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“I don’t hear any begging,” Havoc said, his chuckle rumbling through me. “Better get started before we start breaking body parts.”
“Okay, fuck. Chill out.” Jordan stared at me, his eyes wide in fear. “I’m sorry, Raina. I shouldn’t have said that.”
I opened my mouth to accept his pitiful apology, but Knight cut me off. “You call that an apology? Fuck that. Try again. Kiss her feet.”
He brutally shoved Jordan face down, almost planting his lips on my dangling foot. Most of the people partying in the backyard were now staring, watching Jordan get his ass handed to him. I was uncomfortable with so much attention. At the same time, I kind of enjoyed seeing the jerk on his knees.
“I’m not kissing her damn—”
Knight slapped Jordan in the back of the head, cutting off his protest. Jordan let out a startled yelp. Aware that he wasn’t getting out of this, he did as he was told.
“I’m sorry, Raina. I mean it. Please, forgive me.” He lowered his head to my feet.
His lips were moist and warm. I hated the sensation. Although I kind of loved watching him grovel. If only it were Gage instead. That fucker owed me.
Everyone seemed to be awaiting my reaction. So I gave them what they wanted.
“Fine. Good enough. Now get out of my sight.” Planting a foot on Jordan’s forehead, I gave him a shove.
Laughter and shouts rang out from the watching partygoers. Jordan scrambled to his feet and fled the backyard. It didn’t take long for everyone to resume their activity.
“Nice job, Bad Girl.” Havoc gave me a squeeze. His pride shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Maybe that was the alcohol.
Knight gave his hand a shake before inspecting his cut knuckles. I slipped my leggings and footwear back on. I was done with this game.
Tugging on the cuff linking me to Havoc, I said, “Come on. Let’s go inside and find some ice for Knight’s hand.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RAINA
The party wrapped up well after three in the morning. More than a little drunk, I was looking forward to passing out. Havoc had other ideas.
“You’re coming to bed with me tonight.” He tugged on our cuffed wrists, trying to lead me toward the stairs.
“Come on, Havoc. It’s late. Take these things off already.” I frowned at the cuffs. I was over this.
Gage had surfaced from the basement an hour ago. He’d been high and drunk, stumbling up to his room. Since he’d claimed that space, I had to sleep somewhere else.
With a sigh of defeat, I let Havoc lead me upstairs. I had a feeling the night was far from over. I had to admit, his bed was inviting as hell. I knew it was comfortable. I was ready to crawl in and let drunken slumber claim me.
Havoc refused to remove the cuffs so we could wash up for bed. He stood next to me while I did a lazy job of removing my makeup. Since I couldn’t get my tank top off with my hand cuffed, I left it on to sleep in along with my underwear.
“Nope. I want you naked.” Havoc shook his head. Leading me to his dresser, he pulled a knife from the top drawer.
“Then take off the cuffs. I’m not letting you cut my clothing off. Do you have any idea how expensive a good bra is?” I held up a hand to ward him off. It did nothing.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Hold still.”
Since I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, I stood there and let him slice off my top and bra. Then he cut off his own t-shirt before stripping off his jeans and boxer shorts. When I didn’t remove my panties, Havoc did it himself.
“Jesus, you’re a dick. Let’s just go to sleep.” I pulled back the comforter and crawled under the sheets, jerking on Havoc’s hand to hurry him up.
“You’re kidding, right?” Havoc chuckled, a smooth but daring sound. “I didn’t get you naked so we could sleep, Bad Girl. You’re going to ride my face first. Then my dick. That’s an order.”
I gaped at him as my dreams of drunken slumber died. I wasn’t getting out of this. The expression Havoc wore made it clear that he was fully prepared to pull some of his forced orgasm shit on me. A forced orgasm sounded sexy at first. After about seven or eight of them, it was just torturous exhaustion.
“An order, huh?” I jerked again on our linked hands. “Sounds to me like a plan to make me do all the work.”
