Right?
Has to be because I’m always kicking her out of my bed. The last time was a few days ago, and she didn’t even wait for me to tell her she could go. Demi simply got out of bed and walked right out of the bedroom without so much as a ‘Thanks for the fuck’.
This might be what really has me in a foul mood. Since that day, she’s upped her game in wearing anything that’s revealing.
Fuck that. I can use one of the Cumbuckets if need be. At least with them, they know the deal. I don’t give a damn about hearts and roses. That shit ain’t for me the way it is for Scorch. Granted, he lived a decade thinking his wife, Emery, was dead. After hearing the reasons, I still don’t understand why she and her family kept her actually being alive a secret. A manic wanted her.
“I’m good on that one, brothers. She’s not fuckin’ worth the headache,” I mutter, narrowing my eyes and feeling my nostrils flare in anger. Right in front of me, Demi stops and flirts with Lock-Tight.
What the actual fuck?
I’m done with this shit. Scorch wanted to take his family to the beach for the weekend and left me in charge of keeping the insufferable woman out of trouble.
“Twenty bucks he fucks Demi by the end of the day.” I hear Pyro chuckle talking to Frost.
“End of the day? Shit, Py, I give him the next twenty minutes tops before he’s throwing her over his shoulder from the way he’s looking at her,” Frost snorts in response.
Blinking, I shoot a glare at each of them and stand, fuming. “Fuck you both.”
I start to leave the room when Kitty, one of the CB—what we call the Cumbuckets for the most part—steps in front of me and runs her hands along my chest.
“Hey, Bane,” she purrs. “Did you maybe want to have some fun?” she offers, her ample tits nearly spilling out of the top she’s wearing. Hell, I don’t even think it can be classified as a shirt with how much skin she’s showing off. “I could suck your massive cock and help you with some of the tension. You look like you’re stressed.”
The pout she gives is almost comical because she’s trying to be seductive.
“I’m good, Kitty,” I mutter, gripping her wrists, though normally, if I had to choose one of the CB’s, she’s one of the few I keep at the top of the list. Not only does she know how to suck a dick, but she purrs while doing it. She also makes that noise while being fucked and has no problem eating pussy.
“Are you sure?” she asks, sliding her hand down and cupping my cock through my jeans. “I could make it worth your while.”
I open my mouth to say something but shut it the moment I hear her voice.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet? The little boot wants to suck your dick,” Demi says sarcastically with her thick accent.
Damn.
I’ve noticed when she’s annoyed or pissed, her accent thickens.
Kitty drops her hands, placing them on her hips as she glares at Demi. “What did you just call me?”
“What? Little boot? It’s what you are, isn’t it? A bitch? A whore? I mean, you let any man in this room sink into your holes. Shit might as well call you a boat and let them go sailing through the depths of skank seas,” Demi smirks and starts to walk away.
“You bitch. Who the hell do you think you are?” Kitty snaps, not realizing she’s out of her league when it comes to fucking with Demi.
“Oh, I know who I am. I also know what I want,” she says, bringing her gaze to me. “And I sure as hell know what I don’t want. That being someone who can grow a set of balls and not go sinking into skank pussy when it’s not what they really want. It’s only a temporary solution to finding release.” Spinning on her heels, she storms away.
Demi’s words play in my head, sinking in. No, she did not fucking just say that. I don’t know if it’s because I’m blinded by rage or what, but I go after her. The woman has pissed me off for the last time. She’s about to fucking learn a lesson in playing these games of hers.
Marching after her, I grip her arm, whip her around, and throw her over my shoulder. Demi’s about to learn, you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned, or even better yet, get your ass spanked bright red.
Guess Frost is about to win that bet he and Pyro were joking about when I fuck Demi. Then again, none of them know I’ve already been inside her sweet honey. So technically, I fucking win.
CHAPTER TWO
DEMI
“Put me down, asshole,” I scream, hitting Bane’s back. I’m so freaking mad at him, but my body is already anticipating what’s to come.
Bane has a way of irritating the hell out of me without even a word. However, the moment he opens that mouth of his, it’s usually to yell at me. He’s insufferable, but the chemistry between the two of us is electric.
I’ve never been with a man who can make me come the way he does. But any other time than when he’s got his dick inside me, all I want to do is piss him off for being a big, fat, jerk-face.
“Bane, I said put me down.” Hitting his backside, I wish he’d listen to me.
“Not a chance,” he mutters, swatting my ass.
“You did not just smack my ass.” I seethe, slamming my fist into his.
A moment later, I find myself flying backward through the air and landing with a bounce in the middle of his bed. I know it’s his because of how soft it is where mine is way too firm, and I hate it. I’m not about to change it up either since I’m technically a guest here. If not for Emery, I wouldn’t even be allowed to stay in one of the rooms. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to. I only do so because I love being near Emery and my nephew, Stone.
Stone, just like his mom, is lucky to be alive and here today after she’d nearly died. He’s a sweet boy and smart as can be. He’s also the spitting image of his dad, Scorch.
“I’m about to do more than just smack your ass, Duchess,” Bane growls, reaching over his head and bending his arms to grip the shirt before pulling it over his head.
I lick my lips in appreciation of his well-chiseled body. There’s something to be said about the man and those tattoos. I could stare at him all day and never get tired of it, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to bend to his will. Nope, that is definitely not me. I’m not someone who gives in easily.
Lifting up onto my elbows, I use my feet to scoot across the bed. My plan is to roll off the other side and put distance between us. No matter how much my body wants him, he was allowing another woman to touch him.
What do I care? It’s not like he wants me anyway. Well, not me as in my entire being but rather my body.
I go to roll off the bed when Bane snatches hold of my ankle and drags me back to the edge on his side.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demands, quirking a brow in the way I’ve known him to do when he finds something amusing.
“Away from you.” I snark, letting him hear the frustration in my voice. “Now, let go of me, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Not happening, Duchess. You clearly brought this on yourself,” Bane says in a raspy, gruff tone that sends thrilling shivers of anticipation down my spine. Leaning forward, he cages me in, so I’m unable to move with the close proximity his body is to mine. “Think you need a lesson for teasing me the way you’ve been lately.”