I hate it.

Ransom’s palms run lower, moving over my hips, and framing the curve of my body over the strings of my thong. He squeezes, shifting, his mouth now aligned with mine.

I attempt to pull away, swallowing my own breath when his hand flies up to my jaw, keeping me where he wants me.

His eyes are furious, desperate, and narrow when my tongue sweeps out to wet my lips. He starts to shake, his entire body radiating with heat and power, with frustration, and any fight I had in me vanishes.

Do it.

Kiss me.

Bite me.

Want me.

He’s close. To me, to doing exactly what my mind has no right to cry for, yet is. The shake of his grip grows wilder, undeniably noticeable, but he doesn’t take. His hands drop, a wall slamming over his eyes.

My shoulders begin to fall, but then a bruising grip wraps around my upper arm from behind. In one quick move, I’m whirled around, pulled forward as my head is yanked back, and Beretta’s there, his lips hot on my neck with zero hesitation.

I gasp into the dim-lit space, shock compressing my muscles.

Beretta is a savage. He greedily kisses, sucks, and flicks his tongue over my skin, my entire body trembling in response.

A chest slams into my back, nearly knocking the air from me, and forces my steps forward as Beretta blindly shuffles backward, bumping a random couple but nobody pauses to care. They move out of our way, the space becoming ours.

Large hands come around, pressing against my lower abdomen, driving my ass into the very hard cock aligned with it.

“Bite her.” Ransom’s raspy demand burns low in my stomach, and Beretta does as he’s told. “She deserves it.”

He bites, and a hissed whimper slips from me, my head falling onto Ransom’s shoulder.

He growls, his hands running lower, down to mid-thigh, taking my dress with them on their way up.

Half of my ass is out, right here in the dark corner of the dance floor, but I couldn’t care less.

I need more.

I want more.

“Arsen,” Ransom suddenly snaps, a strangled sense of desperation in his tone. Arsen is there in a flash as if he was waiting to be called on.

Hoping to be.

Dazed, I look to him, and he the others.

They have an entire conversation without words while I remain suspended between them, arched and curled like a snake. Three short seconds pass, I blink once, and we’re leaving.

My body is on fire, my mind gone and suddenly we’re outside. Parked the furthest row back of the dark parking lot with the hood still down, is Arsen’s car.

I’m spun and shoved against the trunk, my heels allowing my ass to reach the very edge.