Page 47 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“Oh God. I’m so fucked,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head to clear my thoughts before taking the syringe from his offering hand. “What is it and what's it for then?”

“It’s to knock Logan out. He’ll be conscious one second, and out like a light the next. It’s just a little tranquilizer,” Tey giggles like a schoolgirl with his eyes sparkling like he’s staring at precious gems or his unicorn.

“Okaaay. I’ll just put it—” I furrow my brow, thinking about where I can hide this thing, but I just shrug as I stuff it between the girls. Tey and Nicky smirk, eyeing my boobs that are squished together in this dress, high and perky. “Chop, chop, boys.” I clap my hands and twirl to find a pair of black heels on the bed. “Let’s do this. The wicked rest for no one, and I’m feeling very wicked tonight.”

I giggle at their heated looks as I bend down to slip on the heels and practically sprint out of the room as Nicky growls and Tey makes grabby hands again. Anything with violence and danger turns them on… It doesn’t help that I have breasts either.

“Get back here, brat! I changed my mind! I’m thinking your ass needs a spanking!” Nicky shouts after me, and I can hear both of their thudding steps behind me as I run as fast as I can in high heels.

“Suckers,” I whisper to myself, smirking because that was my plan all along, but he can spank me later.

I’m on a mission to test Logan’s love for me. I pray he doesn’t fail, and I don’t break.

I never want a man to break me again, and that thought alone steels my spine, more determined to go through with this, even if it breaks my heart.

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“You want another drink, Mama?” Dom strokes my bare shoulder, making me shiver at the simplest touch.

Music pounds in sync with my heart while the soothing sound of the ocean plays in the background. The moon is high in the starry night sky, and bodies grind together on the dance floor with the seductive beat of the music as liquid courage flows through them. Since we arrived at the bar on the beach, something inside of me just settled. It’s not crazy busy, almost relaxing with the low murmurs of voices, and the twinkling lights the bar has strung up makes it look like you're closer to the stars. I love it. I haven’t danced yet because we headed straight to the outdoor couches near a gas fire pit the moment we spotted them right off the dance floor. My body keeps swaying to the beat of the music as I cuddle into Dom’s side, the heat he’s giving off helps with the slight breeze from the ocean.

“Yes. God. These margaritas are strong. I’m pretty sure it’s just tequila, but it’s so yummy.” I hum in delight and sip up the last of my drink until I’m only sucking up air.

“Your cheeks are looking a little pink, cupcake.” Tey chuckles as I lower the empty glass and stick my tongue out at him.

Of course he takes that as an invitation and leans forward from his seat next to me, his pierced tongue swiping up from my chin to cheek. Laughing, I wipe my cheek and quickly grab his chin before he can pull away. His blue eyes, that holds me captive every single time, shows so much love for me.

“I licked it so it’s mine.” My voice comes out raspy, practically a purr as I slowly dart out my tongue and lick his cheek as I turn his head to the side.

He groans deep in his throat and turns his face towards me when I let go of him and lean back into Dom’s embrace once again.

“I’m all yours, peaches. You can lick any part of me you want.” Tey winks, adjusting his cock in his pants, right in front of my face, before he turns around, heading right towards the tiki bar with a sexy swagger.

I watch his tight ass walk away in those black jeans that cling to all his muscles and look to my left to see Nicky watching him with a heated gaze too.

“I’m going to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble or stab anyone,” Nicky says as he clears his throat, standing from his chair and striding towards the bar with a sexy swagger.

More like stalks towards the bar, Tey in his sights, just waiting to be devoured. I shiver in pleasure, my thighs clenching, and I’m praying to fucking God that Nicky takes charge again. I would be most willing to sit back and watch the show, seeing all the delicious muscles on display as he ties up Tey.

“Cold?” Dom mutters with a cocky chuckle near my ear, his hand rubbing back and forth on my thigh where the dress has inched up, exposing my skin.

“No.” I bite my lip and notice Dalton staring across at me, his eyes dipping down to trail over my body before meeting my gaze.

“You look cold, little bitch, but don’t worry, daddy can warm you right up.” He pats his lap, spreading his legs wider as he leans back in his seat while looking over the edge of his beer bottle as he takes a drink.

Dom sighs and brings my hand up to his mouth, kissing my knuckles before releasing me. I smile up at him, my fingers trailing over his short, black beard as I lean up to kiss him on his chin.

“It’s going to take a while getting used to having to share your attention, but it’s all worth it to see you happy, Mama,” Dom says huskily, his eyes stalking me as I stand up and smooth my dress down.

“You’ll always have me, papi.” I wink, adding an extra sway in my hips for him as I round the fire pit and come to a stop between Dalton’s spread legs.

I glance over to my right, looking at Logan as he swirls his whiskey in his glass while tilting his head back to look up at the moon. My stomach dips like a roller coaster, taking in his disheveled appearance and the five o’clock shadow he usually keeps clean. I ache for him, and everything he’s feeling right now, I’m right there with him. I have to remind myself that what I’m doing is for the best. It’s only going to make us stronger, if he makes the right choice. It takes everything inside me not to walk over to him, cuddle into his chest, and tell him that it’s going to be okay. His pain is my pain, but until we settle the block between us, I’m going to have to keep my feelings locked down tight.

It’s for the best.

I keep repeating that as I glance back at Dalton to see him already staring up at me under his lashes, his violet eyes bright in the reflection of the fire. I need a minute to breathe, to hold strong, because even now, my body is leaning towards Logan, and I’m seconds away from calling tonight off and just forgiving him.

“Dance with me,” I choke out, desperate for a distraction.

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