In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

I kick out my leg and inhale a cloud of toxic nicotine smoke.

“I need everyone to keep up their routines. Because we’re at sea for a long time, that doesn’t mean you slack off.” Delila brushes her hand in the air. “That’s all.” I look around the auditorium, the seats line a stage with all of our training props to the back. Someone has even moved in the double wheel so we can work on it. I’m not in the fucking mood to do anything right now, so whoever did that wasted their time. I could ride that cage with my eyes closed.

“What time did you go to sleep last night?” Maya scowls, dropping down onto the chair beside mine.

“Damn, grinding my balls already? Not gonna warm them up a little before you rub up on them?” I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head, only intensifying my smirk. I put her out of her misery. “Can’t remember. Callan is a fucking Energizer Bunny.”

“Gross,” Maya snickers, leaning her head back against the top of the chair. “Have you spoken to my mother? Maybe ask her why she decided to round us all onto this godforsaken ship and set us out of the US.”

Keaton clears his throat. “Nah, but I’m almost certain it has to do with Patience.”

“You think?” I ask, thinking over Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve.

I flinch when I think of New Years. It’s not something that I want to think about right now, especially with Maya sitting right beside me. It’s still a little tender between her and I after that—I don’t want to encourage the animosity.

Movement catches my eye in the corner when Perse and her crew start moving to the center stage.

“Killian.” My father pointed toward the double staircase that leads to the second floor of our mansion. “Go and make sure they have done their duty.”

I huffed. “Dad, they do it. Every single time. I don’t need to check.” I kicked out my leg and took another spoon of granola. I didn’t know why we had to fly back to Kiznitch this week. I hate visiting the old land. It’s depressing as fuck and besides, I have everything that I want right here.

“Killian,” Dad barks. “Go and make sure.”

I tossed my spoon down into the ceramic bowl and kicked off from the chair. Fucking slaves. Why the fuck do we have them anyway. They’re nothing but annoying.

“Killian!” Kyrin calls out from the center stage. I must have been lost in my own head because I was still sitting in the same chair I was in minutes earlier.

“Yo?”

I watch as Sass and Callan make their way on stage, with Callan throwing me side-eyes. Callan is hot. As hot as you’ll get if you like them blonde, where I’m known to prefer mine on the darker side of the spectrum, which is what I always blame it on when I can’t help but seek out Sass.

I jack-knife up from my chair, tossing my t-shirt onto the seat in the front row and spread my arms wide. “What?”

“We need to practice.”

“Practice what?” I smirk. “I can make you lick my ass. Shall we practice that?” I wink at Kyrin, who flips me off.

Chuckling, I turn around quickly, just as Perse hits play on “All I Need” from Within Temptation. I’m shaking my head at her song choice when Saskia bumps right into my chest. My arms go out to steady her. “Wow.”

She jumps back from me as if I’ve assaulted her with my presence. “Sorry.” She attempts to step away and walk past me, only I counter her movement.

“What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,” she snaps, agitated.

Fuck, her eyes are blue. I’ve never in my life seen eyes like hers. I thought mine were different, but they ain’t got nothing on hers. With that olive skin, a jaw, sharp, yet delicate enough to cut through cold butter, rosy swollen lips and thick raven eyelashes, she’s everything that you would picture perfection to look like. I’m not shallow, I like my women flawed, which is what brings me to the other side of my attraction to Saskia Royal: confusion. Perfection makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been hyped up all my life based on my looks alone, I would never think that I’d be interested in the girl version of me.

“Yeah.” I narrow my eyes. “You do. Ever since you’ve been here, you’ve purposely made it obvious that you try to stay away from me.”

She keeps her eyes trained on mine, her arms crossing in front of herself, only pushing up her tits and causing them to spill out of her little sports bra. Typical little dancer body on her, only this one has wide hips to grab onto and some jiggle to her round ass.