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Velvet Villainess

lol I’m talking about lingerie…

I know.

The Ghost Prince

I vote you stick with the green.

It hits mejustas her face turns to stone.

Oh fuck.

“Are you still spying on me?!!” Galina yells as she whirls, her face livid, her eyes stabbing into every corner of the room. “Are you fuckingseriousright now?!!”

Okay, I've fucked up.

Badly.

Galina yanks the duvet off her bed and quickly wraps it around herself. She spins again, a furious expression on her face.

“You just crossed my last fucking line, asshole!!” she yells, looking about a foot to the left of the bookshelf camera.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

“This fucked-up thing between us?!” she snarls loudly. “Guess what, motherfucker!! It’sdone!”

Fuck.

I contemplate running over to The Atheneum.

Right, because that’s such a good idea…

“Oh, and for the record?” she spits. “Iwillbe wearing green tonight. But not for you!”

Duvet still wrapped around herself, she marches over to her closet, yanks out a flirty, short little green club dress, and marches into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

I glare down at the still-throbbing erection in my hand whose fault that was.

“Fuck you, dickhead.”

24

GALINA

Thudding music,flashing lights, and grinding bodies all undulate around me as the party swallows us whole.

It’s my first time inside The Spire, the towering, castle-like old garrison and home to The Reckless that sits on a craggy rock a little way out from the main cliffs. I’ve been to a few wild parties on campus before, but this isnext level.

The huge, cavernous room where we're standing feels like a banquet hall for a Viking lord or demon king of the underworld. Imposing stone walls reach up into the darkness, where flashing lights and lasers flicker and slash across the timber beams of the vaulted ceiling above.

A massive DJ booth is set up to one side, students writhing in a sweaty mass in front of it. On another wall of the huge space, a gigantic LCD screen makes it look like a dragon is clawing its way in.

“What the fuck?”

I can barely hear Arianna over the roar of the party, but I follow her gaze and blink in shock at the wrought-iron cages, like something out of a medieval torture chamber, hanging down from the vaulted ceiling. Beautiful, nearly-naked guys and girls in S&M gear dance and undulate inside them as the pure chaos of the party envelops us.

A tap on my arm pulls my attention back to Ari, who looks exactly how you’d expect her to look at a deafeningly loud, CastleCore, S&M themed college party.