Kyrin saunters back from wherever he and Lilith just disappeared to and lowers himself down beside me, leaning back against the chair.
“Where’s Lilith?” I ask, though everyone else doesn’t seem to notice that she didn’t come back with him.
He turns his head, just enough to look up at me from behind his dark lashes. They’re insane. The color of sin, fucking dark and insidious. “She’s gone.”
“Gone… where?” I ask, narrowing my eyes on him. Kyrin is like doomsday hovering over every day you spend alive, but I swear we see another side to him.
Kyrin finally turns to face me. “You know she’s Patience, right? As in, she was always going to end up back there.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snap, flying up from my chair and stepping away from him.
“She didn’t want to be here, Eli. It doesn’t matter—she’s a liar.” He reaches for a bottle of whiskey that’s near the champagne flutes, flicking off the cork lid.
“She left…” I whisper, my eyes flying around the space to see if I can find Saskia or Mia.
“Yup…” Kyrin says, leaning up to rest his elbows on his knees. “If she comes back to us on her own, then I’ll know she wants to be here. Otherwise, I can’t have her here, in my family, in my fucking head, if all I’m thinking is that she’s a captive.”
“You’re fucked in the head, Kyrin. She won’t want to be back there…”
“Yeah?” Kyrin snaps, standing toe to toe and so close to my face that his nose almost touches mine. He smirks, and I swear to fuck my cock is instantly rock hard. “How do you know that, Eli?”
I shove away from him, stumbling my way back through to the main house. Once I’m inside, I tread up the stairs and find an empty room, kicking off my shoes and resting my arm over my eyes. Why the fuck would she go back? But then… I know why. I know so much more than what anyone here knows…
“You know I’m not for sale, right?” She wrapped her legs around me, straddling my waist. She called me on stage, like I knew she would. I was still praying that she wouldn’t add me to her tally in her little Dollhouse. See, I knew everything there was to know about little Lilith Patience. I knew she held secrets in her Dollhouse that no one else saw. I knew she hated the color pink, but she also wasn’t too fond of black. She liked maroon. The color of blood when it’s freshly spilled. Not red, not black. That in-between. The color of death.
I grabbed on to her ass and squeezed. The Dolls were perfection. The kind you don’t want to touch in case you dirty them, but little did people know, they felt like they were already trash. I saw it right then when she looked at me, too. She did a good job at hiding shit, though. I still didn’t understand why she didn’t let us carry her ass out of this fucked-up world all those months ago, but I had to come back. To understand. She wasn’t a prisoner, which meant she wanted to be here, which meant she was about as messed up as the shit that went on here. I should stay away… “I know, baby. I don’t pay for sex, anyway.”
She leaned down and ran the tip of her nose up the side of my neck before licking me across my jaw. “You taste good.”
I raised my hips up to her. “I fuck better.”
The music continued to play as I directed her over my dick. Dolls were prancing around in front of us, flashing the people who were for sale as if they were prized trophies. Lilith unbuttoned my jeans and slid me deep inside her until I felt her wet little pussy tighten around my cock.
“Fuck.” I bit down on her shoulder to hide the sudden gasp.
A twisted version of an old-school Nirvana song played hauntingly in the background as each sale went through, The Dolls flashing a card that read sold over the top, with their immaculate appearance. People thought it was part of the act… how fucking bold were these people. It was exactly why the EKC tolerated them. Everyone is useful one way or another. Lilith rode me slowly, too slowly, and I slammed up into her fast, sucking on what skin I could get to. The music continued. Sale after sale. The people walked off the stage when it was done. The deadly part about Patience is that people who came thought they were just watching a creative show. They weren’t. What they witnessed was all real—even murder, thanks to Lilith.
She tilted her head back, sweat sliding down the crux of her chest, right between her breasts. Fuck, but she was beautiful. The kind of beauty that you wanted to destroy you. The kind that would have you screaming fucking murder in the middle of the street just to see her again. She wasn’t what you would expect. She wasn’t pretty or attractive. She was damn right lethal and she fucking knew it.