait!” I yelled, kicking at Saint as Kyan whipped me off my feet and planted me down on the table.
“We’re going to be late for practice,” Blake complained, his harsh tone revealing that he wasn’t thrilled about this. But not being thrilled wasn’t the equivalent of telling them to fucking stop, was it??
“Assholes! All of you!” I screamed as Kyan forced me down, gripping the rope around my wrists to subdue me.
Saint moved in front of me, smiling darkly as I craned my neck to stare up at him with my teeth bared.
“Let me go,” I demanded. “You’ll pay for this.” I meant it. I would get him back for this, for everything.
I glared at his beautiful, unaffected face as he wound another coil of rope into an intricate knot. Saint moved around me as Kyan restrained my legs and he slipped the rope over my ankles. The skirt of the floaty white dress he’d put me in rode up to my thighs as he tightened it then drew my ankles back to meet my wrists, tethering them firmly together.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I yelled, tugging desperately at my wrists, which caused me to yank my ankles higher and push my dress up even more. This was degrading as hell. And
