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He yanks the zipper of his pants down and I watch as his palm grips the length of his cock. He pulls on it softly.
“Girl,” Maya whispers from behind me. “This isn’t my first rodeo, so I apologize now.” Then her attention is on his cock, and I have to stop my chest from exploding and killing everyone in this fucking room.
I flash a smile at King that says I take your dirty blowjob and raise you a fucking pounding. I grip onto Kyrin from behind me, my fingers latching around the back of his neck. I drop to my hands and knees, leaning over my shoulder and smirking at him. “Fuck me.”
Kyrin’s eyes flash with fire, just as Killian steps up beside him, his head tilting.
“Dawg, if you don’t, I will.” Kill whistles, shaking his head.
Kyrin’s eyes fly over me, and I don’t have to guess to know where he’s looking. I turn around and face him, yanking his pants down instead. Okay, so he won’t fuck me for whatever reason, but I’ll still play, and if he doesn’t participate, I’ll go to Killian or Keaton. I grab his dick, and before he can say anything, I wrap my lips around his tip and. Fucking. Suck.
Drawing him in deeper until I feel his pre-cum latch to the back of my throat, I twirl my tongue around him.
The crowd is quiet as I suck, every single person in that audience disappearing. Kyrin pulls out of my mouth and smirks, gripping my chin and yanking me up to standing. I know he almost came twice because his cock was pulsing in my mouth.
“You play dirty, Little Bird, but can you keep it up?” His eyebrow cocks before he disappears and grabs onto Mischa, yanking her onto his exposed dick. She moans, rolling her head and sliding herself down over him.
Oh my God. Is this even legal?
Maya leaves King, and I’m left gasping, the song switching to “Nightmare” by Halsey.
Everything fades as King stares at me through his makeup.
“Little Bird, do me a favor,” Killian whispers into my ear. My attention doesn’t move from King. “See if he’ll kiss you.” He hands me a shot glass filled with white liquid, and I take it, throwing it back.
I take one step, and King’s eyes narrow.
Another step closer, and I can almost feel him around me, suffocating me without contact.
Quickly, I throw my hand around the back of his neck and pull his face to mine. My lips graze over his. “Why am I the only one not naked?” I lick his lips softly.
Just when I think he’s not going to take the bait, he leans forward and bites down on my bottom lip. “Because you’re not for them.”
What the fuck does that mean?
I grind into him, reaching down. I grip onto his cock and tug on it. Either he can get hard really fucking fast or Maya didn’t finish him off.
He hisses, biting my earlobe between his teeth and yanking on it. His fingers dig into my thighs as he lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist. “Who am I for?” I can’t believe I said that out loud.
“Not for them, but most importantly.” He sucks on my neck as his fingers slip beneath my panties. He slips between my folds, and I tremble in his grasp, my pussy clenching around him like a vise. I don’t care what’s going on out there, even though I know what is. I just hope everyone is too busy watching someone else to catch King and me.
He circles me while his thumb presses against my clit. “Not for me either.” His finger continues bashing inside of me, his thumb on my clit. My stomach clenches as familiar waves crash over me, my release gushing over his hand.
“Remember that next time you want to try to make me jealous.” He shoves me away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking me off.
Everything disappears into the background again, like it always does when he’s around me. I panic, my heart thundering in my chest. Have I failed? Made things worse? I can’t believe I fell into Killian’s trap. After what feels like hours, the curtains slowly close with the audience going crazy, and I quickly zap out of the tent, my heart speeding in my chest at whatever the hell that show was. I know why they call them Mayhem now, and they fit it to a damn T. Just as I’m running back to the RV, I slam into a hard chest, bumping me backward until I fall straight on my ass.
“Ouch,” I groan, massaging my temples. I think I would rather they kill me than put me through all of this. This is a special kind of torture. One I will never survive.
