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Go, I want to whisper. Go fuck her and leave me alone.
But I know he won’t. Even if he does get with some other girl, he’ll always come crawling back... because they’re not me.
Warren pulls me down onto one of the chairs, wrapping his arm firmly around my waist. My skirt rides up my thighs a little. I hadn’t wanted to wear it, but he insisted. Said he wanted to show me off.
His fingers brush my knee, casually at first, but as we watch the girl lose herself in pleasure, his touch creeps higher and higher.
“Warren,” I hiss, and he chuckles.
“Doesn’t it get you hot, watching her?” he whispers against my ear. “Look at her slick pussy, babe. I could slide right in there and she wouldn’t even know what hit her.”
His fingers trace my inner thigh, and my body betrays me. His touch repulses me, but I can’t deny watching her ignites an unwelcome fire in my belly.
God, I miss Conner. I miss his touch and kiss, the way he treated me with such passion and desire. He would never force me to watch such debauchery.
But I am here, and the music is pumping through me and the weed assaulting my senses, and if I close my eyes and shut it all out and just feel... I can almost—
No.
No!
What the fuck am I thinking?
I don’t want to do this.
Snatching Warren’s hand away, I thread our fingers together. “Not here,” I say over my shoulder, forcing myself to placate him with a kiss.
The girl’s moans fill the air, her orgasm swirling around us.
“We should have some fun with her,” Warren suggests.
“I don’t share,” I snap.
“No... I guess you don’t.” There’s something ominous in his tone. Something dark and wicked.
“Drinks, man.” Another guy appears, handing each of us a bottle of beer and catching Warren’s eye for a beat. I sniff it, inspecting the contents.
“It’s just beer,” he says.
“Drink it,” Warren orders. “Mal knows not to fuck with me.”
I take a long pull, desperate for something to take off the edge. Kian has already disposed of the girl, and I spot her in the corner, snorting a bump of coke. Her drugged eyes meet mine, and for a second I see myself in her. A shudder rips through me and I drop my gaze. She’ll find no sympathy here.
I don’t have any left to give.
Warren and Kian fall into easy conversation while I sip my beer. The other guy, Mal, keeps the drinks flowing.
I try to keep an eye on what I’m drinking, but every time I stop, Warren gives me a little nudge.
A silent order.
He wants me to relax, to let my guard down.
But to what end?
Some time later, everything is a little blurry, and there’s a new girl dancing, putting on a show for Kian.
“Is that Zoe?” I ask Warren.
