Chapter 5
BECKHAM
Once Kai and the mysterious blonde have walked back through the cafeteria doors, Vinny and I jump from the bench we’ve been waiting on to put ourselves right in their path.
I wonder if this girl can feel the dangerous depravity she just walked into?
Will she see the depths of our twisted souls?
Probably, and I fucking hope more than anything else that she’s a screamer. I hope she shows all her emotions on that perfect porcelain face, making it known exactly how she’s feeling.
I want to watch her squirm, pant, and break for us. I want to see the fear in her eyes, smell it on her skin, taste it between her legs.
“I told you it’d be the best year yet,” Vinny mutters, making me groan deep in my throat.
Looking at him, I find his jaw tensed and his eyes hungry as we walk behind them as they head back toward the office.
I admire the way her hips sway with each step in her high heels, the way her hair brushes against her back, how her thighs tighten on every step.
Her jeans are hugging her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination, and I want so badly to know what her skin beneath them looks like when it’s flushed with ecstasy.
Will she run from us? Goddamn—I fucking hope so.
Kai says something to her, too low for me to hear, and I marvel at the way her skin flushes when she laughs and turns to face the front office.
Just as Vinny and I make it to the other side of them, she turns back around. Whatever she planned to say gets caught in her throat, and her mouth hangs partially open as she runs her eyes over both me and Vinny.
I grin as I take her in up close for the first time, my eyes traveling her body without shame—images of bite marks, bruises, and cuts flash through my mind like a dirty daydream, making my dick semi-hard in my boxers.
She squirms in place, moving from foot to foot at the intrusiveness of our three sets of eyes.
That’s right, baby—squirm.
She’s gorgeous all over, her tits the perfect size underneath the black top she’s wearing, and when her mouth closes and opens again, I chuckle a little.
“Jesus Christ, what do they put in the water here?” she finally blurts, her eyes widening as she realizes what she just said, then she presses her hand over her lips.
The three of us laugh, but my pulse has picked up pace, beating out of my chest at her raspy voice.
She sounds like she spends most nights screaming in her sleep, like nightmares tear through her vocal cords at an unexpected rate.
I’d bet anything, she’s afraid of the dark.
Before I let my mind run wild, I step forward and hold a hand out toward her.
“Beckham Bentley.”
She stares at my hand for a second before she gets the courage to grab it and shake, almost as if she knows she’s the prey.
“Sage Lindman,” she whispers, dropping my hand as her brown eyes find mine. She’s dolled up in makeup, her thick black eyelashes fanning around her eyes.
Her appearance is sweet and innocent, but there’s sadness in her features and behind her gaze.
“Vincent Donahue,” Vinny cuts in, stepping next to me to extend his hand. She hesitates once more but shakes his hand as well.
“Nice to meet you,” she rasps, almost breathless. I don’t miss the way she swallows past a lump in her throat before she turns to Kaiden. “Thank you, Kaiden, uh, for the tour.”
She turns quickly, heading for the doors to the office, but stops when Kaiden speaks to her, his ominous words making her pause.
“You’re welcome, Sage. We’ll see you really soon.”
“Welcome to Blackmore,” I add, licking my lips.
Vinny’s lips kick up into a smirk. “I hope you like the dark.”
She isn’t quick enough to hide her confusion, the way her eyebrows dip or the tremor to her shoulders when she studies the predatory look in each of our eyes, and it makes this year even more exciting. Because after all, what’s a game in the dark without a bit of terror?