I hold onto Skull the whole ride. He said we were headed “home”, but as we pull up to the huge building surrounded by a high chain-link fence with electrified barbwire running along the top punctuated by electronic gates and guards, I assume we’ve gone to his club. Even being in the family I’m in, I haven’t seen security this tight, or at least not broadcast this loudly. No, Colin is much more understated.

My hands tighten around Skull’s stomach as I hold onto him tighter. I’m only going to get a few days with him. I want to enjoy them.

He pulls his bike into the garage and I slide off to my feet. He joins me, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me into the attached building. The man who’s been with him in town is here. He’s a tall man with dirty blond hair that’s all mussed and choppy looking. It looks like a woman just ran her fingers through it and spent hours touching it. He’s got a look on his face that makes me want to blush and I don’t even know why. I think it’s the dirty promises that even I can read in his eyes. He’s wearing a leather cut like Skull’s with a white t-shirt under it and tight jeans molded to his lean body.

“Quit looking at my woman, motherfucker,” Skull growls at him, and I stop staring to look up at Skull. He’s shooting the guy a look like he could kill him.

The man shrugs and says, “I’m only human.”

“Which means I can kill you, so back the fuck off,” Skull growls back.

“Hey, honey. I’m Torch,” he says with a wink, totally ignoring Skull’s warning. When I hear Skull’s growl, I have to conclude that Torch might not be very smart. I sure wouldn’t want to piss Skull off.

“Hi,” I whisper, cursing myself for blushing.

Skull all but yanks me away from Torch as we delve deeper into the room. This might have been a mistake. There’s obviously a party going on in here. There’s women. Naked women. They’re dancing and… Oh. My. God. There’s one woman having sex with two men in the back—at the same time. I stop dead in my tracks. Skull tries to tug on me again, but I’m not ready to go anywhere near that.

“Beth?”

I drag my eyes away from the woman who is… well… “Skull,” I finally manage to say, “I don’t think I belong here.” I pull my arm from him, ready to run back outside.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I… I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for, Skull. I don’t think I’m anywhere close. I need to go.”

“What’s wrong with you now?”

We’re starting to attract attention—and that’s the last thing I want. I stand up on my tiptoes and try to reach his ear. “They’re having sex!” I whisper, though it comes out more like a hiss because… really, I mean, he can see it. I shouldn’t have to explain it to him.

His eyes go back to the threesome. I just saw a threesome. A real life threesome! His lips move to a full grin and the light catches the glint on his lip ring. I’ve gotten used to kissing him. I even kind of like it now. In this light, with that look on his face, he looks like every woman’s fantasy.

I expect him to turn me around and help me get out of here. He doesn’t. Instead, he turns me around so I’m facing them. He imprisons me with his arm, holding me against his chest. His hot breath slides along my neck as he whispers into my ear.

“What’s wrong, querida? Does it not turn you on? Watch how Sabre holds her head while he thrusts his cock into her mouth. She likes it. Do you see how she pulls against his hold when he slides back out?”

“Skull, please… I don’t…”

“Watch how she thrusts her ass back against Latch every time he plunges his cock into her. She’s on fire for both of them.”

His words are dark and forbidden, just like what I’m seeing right now. I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be… aroused. I am, even if I don’t want to be. I’m completely aroused. So much so that I can feel moisture gathering in my panties. I try to turn my head because watching this goes against everything I’ve ever been told. Skull doesn’t even allow me that comfort. He nibbles along the side of my neck, pulling on the skin, then lets his tongue brush away the sting to keep us so connected that I can’t turn away.

“Sabre and Latch are close, sweet Beth. They do this often. They work as a team. They love pushing one woman to her brink. Working together until the woman doesn’t know anything or anyone is around. All she can do is take what they decide to give her. Fuck her harder and harder until they give her what she really wants.”

“Skull, please…”

“Sabre is getting ready to shoot his load in her mouth,” he points out, ignoring my plea. “You can tell by the way he’s driving faster and faster into her. Do you think she’ll drink his cum down that sweet little throat? Or will it be too much and run out of her mouth…?”

“Skull…” I all but cry, because as his hand comes around to cup my breast and he teases it much like he did earlier in the cemetery, I know that he could make me come. Just like this, doing nothing more than teasing me and uttering his filthy dark words while we watch these three people do what I can only wish he was doing to me. Does it make me horrible for enjoying it? Why do I feel horrible—and excited? I’m so confused, and I really do want to run away.

Skull doesn’t let me. Instead, we stand there in the middle of his club. His hand moves from my breast and slips into my jeans. It shocks me, and I struggle, trying to move and peering around to see if anyone is watching us. No one is; they’re all laughing and talking as if this kind of thing happens all the time. I’m starting to believe maybe it does. Skull’s arm around me tightens to the point of near pain as he bites the juncture between my shoulder and neck—in warning. I instantly go still. In reward, his fingers pet my pussy, and I know it’s a reward because he kisses my ear, sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue to taste the skin there.

“Good girl. We’ll stay like this only until they make her scream in pleasure. We won’t stick around for the second show. By then, querida, I’ll have you back in my room and eating that sweet, wet cunt out.”

His words make my body tremble. I know I should be protesting, but I can’t. It’s a forbidden fantasy that I seem to be trapped inside of and my body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff. I need this. That’s exactly what it comes down to. I am nothing more than a woman in need of everything Skull is doing. I’ll worry about anything else later. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exciting and arousing to watch the three of them having sex.

“Are you imagining what it’d feel like to be the plaything for two men, Beth?” he asks. “To have one man feed you his cock in this sweet wet pussy… while another stretches that tight little ass of yours?” His dark words continue to torture me. My face heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I bite my lip to stop sound from escaping as he slides his fingers against my clit. My hands, which have been useless, bite into the sides of his legs because I feel like I might fall.

“You’re so wet, querida. Tell me, do you want me to make you come right here? Let your sweet cream run all over my hands while I finger fuck you, so you can watch Sabre and Latch give Tiffany their cum?”

My skin feels hot, flushed… I’m on a razor’s edge. I want to tell him yes because I do want to come. But not here. Not like this. Maybe this is what Skull is used to, what he enjoys. It’s hot. It’s exciting, but…

“Too late, querida. Watch,” his dark voice whispers.

My eyes are glued to his hand and where it disappeared in the waistband of my jeans and panties. I automatically bring them back to Sabre and his friends. Sabre has his cock in his hand jerking it over and over, holding it over the woman’s face. Then, he covers her mouth and face with his cum. He’s holding her head tightly by the hair, slapping his cock against her mouth as he ejaculates hard, leaving a white streak of fluid scattered over her.

At the same time, the other man slams into her so hard from behind that you can physically see the way it jars her body. His yell rings out in the room. I don’t know if anyone else is listening because I can’t look away. I watch as his hand moves under him and disappears between her legs. She cries out and thrusts back against him, all the while trying to lick up Sabre’s cum.

I forget to breathe as I watch the three of them finish. The girl falls down because her hands and knees refuse to hold her up anymore. I would have thought that’d be the end of it, but it’s like they don’t even take a breath. Sabre rolls a condom on. Latch does the same, and I know they’re getting ready to go for a second round. I watch Sabre gather his own cum from the woman’s chest and face. He covers his condom, then positions himself behind her.

“He’s getting ready to take her ass,” whispers Skull. “I’m gonna fuck you like that. Stretch your little ass so tight, you’ll think I’ve split you in two.”

His words work to bring me out of my haze with their shocking claim while at the same time setting me on fire. It’s then that I catch sight of a man at a table across from us watching everything Skull is doing to me. I’m on fire. I need to come, but not like this. I don’t want it to be like this.

“Skull, please…” I whimper, looking up at him and trying to turn my body away from the stranger.

“What is it, Beth?” he asks, his voice dancing across every nerve ending in my body.

“Take me to your room, please?” I ask him.

He doesn’t even pause. He takes his hand away and picks me up in his arms to carry me off. I bury my face into his neck and hold on, desperate to be alone with him.