Page 85 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

I stared at the expression on her face while Fang massaged the globes of her ass, his fingers slipping between her thighs to touch her exposed pussy.

War laughed. “All right, all right, you two. Take it somewhere private. This isn’t party night at Psychos.”

Fang stood, picking up Rebel in his arms like she weighed nothing. His huge erection strained behind his jeans, and Rebel scrambled to wrap her arms and legs around him like she was climbing a tree. He gripped her bare ass, supporting her weight, and stormed through the party, kissing her deeply as he searched for an empty bedroom. Down the hall, a door banged, and Rebel’s moans were drowned out by the conversation starting up again.

I didn’t even know what to say. I’d never seen anything like that before, and I wasn’t sure if I was completely appalled, embarrassed, or so incredibly turned on I was thinking about breaking a rule if that was how the punishments went.

I’d never had a man spank me.

But Rebel had looked like she was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Did you like that, baby girl?”

There was already a warm buzz building inside me from our first round of shots and the beer I’d mostly chugged. I didn’t drink much so I knew it was all going to my head, but after that little show, I needed more. “I think I need another drink.”

War chuckled. “Ice! More tequila!”

Ice brought over a tray of shots with lime and salt.

War’s gaze met mine. “Did I tell you about the club rule where all tequila shots have to be done off someone else’s body?”

“That didn’t seem to be a rule earlier when we did them at the bar.”

He winked at me. “I just made it up. I’m the prez now. I can do that.”

“And if I say no?”

“You’d be breaking a club rule, and I’d have to punish you, just like we punished Rebel.”

I was pretty sure Rebel was having the time of her life in Fang’s room right now and thoroughly enjoying her bad behavior.

“Would you like it if I did that to you, baby girl?” he asked again.

My heart fluttered at the looks he kept shooting me. Being the center of his attention was heady.

“‘Cause I’d really fucking like to have my palm on your ass and see your pink slit peeking through your thighs as I did it.”

I let out an unsteady breath, feeling his words tingle right through my clit.

He put a shot in my hand and then tilted his head away from me. “Lick my neck.”

I hesitated.

“For the shot, Bliss. I was only joking about punishing you. I ain’t gonna do nothing you don’t want.”

But I did want. My clit was begging for it.

I leaned over so my face wasn’t even and inch from his neck. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. Tobacco and leather and the faint sweetness of alcohol. I’d never realized how well they went together until I smelled it on him. I ran my tongue along his neck, delighting in the goosebumps that broke out in my wake.

He groaned. “Fuck, do it again.”

I did.

I licked his neck once more, daring to turn it into an open-mouthed kiss against his skin.

Quicker than I would have thought possible, he was dragging me onto his lap. “Straddle me.”

I knew there were other people watching, but I was too turned on by War and Fang and Rebel that I let myself pretend there wasn’t. It wasn’t like my ass was on display, like Rebel’s had been. I swung my leg across War’s lap, letting my knees dig into the couch on either side of his thighs. My core brushed against the noticeable bulge in his jeans, but I kept most of my weight in my knees, not wanting him to realize how heavy I was.

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