Page 62 of Lust

“Good girl,” my lips twitch up and I lean towards her ear. “and if you know what’s good for you’ll keep being a good girl.”

I pull back seeing Elle staring at us. Her eyes wide. “I’ll change my top.” Knowing a t-shirt wouldn’t get me past club security. Walking out of the room. I spot Gabe lurking in the hallway near Bell’s door. I don’t think anything of it.

“You pull my sister back in line?” Gabe spots me.

“All handled mate. She is slowly starting to learn.” I glance at Bell’s door then him. “We’re all going out.” And I take a step towards him. Should I or shouldn’t I? I see Gabe’s eyes go to the door and back to me. “She just broke up with her man. Most likely in there crying.” I ran a hand over my chin. My gut says do it. My brain says don’t. Then I locked eyes with him. “She hasn’t eaten. She has an eating disorder, only eats when watched. Ordering in would do me a favour.” The words just come out and I pull out my wallet. “She’s a veggie head like your sister. So don’t order only meat dishes.”

He looks at my bank card, insult rolls across his face.

“I think I can pay for tea.” He snaps at me.

“She’s under my care. So I’m responsible for her.” My bank card is still extended, directed at him. “I don’t want her owing you.”

He narrows his eyes on me. “You saying I’d take advantage of her?”

“She’s owed a lot of men before. Normally she thinks nothing of taking it on her back, to pay them back. She hates owing anyone. So yeah. I think if she knows you paid. She would think she needs to pay you.”

“I wouldn’t expect that!” his expressions sour and he looked at me like I couldn’t think that low of him.

“It’s not you mate. It’s her. She’s used to being used and abused.”

He tilts his head. “And why would she let you pay, and not expect to pay you back?”

“Because I’ve done it for years. Trust me if you want to start something with her, take my card.” And that was as much help as I was giving him with Bell. “And consider that advice as payment for what you’ve done with me and Ivory.”

He swipes the card, looking extremely insulted. But is trusting me.

“You hitting the town with the girls?” he said to my back, as I head to change.

“Yes.” I throw over my shoulder.

“Have fun keeping men away from them!” he yells at my back.

And I know he has a point. Because with Ivory and Elle dressed like they were, I was going to be in for a hell of a night. If I don’t end up locked up on assault charges it would be a miracle.

42

Ivory

Kace Striking. Just his name, rose a feeling within me. It was a mixture of lust, need, want and a whole lotta got to have. So I throw back the shot, trying to pretend my like my skin isn’t on fire as he touches my open back, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was regretting this dress the moment his eyes landed on me in the kitchen. I was now regretting the dress because he had access to my skin. Damn the open back.

His finger ran down my spine, as he held a conversation with Prince. Who just so happened to be out tonight as well.

Elle keeps pushing shots in front of me and I keep throwing them back.

Kace kisses the side of my head, to get my attention, his mouth going to my ear. “I’m going to take a piss. Don’t get yourself in trouble while I’m gone.” He kisses the side of my head again and I nod my head before he walks away.

I’m smiling at Elle, who is posing for pictures, when I feel another hand on my back. I immediately go stiff. My skin prickling with warning. That’s not Kace. For one Kace wears rings and I can always feel them on my skin when he touches me.

I turn my head to the side, and see Prince. He leans in, his mouth going to my ear. And I realize now, he is just trying to talk to me over the music and isn’t hitting on me.

“So the biker thing doesn’t bother you?” he says into my ear, and I pull back slightly frowning. What did he mean by that? He leans back in, and it is this very second I feel his other hand run over my ass. “You bored with Ace yet?” He called Kace by his road name and my warning signs are going off.

My eyes go to Elle. But she’s too busy posing for a picture. And Prince’s mouth is still at my ear.

“We tag team a lot. He tell you that?” He says into my ear. “You were meant to be next in line, that night you came to my house.” He pulls back, and my expression is blank and with a smirk he leaned in again. “Come on honey, men like us share. We were planning on sharing you. But then I guess I got to watch in the end.”

His words run through my mind again. And I’m just staring at him. He leans back in. “It’s called cameras. Watched how he fucked you, you gotta know that I’d respect you more then film it.”

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