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Call me paranoid, but I know who this man is to the very core of his being.
A dark brow lifts, but even beneath the ambience of dim lighting, the pleasure he’s attempting to hide leaves a dusting of color over his cheeks. “You fucked me for assertion. Last I checked, I didn’t it. So tell me. What do you think I fuck for?” The conceit that laces his tone when the final word falls from his mouth has my leg swinging over his lap.
Both his hands land on my hips, forcing me still. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” This time the hardness of his body has nothing to do with the iron he lifts.
“To finally fuck someone whowantsto fuck me.” My hand hadn’t even hit his chest to push him away when he catches me by the chin and forces my face down until it’s just him and I and the tension that seems to constantly bathe between us.
“Don’t do that,” he hisses, his tone above a whisper.
“Do what?” Our lips skim.
Both lost in a marinade of confusion, neither of us can take our eyes off the other, even in this close a distance. “You think Iforgot that just moments before you were bouncing on my dick, you had another’s hand down your skirt?”
His mouth twitches when his eyes land on someone behind me.
Asshole. Fucking asshole.
I bounce off his lap as fast as I got on it, ignoring the leash that dangles between my breasts.
With a blunt nudge of his head, War whistles at whoever it is that has been watching for however long. “Don’t act like you’re scared now.”
Following War’s line of sight, Billy the Puppet stands in the direct path of it when he lands beside me.
Vaden chokes on his laugh as he kicks out his chair. “You two about fucking done?” I’m guessing everyone is back. You don’t see one without the others.
War’s eyes bounce between Billy the Puppet and I, ignoring our best friend.
What the fuck is he doing?
“Touch her inner thigh.” He pauses, pinning Billy the Puppet with a glare that’s borderline deranged. “Andonlyher inner thigh.”
“Jesus, War!” River’s annoyance with her brother isn’t needed, but relief floods through me when I notice they’re all back. Pointedly ignoring Priest.
Billy the Puppet shadows behind me when he moves, clearly following instructions.
War palms the leash that hangs between us, resting his forearms on his thighs. “Touch her.”
“What are you doing?” It leaves my mouth as a whisper when I try to swallow around the coarseness of my throat. His scent still clings to me. The poison of his hungry kisses and the demand of his possessive touch running rampant through my blood.
The boy lowers himself to his knees. When a palm feathers my ankle, my heart fractures in my chest and leaves splinters of betrayal stuck in my throat.You motherfucking cunt.
With Seether’s “Fake It” playing, I know what I have to do.
His palm moves farther up the inside of my leg. I hate it. Where War’s hands are calloused, scarred from murder and pain, his are soft and sheltered.
Standing to his full height and positioned slightly behind my body, he stops at the top of my thigh, probably pushing it a little high, to be honest, but he stops.
The tip of his finger leaves a subtle warning, grazing the crease to where my pussy meets my thigh.
“You get it?” War antagonizes with cold possessiveness. “If you come near her again…” The glimmer in his eyes shouldn’t look as menacing as it does right now. His mouth widens, exposing the full set of his white teeth. “I’ll cut your fucking head off and feed it to my pet pig.”
A finger slips between the fold and my breath catches. If I make one movement or inclination that this guy just did the one thing that would guarantee him sitting on my brother’s other lap, it’ll be messy. They won’t even bother to hide their rage. They’ll kill him on the spot and then we’ll have a party of witnesses. Too many to pay off, kill, or intimidate.
Just as fast as his fingers arrived, they’re gone.
War leans back in his chair. “Put that same finger in your mouth.”
I glare at War. “You’re a piece of shit.”
