“I'm a Havoc Girl,” I gasp out, because that's what he asked of me. That was the price. But it feels like now, in his shadowed gaze, he's asking me for so much more.

“You're my fucking girl,” he says, climbing on the bed as I scoot back until my back is pressed into the mountain of pillows next to the headboard. There's the lingering scent of Hael's coconut oil mixed with the skunk-y smell of weed, but … when I really inhale, all I smell all over this bed is Vic's musk and amber scent.

“This is your bed when you're here?” I ask, but he's not letting me get away that easily, climbing over me, his knees on either side of my thighs, his hands on either side of my chest, palms pressed into the mattress. Our faces are now only a hair's-breadth apart.

“Bernadette,” Vic says, his warm breath tracing over my lips. My scalp is sore, and I can already tell I'm going to be bruised in the morning. “You go out of your way to piss me off, don't you?”

“I didn't fuck Hael to piss you off,” I say, holding his stare, my heart thundering like crazy in my chest. But then I hesitate. “When you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth.” “Not this time,” I correct. “And not in the principal’s office. Only … the first time.”

Vic's sharp mouth curves into a grin, flashing white teeth in the dark.

“I'm going to devour you, Bernadette Blackbird,” he says, and then he pushes back, grabbing my knees and opening my legs to him. I'm powerless at that point to resist; my entire body is in flames, and I need something to douse that heat.

My head falls back into the pillows as Vic puts his lips between my thighs, tasting my desire with a long, hot flick of his tongue. He pleasures me with reckless abandon, no pretense of niceties, just a firm hand on either side of my hips. He isn't worried about getting messy as he takes over my body and I dig my fingers into his dark hair.

I'm too conscious of the sounds escaping my throat, and it's holding me back. Vic seems to sense that, chuckling and raising his face up to stare at me through the dark.

“None of the kids can hear us in here, babe,” he repeats, and I wonder if he's mocking me for calling Hael babe earlier. “I promise you that. They're all upstairs, I'm sure, tucked away, snug as bugs in rugs.”

“That doesn't mean Hael or—”

Vic drops his face back down, capturing my clit gently between his teeth and then sucking on it. At the same time, he drives two fingers into me, and I feel that pesky climax unwrapping again. Energy bursts through me as I struggle against Vic's grip, another cry escaping my bruised lips as my body collapses back into the bed, the surge of adrenaline fading to a soft relaxation.

I've barely caught my breath before he's climbing over me again.

“Vic,” I say, but he captures the side of my face in his hand and kisses me, the taste of my body on his lips. As soon as his mouth touches mine, I'm falling, deeper and deeper into him. Even though I know I shouldn't. Even though he was once the monster in my dark.

Before I can think better of it, my legs are wrapping around him, pulling him close. He reaches between us and guides his bare cock into me, never breaking our kiss.

We begin to move together, me lifting my hips to meet his, him thrusting with deep, slow undulations, his hard body rubbing my clit with each movement. Our tongues slide together in a similar dance, tasting, thrusting, withdrawing. It's all friction and heat and hands. I dig my nails into Vic's back and drag them down his skin, making him groan, marking him. He returns the favor by putting his mouth to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. But it just feels so damn good.

“I'm going to mark every inch of this body, Bernadette,” he whispers, making me shiver.

Vic fucks me until my body begins to pulse yet again, and then he rolls us over so that I'm on top, putting his hands on my hips and digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. “Ride me hard,” he commands, and I do.

My hips rock back and forth in a frantic rhythm as I throw my hair back, my nails digging into his chest. Vic reaches up, threading his fingers in my hair and then pulling me down. He kisses me hard, biting my lower lip as I work my body against his, feeling his pulse pick up, his muscles tense.

I think about rolling off of him and finding another condom, but when I start to leave, he grabs my hips and holds me there, thrusting his hips up off the bed until I'm groaning and moving again. My body works to pleasure us both, drawing another climax up and out of him, until he's coming hard inside of me, the sound that escapes his throat filling the quiet room.

We're both left panting, me lying on top of him, my head buried in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. One of his hands strokes down my back, almost soothingly, until he cracks it across my ass.

I lift up my head, determined to at least chew him out for that move, but he grabs me by the back of my head and kisses me again, like he can't get enough, like it'll never be e-fucking-nough.

Vic slaps his hand against my ass again, and then pushes me over, kissing his way across my sweaty, naked body. His fingers slip inside of me again, working me up into another frenzy.

“It's not fair. I can't do this anymore,” I whisper, wondering if I'm going to survive the night in here with him. Or … if I should leave? But he just laughs at me and keeps going until I'm coming again, drenching his hand and biting down so hard on his chest that I draw blood.

“Are you marking me, too, Bernie?” he taunts, looking down at me through the shadows. I put my hand over the mark I've just made, but I don't know how to answer his question. What am I doing?

“I should go,” I start, but Vic just shakes his head and leans down, putting his lips near my ear again.

“Did you think I was joking, Bernadette? You're my girl, and you're sleeping in my bed tonight.”

And then he mounts me again, and I'm lost to oblivion.

Victor Channing has some serious fucking stamina.

I wake up with Vic's heavy arm around my waist, his body curled up against mine. His bare skin is hot, his heartbeat thumping against my back. What the actual fuck? I think, looking out of a pair of sliding glass doors into the backyard. With him touching me like this, I feel like I'm falling to pieces. The numbness inside of me is stripped away with every breath he exhales, tickling my pink hair against my shoulder.

“I have to pee,” I whisper, pushing his arm off. When I glance back at his face, I can see that he's still asleep. And he's so much cuter this way, too, none of those asshole vibes radiating off of him.

The only usable bathroom in the house now is the one upstairs, so I slip into my panties and Vic's discarded shirt, and make a run for it. Of course, when I get there and slip into the bathroom, it's all fogged up with steam.

“Shit,” I curse just before Aaron peeks out the curtain and sees me standing there. He sighs.

“You can come in,” he says. “I won't look.”

The curtain's tugged into place as I bite my lip and decide I just can't hold it. Cursing, I sit on the toilet and try to pee without thinking about the thin sheet of plastic separating Aaron's warm, tattooed body from mine.

What the hell did I do last night? I wonder, thinking about Hael's hot hands, and the fury on his face when Vic kicked him out of the room. And Vic … Vic. Fucking Vic. I've never had sex like that before, so completely undone. We only managed to use a condom the first time. The rest … “Goddamn it.”