His hand that’s pressed against the glass behind me slowly slides down until his chest is against mine. “Whatever the fuck I want.” He leans down, dragging his tongue across the curve of my bottom lip, before standing straight. “You want revenge?”

“I do,” I say, brow curved. It’s the only thing that’s distracting me since my heart has gone rogue.

He pushes off the wall, turning his head over his shoulder. I finally peek around his large arms, seeing Khaos sitting on an identical white sofa directly opposite the one that’s beside us.

I look back to Wicked. “That’s hardly fair trade from all of the shit you’ve done to me over the years.”

“Yeah?” Wicked’s brows shoot up. He leans in closer, his hand coming to my inner thigh. My head falls backward and I fight the groan at the back of my throat. “Need I remind you that you’re marrying someone else?”

Okay, he has a point.

I look between him and Khaos. “You really think you can do this?”

“I know I can.” Wicked pushes off the glass wall, finally giving me space to breathe. Sloane sits smugly on the sofa beside us. “Let’s see who breaks who first.”

I step slowly backward, until I feel Khaos’ hands come to the front of my upper thighs. “Game on.”

Lowering myself onto a waiting Khaos, I drag my fingernail down his pretty face. Khaos is cute. Too cute for someone wearing a cut. But he does have the road name Khaos, so I guess there is that.

His baby blue eyes fall down my chest, and I reach to the back of my dress, unzipping until it falls away and my breasts are out. Thanks to my surgeon, they sit perfectly.

“Goddamn.” Khaos’ hand comes to one, his mouth to the other. I bury my fingers in his hair, my head falling back until my long hair grazes against the edge of my tailbone and I lower myself down to straddle his hips.

“You’re cute.” I ruffle his hair, and he tilts his head up at me, flashing a bright smile. I step back out of his grip, staring over my shoulder at Wicked. Sloane is on her knees in front of him, his hand buried in her hair but his focus is on me. I turn back to Khaos. “But you’re simply not going to work.” Scooping up my dress, I quickly try to make my way out of the booth, only Wicked’s arm flies out against the clear glass. I trace his tattoos with my eyes until they land on his. Fire courses through my veins at how he stares back at me.

“Where you going?”

“To find someone else to fuck.” Casting a quick glance down to the floor. “Enjoy…”