Page 63 of Doesn't Count

“Is this what you’re looking for, Eris?” He asks as he tickles my bare skin.

A shiver rushes through me, spiking excitement and fear all at once. I answer him with a daring glare, only it feels more like a pleading invitation.

“It’s been so long since you’ve gotten off, hasn’t it?” He taunts, his fingers gently graze the fabric covering my center. My hips involuntarily lift, pushing into his touch and he chuckles. “So eager.”

My body is flush with heat, the pressure in that bottle too much to hold onto. Khaos slides my panties aside, dragging his finger through my slit. “So wet.”

“Stop.” I pant. “What if someone sees?”

He withdraws his touch, tilting his head to the side, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Then they’ll know who owns this pussy.”

Khaos slips his fingers underneath his mask, coating them with his saliva before plunging them into me. A sound between a scream and a moan threatens to expose our misdeeds, but my hand quickly catches it as I cover my own mouth.

“Nuh-uh. Let them hear.” He rips my hand away as if it’s the most offensive thing he’s ever seen.

“Oh God,” I groan, my head lolling to the side as he thrusts his fingers, jackhammering into me.

“That’s better. Now look at me while I fuck your cunt with my fingers.” He demands, turning my face to meet his.

A sudden train of humiliation hits me as I realize what is happening, what I’mlettinghappen. He has me wrapped around his finger, literally, begging for release. The balance between self-preservation and an unquenchable lust teeter dangerously, tipping in the wrong direction. I’m weak when it comes to Khaos, to what he can do to me, what he makes me feel. I am raw, I am angry, and I am destructive, and he allows me to be all those things.

He wrenches his fingers from inside of me, both hands gripping my waist and hoisting me up, slamming my back against the table. The tequila bottle jumps from the force, nearly toppling over. I cough out the breath in my lungs as I land onthe hard surface. Khaos plants one knee on the table beside my thigh, leveraging himself as he stuffs me again. His other hand presses down against my belly, trapping me to the table, pumping vigorously.

My hips thrash against the palm of his hand, desperate for an escape, but he doesn’t relent. I’m gasping for air, his brutal torture stealing my breath from me.

“Say my name.” He demands. “Tell everyone on this bus who’s making you come.”

I bite my lower lip, desperate to keep myself from giving in, but as that familiar heat coils inside of me, I unfurl.

Betraying myself, his name barrels out of my lips on a moan loud enough to wake the dead. My fingers frantically find the closest thing to hold onto, twisting themselves into the sleeves of his shirt. His eyes boar into mine, stealing this victory without any shame.

I lay there, mortified with myself, Khaos’ hand slowly leaving me.

He bends down next to my ear, “What I said earlier? It wasn’t a lie.”

A cold front replaces the heat from his warm body as he leaves me there on top of the table, panting, wet, and so confused. I flinch when the bedroom door slams shut, embarrassment seeping into my core.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look any of these guys in their face again. They’d have to be deaf to not have heard what we did just feet away. However, Khaos’ little truth bomb has my mind in a wreck, thoughts crashing and colliding into one another.

After sliding back into my panties, I tiptoe past the bunks, avoiding everyone and slip through the bedroom door. Khaos sits against the headboard, one knee tucked to his chest with anelbow resting atop, his gaze fixated on the moving cars outside the window.

“Can we talk about it?” I ask shyly as if he wasn’t just knuckle deep inside me.

“About what? How I made the girl that loathes me scream my name?” He scoffs, bringing the Patron up to his lips. I missed the part where he swiped it before storming off.

I roll my eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. “About what you said earlier. About your adolescence.”

“Hard pass.”

“Off the record,” I promise. “Please?”

There’s a long pause as he toys with the idea of indulging me, but finally relents. The nod of his head is forced as he turns his gaze towards me. “What do you want to know?”

“About the beatings.”

Khaos pats the space next to him on the bed and I crawl over.

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