Vic is waiting in a chair near the window, the only light in the room from a single lamp on the table beside him. His hair looks more purple than black right now, an aubergine color that really suits the slightly tan color of his skin. His irises are a deep brown, but, like they often do, they seem black.

The knuckles of one tattooed hand are curled against the side of his face while he rubs a thumb along the side of his phone with the other.

“Take a seat on the bed,” he says, and Hael and I exchange a glance.

“What's this all about?” Hael asks, and Vic looks up at him, the anger gone from his face, replaced with something else I can't quite figure out. “What are you doing, bro?”

“Sit down,” Vic repeats, and there's this tense moment there where Hael has to decide what he wants to do: listen to the boss of the Havoc Boys or make a statement. Teeth clenched, Hael sits down on the edge of the bed, and I perch beside him. Victor turns to me.

“Do it,” he commands. He holds up his phone, and I can tell by the light that he’s just started recording. His mouth curves to the side in a cruel smirk. “Fuck my best friend while I watch.”

I glance over at Hael to gauge his reaction and find him with a wicked smile on his face.

Victor is … going to film us. He’s going to watch.

Hael might not get it, but I do.

Victor really is still pissed, even if he doesn't look it.

I turn back toward him, but all he does is lift a dark brow in question. This is another challenge from him.

“Well? You said you wanted this, didn't you, Bernadette? To do your duties? Here's your opportunity. Do you know why we wanted a Havoc Girl in the first place?” Vic is taunting me now, and I can feel my hands curling into tight fists. “Because we didn't want a girl to come between us. So now we're going to share you.”

I open my mouth to say something, but what's the point?

Vic wants to be an asshole? I can be one, too.

Instead of responding the way I want—I'd love to chuck something at his perfect face right now—I turn toward Hael instead, heart thundering.

“Here,” Vic says before I can even get started, chucking some condoms at us that he pulls from his jeans pocket. “Wouldn't want to make the same mistake with Hael that you made with me.”

“Definitely not,” I grind out, snatching one up and turning back to Hael. He's got a cocky smile on his face, like maybe this is all fun and games to him. Fucking is like an Olympic sport to this asshole anyway, so why am I not surprised?

Hael takes the condom and tucks it into his pocket, scooting back on the bed and then pulling me up with him. He rolls us over so that I'm on my back and he's hovering over me, that coconut scent of his enveloping me and mixing with the fresh scent of weed, protecting me from the dark influence of Victor Channing, his voyeuristic ass sitting in the corner.

I should question him, ask him what he's filming us for, but I know he won't post it anywhere. Vic is too selfish for that. This is all for him.

Hael seems to sense that I don't want to be kissed, moving those hot lips of his to my neck. As soon as he makes contact with my throat, I sigh, my back arching up off the bed. His right hand slides up and under my shirt, heating my skin to unbearable temperatures.

He's watching, I remind myself, but that doesn't make the moment less hot. It amps up the tension, and I find myself squirming, wishing Hael would move his hand between my thighs to satisfy that deep ache in my core.

“Not so fast, Blackbird,” he purrs, grabbing my wrist when my fingers drop to the waistband of his jeans. He pins it above my head and runs his hot tongue down the curve of my neck, tasting my pulse. “Vic wants a show, not a sprint. Let's give him a proper performance, shall we?”

My fingers curl in Hael's bloodred hair as he kisses his way down my throat, my fingers teasing over his sweaty neck and down his arms. His muscles are trembling slightly from all the work he put in today, but that just makes it even hotter. I can feel every jump of his pulse when I rest my fingers on the side of his throat.

He moves suddenly, surprising me by biting the hardened point of my nipple through my shirt and drawing a long groan from me. His coconut and leather scent is still there, but it lingers under the heavy, sweet scent of weed.

My fingers tease down Hael's rounded biceps and pick some of the sticky leaves off his skin as he works my breast with his mouth, drawing all that lust and need from my core into my chest. My nipples ache as Hael runs his hand up and under my shirt, palming one of the smooth mounds as he kneads the flesh with strong fingers. My eyes find Victor's, his phone in his right hand while his left sits easily on the arm of the chair.

You want me, I think as Hael lifts my shirt up, uncovering my breasts, and moves back in with that strong, hot mouth of his. And you hate that your best friend's mouth is on my tits. You hate it because you wish it was yours.

My fingers dig into Hael's hair, and I draw his mouth up to mine.

If I kiss him, it'll destroy Vic. He'll snap. I want to see that, what he does when he comes undone. Before I can think too hard about it, I move in and press my lips to Hael's. He's already a step ahead of me, taking over the interaction with the hot, wild heat of his tongue, chasing my own with strong, possessive strokes.

A strange feeling scatters through me, like shooting stars, taking over my whole body as we adjust ourselves, and I end up in his lap. My arms cross together behind Hael's strong neck as I taste the sweat on his lips from a hard day's work.

Shit.

Kissing him is doing all sorts of strange things to me, like I knew I should have never done this in the first place. Kissing someone opens up your soul to theirs, lets you taste their essence in a way that just doesn't come across with sex. And now that I've tasted Hael properly, I sort of … like him?

Victor fades away in my awareness as I grind my hips against the hard bulge in Hael's jeans, and his inked hands drop down to cup my ass. He kneads my flesh as I work my body against his, finding this sweet spot where pleasure teases my clit with every forward thrust. With Hael touching my ass, and his hard, hot body beneath mine, it doesn't take me long to work myself to a climax.

“Oh, yeah, baby, you know where it's at,” Hael growls against my ear as he bites my lower lip and groans as I gasp and shudder in his arms, the violent grinding motion of my hips slowing as that unbearable pleasure unfurls inside of me like a lightning strike. Pretty sure I've soaked my panties and shorts straight through. “Fuck.”

Hael flips me over and then tears my shorts and underwear off, chucking them aside as he leans down to kiss my mouth and struggles with his belt buckle at the same time. I help him free his cock, the long, hard length of him hot and pulsing in my hand. We eat at each other's mouths, totally and completely forgetting that we're being filmed—that we're being watched.

My eyes flick back to find Vic's. His gaze has darkened a dozen shades, turning those dark brown eyes of his into an endless ebon black while his left hand grips his cock in tight fingers. He strokes himself while he watches us, jaw clenched tight, the phone still locked onto our sweaty, tangled bodies.

My fingers tease Hael's dick, my thumb sliding over the bead of pre-cum at the tip and working him until he's panting and thrusting into my hand. He snatches my wrists again and pins both above my head, reaching down to guide the head of his shaft to the molten heat throbbing between my thighs.