Page 41 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

RORY

“ O h, fuck!” I gasped as Skeeter held my hip in one hand and thrust up, holding my tangled hair in his other fist tightly as I rode him hard.

It was the following weekend, and I’d managed to dodge the guys’ questions all week at school, missing out on fight night last night, thanks to Skeeter going caveman on my ass.

My ribs hurt like a bitch, but my face was healing. I had to admit I was glad he’d put his foot down about the fighting because I was in a lot of pain and had spent a lot of days high on weed to try and dull it.

Skeeter had convinced me to let him pierce my nipples one night when we’d had a few too many drinks, and one of his buddies had given me a tattoo with the word warrior across my shoulder blade.

Now I saw why he was covered in ink, tattoos were addictive, and I was already planning to get more. The light burn of the needle was almost cleansing.

We’d spent the day at home, my system full of coke and Skeeter’s dick permanently inside me.

I ground down on him, my orgasm hitting me hard as his hand shot up and wrapped around my throat so tightly that my scream came out raspy.

The door opened, but we ignored it until Jensen’s startled voice came from close by.

“What the fuck?”

Skeeter glanced over and let go of my throat, a taunting smirk on his face. He totally knew they’d been standing there, and he looked way too smug about being caught.

“Oh, hey guys.”

I scowled before stopping and looking over my shoulder, seeing all four of them in the living room doorway looking shocked at what they’d walked in on. Caden was pissed off, but Jensen seemed broken as his eyes met mine.

I could see all the regret within their depths, but he deserved to hurt.

I sneered at him, and Skeeter grabbed my chin hard, jerking my gaze back to his and speaking in a demanding voice. “I’m not fucking done .”

I was high as fuck, thanks to the lines I’d done prior to climbing onto his lap, so I didn’t care that we had an audience as I started circling my hips again, letting out a small groan as his piercing rubbed the right spot.

I hoped this was proof to the guys that I was done with them.

My hands pressed against his chest to balance myself as my head spun slightly, his skin feeling so good against my fingertips.

“Aurora, cut that shit out!” Caden snapped, but Skeeter gripped my throat hard again without taking his eyes off Caden, smirking when I kept riding him.

I couldn’t focus, but I just tried to ignore the fact that the guys were even here.

At least I could trust Skeeter to keep them in line because I was way too out of it right now to do it myself.

“Don’t cockblock me, or I’ll go postal on your ass, Holloway.

I know you don’t want that.” Tyler stared at me as I rode Skeeter, my ass smacking against his thighs as I picked up the pace, and Skeeter grinned.

“Watch all you like, Johnson, she fucks like a porn star. Have a seat, guys. Get comfortable.”

They all hesitated before sitting down on the couches, and Skeeter moved his hand from my throat to reach for his knife on the side table next to us, anticipation and fear flickering through me. He’d teased me with his knife multiple times now, but he’d never taken it further.

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up and he spoke in a panicked tone. “You can’t slice her up, you’ll hurt her.”

Skeeter paused before dragging the blunt end of the cool blade down my back, a shiver running through me as he replied.

“You know I like to play with knives, and it’s not like I’m forcing her.

” He grinned as he turned the blade up the other way and moved it to my collarbone as I switched from bouncing to slowly grinding down on his lap instead, sliding the metal blade across my skin with ease, keeping the pressure light but firm enough to break the skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath, the cool air causing it to start stinging, but a startled moan left me as his free hand dropped to my clit. The sensations were amazing, the sting from the cut mixing with the pleasure from his fingers, and I almost begged him to do it again.

“I really should thank you guys. If anything, you made her fucking stronger when you fucked her over. She’s really fun to play with now, way better than she was at that party where I met her,” he chuckled as he dragged the blade across my skin a second time, and Caden growled.

“Can you not do that?”

Skeeter moved the blade back and licked across my skin as the blood trickled down my arm, warning in his tone as he spoke. “You’re in my house and I’m allowing you to watch me fuck what’s mine, so if you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“You’re going to fucking hurt her.”

“Why do you give a shit what I do to her? It’s not like you even like her. She’s trash, remember?” he chuckled.

I felt alive when I was with Skeeter, my body constantly buzzing for his touch when he was around, and he never left me needy.

I shuddered as his finger picked up speed as he swatted my ass sharply the moment he put his knife down, and Jensen got to his feet and clenched his fists.

“She’s not like the crew whores. You’re too rough.”

“Ugh, you’re relentlessly whiney tonight, Gilbert,” Skeeter sighed, his green eyes sliding to mine.

“Baby girl, tell your big brother and his friends that you like what I do to you so they stop worrying. You want this, right?” He waited for me to nod before looking back at Jensen with a grin. “See? It’s fine.”

Caden fumed silently without taking his eyes off me as I rolled my hips faster, my eyes drifting shut as I soaked in the sensations.

It was like Skeeter was touching every inch of me, my skin tingling as his fingers pressed into my waist to keep me going.

He changed angles on my clit suddenly, my body heating as pure pleasure washed through me.

I felt like I blacked out for a moment, coming to as he finally thrust up with a groan and filled me with his cum, swatting my ass to dismiss me.

“You’re a good girl for me. Go jump in the shower and head to bed. I’ll be up soon once I’ve dealt with Holloway and his boys.”

I gave him a quick kiss before climbing from his lap, ignoring the others as they inspected my naked body that was slowly becoming riddled with bruises and scars. They had no right to fucking judge me, so I stood taller, letting them look as I left the room and headed to the bathroom.

My high was wearing off, but the hot water felt good on the back of my neck as I stepped into the shower.

I stood under the spray for a few minutes with my eyes closed, pressing the front of my heated body against the cool tiles.

I was tempted to slide my hand between my legs to get myself off again, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.

I’d come plenty earlier when Skeeter had fucked me on the kitchen table, and my body was exhausted and sore. The cuts that he’d given me burned from the water, and I caught myself thinking about what he’d just done to me.

Had I really liked him scarring my body like that? It hurt, but it felt so good mixed with his dick moving in and out of me.

Was there something wrong with me? Probably, but I’d blame it on my trauma. Anyone would be a little fucked up after what I’d been through.

I kind of hoped it would be a regular occurrence now that he knew I was okay with it, turning my emotional pain into physical pain.

I could process that kind a whole lot easier.

Skeeter

“What the fuck are you doing with her?” Caden hissed the moment we heard the bathroom door close, and I took my merry time putting my pants back on, making sure they copped an eyeful of my soaked dick.

“Her pussy’s good, sue me,” I said flatly, grabbing a cigarette out of my pocket once I was seated again, before lighting it up and blowing it in Caden’s direction. “If you liked it so much, maybe you should’ve kept a better eye on it.”

“She’s jailbait to you.”

“Hardly. You’re as bad as Slash with this shit.

I’m twenty-one, not fifty. Her eighteenth birthday is less than two months away, and she’s legal, so that’s all I care about,” I chuckled, sliding my eyes to Lukas, not being able to resist taunting him a little.

“Did you like what you saw? I bet she’s nothing like the girl next door that you knew. ”

“How did you convince her to fuck you, huh? What lies or promises did you give her?” he spat, not hiding his anger from me. I was almost impressed at his sudden backbone. “Are you forcing her to fuck you in return for allowing her to stay here?”

“Did it look like I was forcing her? She climbed on my lap all by herself. She’s really good at doing as she’s told when given the right incentive.”

“Let her go. You don’t even want her, you’re just doing this to be a dick,” Lukas bit out, a sly smirk spreading across my face.

“You guys are acting like I’m holding her here against her will.

I offered her a place to stay, but she’s the one who crawled into my bed and offered me her pussy.

Not that I’m complaining. You’re just mad because that’s the first set of tits you’ve seen in a while and your little dick’s hard, isn’t it? ”

“Fuck you, Skeet. You can’t fucking have her.”

“Aw, you want to fuck me? I can give you some trauma if you want, but I doubt your mother would have anything nice to say about it. And I can have Rory because I’ve already got her. She’s mine, Lukas. The only way you’ll get her is if you lick her off my cock right now.”

His face heated as I grabbed my junk through my pants and winked at him, and Jensen gave me a dirty look. “He doesn’t want your cock, dude.”

“I think he does. Jealous?”

“No, I’m fucking pissed at you. What would it take to get you to stay away from Rory? Money? Cars? Name it,” Jensen argued, his eyes narrowing as I blew smoke at him next before putting it out in an empty beer bottle.