Page 191 of Shattered Pieces

“None of this is yours,” he spat, motioning around the room. “It’s all someone else’s, and you’re just along for the ride.”

“Hey, break it up,” Hunter growled as he got between us, pushing Skeeter back a step. “What are you doing here?”

“You’d better keep an eye on her because she started a war that she can’t win,” Skeeter stated, his green eyes burning through me. “You’d better watch yourself. You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“Go. To. Hell,” I bit out sharply, scruffing Hunter’s shirt and dragging him down to kiss me. Was it petty? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. Hunter had no problem with me using him to piss off Skeeter, and when I pulled back, I looked right at Skeeter to find him glaring at me.

“You’re going to regret ever crossing me,” he said flatly, the tone sending a chill down my spine. “I’ll make sure of it.”

He turned and stalked through the crowd towards Diesel, people scattering to avoid getting knocked over by him, and I ignored the chatter going around the room about us as I looked at Hunter.

“Don’t think for a second I forgive you. That meant nothing.”

“Sure, it didn’t,” he murmured, tugging me closer. “You know I like it when you use me to make people jealous. Keep doing it though and I’ll start asking what we are.”

“We’re a problem that’s never going to happen,” I joked, and when he leaned down to speak in my ear, my traitorous pussy clenched.

“We’re about to be naked in your damn bedroom if you keep it up.” Then he pressed a soft kiss to my lips before walking off, obviously trying to cool off before he could do something stupid. Like fuck me in front of everyone.

Not that I’d let him. My pussy could get the fuck over it.

Skeeter vanished, and Diesel made his way towards me, his voice as quiet as possible but loud enough so I could hear it over the music.

“I need to go. Soldiers burned down one of our warehouses.”

“Skeet said that?” I asked casually, and he hummed, giving me a knowing look.

“That’s what he said. I’ll see you tomorrow. Stick by Marco and Hunter, I don’t trust Skeet right now. He’s pissed.”

“He’s always pissed.”

“This is different. It’s an unhinged level of pissed,” he said before giving me a quick kiss so he could go.

The party went back to normal after that, and the guys stuck close as if the Psychos were going to come back with guns blazing. Some people even left, too worried about war breaking out in the house.

We did shots, danced some more, a few lines of coke, and that was how I somehow found myself in my bedroom with Lukas’ face buried between my legs. It was hot, fast, and I desperately needed him to put a damn condom on so he could bend me the fuck over.

“You guys are insatiable,” Marco murmured as he let himself in at the end of my climax, his eyes on my exposed pussy as Lukas sat back.

“Says the manwhore,” I smirked, sitting up and closing my legs as I put my feet on the floor.

“Can you get out?” Lukas demanded as he rolled a condom on, but Marco snickered.

“Hell no. The show’s about to start.”

“You’re not invited.”

“Then invite me, asshole,” he replied, moving towards me and putting a hand on my knee, opening my legs to stand between them. “You want me to eat your pussy before Luke fucks it?”

His hand circled my throat, keeping a loose hold but forcing me to look up at him. My pussy clenched, and I found myself nodding.

A gasp left me as he dropped a hand between my legs, teasing my clit lightly, and I was a little bit surprised when Lukas started watching us, stroking his cock as he waited.

“You’re okay with this?” I asked, just to be sure, and he nodded.

“I want to watch you choke on his cock too.”

I wasn’t expecting that, and neither was Marco from the way he groaned, forcing his mouth to mine and pushing two fingers inside me. He was rough, encouraging me to lie back as he spread my legs more to get deeper.