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“Fucking hell.” Emmet cries, coming hard into my ass.
Pierce puts both hands on the back of my head and roars as he comes down my throat. I gag, come leaking down my face as my eyes water. I gasp, getting air back into my lungs. Emmet removes himself from me, his body slick with sweat. I roll off of Walker and let out a laugh. “Holy fucking shit, that was insane.”
“Hell, yeah it was.” Walker agrees.
I look over to Pierce and Emmet, they both have smiles plastered to their faces.
“I don’t know about you, but I want to do that again.” Pierce says licking his lips like he’s gearing up for a meal.
“Let her catch her breath first, Jesus.” Emmet says, peeling off his condom and tossing it into the bin.
“Water would be good.” I croak out. Feeling the best kind of sore in all the right places.
The three of them move to get to the door.
“Um… guys?” They turn to look at me. “Clothes?” I gesture to their naked bodies.
They scramble to get their clothes on, before Pierce comes over and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Be right back.” He bops me right on the nose, then follows Emmet and Walker out of the room.
I cover myself with a blanket and take stock of what just happened.
That was one of the hottest, most unexpected and wild nights of my life, and something told me it wasn’t over yet. I was going to be walking funny tomorrow. I feel a smile play across my lips as I think about the way those boys just ravaged me, like I was a fucking queen, and they’d give me anything I wanted.
Hell House wasn’t looking so bad after all.
CHAPTER SEVENTY
Skye
I’ve lost count of how many drinks I’ve had, but it’s enough to make my head spin like I’ve done one too many pirouettes. I steady myself against the wall, eager to get off the dance floor. The music pulses all around me, my body still gently swaying to the beat. Salem and I had spent the beginning of the evening pounding back more than a few shots, and now that was starting to catch up with me. She’d been pulled away by Pierce and Walker and they looked like they were happy making a Salem sandwich out of her.
I sweep my eyes around the room spotting Graham and Garrison dancing with a hot brunette in the middle. Sloan slumps against a wall opposite me and raises his red solo cup at me. Lukas was no where to be found though, like I cared. I was done caring. I was going to have a night where my thoughts didn’t drift to Lukas Ledger for once. I was dressed like Marilyn Monroe in her iconic white dress. I’d painted my lips ruby red accentuating my Cupid’s bow and curled my blonde hair into a wavy bob, pinning my hair up to make it look shorter than it was making sure to tuck my dyed ends away. Even making sure to place a sultry black dot above my lips. All that was ruined now. My makeup was smeared, and my hair was a wild mess, all stray pieces hanging out of the careful pinning job I’d done. The alcohol coursing through my veins was making me feel heavy but also like I needed something. Or someone.
I move slowly to a room off the living space that was currently functioning as a dance floor. My steps feel wobbly, but I manage to make it to the darkened room. I need air.
I’m engulfed by the smell of vanilla the moment I step through the French doors.Lukas.
My chest squeezes knowing he’s in here. My skin buzzes in anticipation. I know I should leave. I know that I didn’t need a distraction like Lukas Ledger, but I’d had a taste and it was unforgettable. I craved more, feeling his magnetic pull every time he was near. The hairs on my arms stand at attention as I feel hot breath moving across my back.
“Knew you’d find me in here sooner or later.” He growls, tracing a finger up my bare arm.
“How?” My heart becomes erratic, banging against the cage surrounding it.
“Mmm, we’re like magnets Skye. Always drawn to the other. Always seeking each other out. Do you think I’m not aware of you no matter what room we’re in? I know. I always know.”
The song outside switches toBad Romanceand I couldn’t agree with the sentiment more. No matter how bad Lukas was for me, I wanted him. I craved him in a way that wasn’t healthy. I’d pushed him away, but no more, even if it destroyed me in the end. I had to have him. He was everything a good girl like me shouldn’t want, but maybe I wasn’t as good as I portrayed myself to be. It was time to be honest with myself on who I truly was versus who I tried to be. Lukas had taken one look at me and saw past the charade and called me on it, pushing me to accept the dark parts of me that I tried to hide like he could read my thoughts. Like he’d been privy to every dark desire that I’d dreamed up and liked what he saw.
He grabs onto my elbow, slowly spinning me so I can take in his features. It’s just light enough in here that I can make out his features. He’s wearing dark horns and a leather jacket with no shirt. His black pants hang low, showing off his well-defined v, his tattoos sprawling across his chest.
“Who are you supposed to be?”
“Don’t you know? I’m the devil in disguise.” He says with a smirk, trailing his pointer finger up the seam of my halter dress starting at the swell of my cleavage and ending where my dress was tied around my neck. My breath is coming in fast at his feather light touch.
“You don’t say.”
“Don’t believe me, Marilyn?” He steps closer, tugging on my knotted halter holding my dress up. He places his other hand on my hip, backing me up to the pool table. My butt bumping into the edge. I spread my legs instinctively, letting Lukas step between them. My fingers crawl up his bare chest, tracing the edges of his tattoos. He tugs hard against the knot, this time managing to free it from it’s hold. It falls open, baring my breasts to him. He glides his hand down cupping it in his hand, with a punishing squeeze.
