Page 16 of Insatiable

He’s looking at me.

“How do we play?” one of the guys asks, completely interested.

Dez’s eyes are on Tylar as he explains the rules. “Choose a partner – or partners – and fuck until you can’t.”

Abbie, perched on Kade’s lap, lets out another flirtatious giggle, leaning back to whisper something into his ear again. His eyes move to her, and his brows furrow.

“Stacey, there’s someone at the gate asking for you,” a voice says from the doorway of the sitting area. One of the guys who was waiting on an Uber. “He’s pretty fucked up.”

Shit.

“Is it the guy from earlier?” Ty asks me, a smile on her lips, and everyone around us is listening. “The one you were seconds from screwing in the studio? You could invite him in. Sorry, Base, but he was hot.”

I grimace, and so does Dez. “We weren’t going to—” I stop, sighing as I place my drink on the coffee table in front of us. “Start without me.”

“He’s pretty mad,” he tells me. “He’s shouting for you to get out there.”

Kade’s cigarette freezes halfway to his mouth.

Ty abruptly stands, but I tell her it’s fine and ask her to stay where she is, telling Base and Dez the same when they, too, get to their feet.

“You sure?” Dez asks, concerned as he fists his hands. “I’m happy to tell him to get to fuck.”

Base nods in agreement.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’ll be fine.”

Standing and smoothing over my dress, I ignore Kade’s eyes following me as I walk out of the room.

When I reach the gates, hugging myself with how cold it is, I huff out a foggy breath. “Really, Chris? Why are you here?”

My stepbrother’s eyes are bloodshot, as if he’s had far too many drinks before coming here. “You weren’t answering me.”

His words are slurred, and saliva slips from the corner of his mouth.

“Are you high?”

“Will it make you come home with me if I say yes?” he asks, fingers curling on the rods of the metal gate I refuse to unlock with the code.

I shake my head, gritting my teeth in annoyance when he staggers to the left. “You look cold, little sister. You know I can heat you up.”

My stomach twists. “Go home.”

“You’re my home,” he replies with a hiccup. “Don’t make me mad. I don’t like being mad with you. Come with me. We’ll go back to the house and I’ll… I’ll make love to you.”

He loses his balance, tumbling to his side. I groan, taking a few steps and reaching my hand out to try to help him to his feet. Every single time he gets this messed up, I need to help him, even though I don’t want to. It’ll be worse for me if I leave him like this, and I’d rather not meet those consequences.

But this time, when I try to help him, he grabs my wrists and yanks me to him, slamming my body into the metal separating us.

A flash of pain momentarily seizes me as my face hits the hard surface between us.

“Let go of me,” I snap, tasting blood from a cut on the inside of my lip.

“Who are you fucking in there?” His thumb runs along my lips as he stares at them, his eyes wholly black from all the drugs he’s consumed. “Whose cock has been in this mouth?”

He lowers his hand to grab between my legs, and I flinch from his unwanted touch before he can make contact.

He smirks, catlike and evil. “This is all mine. Every inch of your body belongs to me.”

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