Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(63)

War looked over at her as he dropped down onto one of the couches, pulling me down to sit beside him. I tried to sit with a little space between us, but the couches were old, and War and I sank in together, our thighs pressing against each other.

He paused, eyeing her with a beer bottle halfway to his mouth. “I got a bone to pick with you, sunshine.”

Rebel grinned at him. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I hear you been talking about the club outside the club.”

She shrugged, giving him a cheeky grin. “What is this, Fight Club? First rule of Fight Club—”

“You know the rules.”

She sighed. “All I said to Bliss was that Axel hung out here sometimes. That’s it. I didn’t share any state secrets.”

“That’s only ‘cause you don’t know any.”

“True.”

He pointed the beer bottle at her. “You know there’s punishments for breaking rules around here.”

A flicker of worry lit up inside me. “She really didn’t tell me anything.”

But Rebel reached over and patted my arm. “Don’t worry. It’s fine. I knew the rules and I broke them.”

War finally took a sip of his beer. “I told Bliss here I was gonna spank your ass.”

Rebel let out a laugh. “Did you just? Not sure if that really counts as a punishment…”

Heat flushed my face.

“But now that Bliss is here, I ain’t gonna be the one who does it. One of you other assholes is gonna have to step up.”

There was a chorus of volunteers from the guys.

Rebel sniggered. “You’re all a bunch of pervs.”

“Ain’t none of you touching her but me,” Fang growled from the doorway.

I hadn’t even seen him arrive at the party. For a huge man, he moved incredibly quietly.

War seemed surprised but nodded at him. “Fang has spoken, so unless any of you idiots are stupid enough to challenge him, looks like Fang gets the privilege of tanning our little friend’s behind.”

Fang moved through the room at what felt like a glacial pace, towering over every other man and woman. He sat on the couch opposite us and motioned for Rebel.

I gaped. “Wait. You were joking, right? He’s not really going to spank her, is he?”

War leaned in, his mouth at my ear. “Yeah, baby girl. He is. But don’t fret. I chose this punishment because I knew she’d like it. I’m well aware of Rebel’s kinks.”

“Because you…”

“Nah. I never went there. But you get to know what people like pretty quick when you hang out at sex parties with them. Watch.”

Fang rubbed his hands over his thighs as Rebel practically skipped over to stand in front of him. She didn’t seem to care at all that there was an entire room full of people about to watch him degrade her like this. I was half appalled with myself for just sitting there, and yet Rebel didn’t look bothered at all. In fact, her chest rose and fell so rapidly she was almost panting.

“Get your pretty little ass across my lap.”

Rebel giggled and lowered herself over his legs so her leather-skirt-covered ass was in the air and her face was pointed to the floor. “Spank me, Daddy,” she said in a fake, high-pitched voice that had everyone laughing.

Everyone except Fang.

He lifted her skirt, exposing her almost bare ass to the room. She only wore a tiny pink thong beneath it, and the men erupted in cheers at the sight of it nestled between her cheeks.

Fang’s big hands trailed up the backs of her thighs and then beneath the hot-pink fabric. In one quick motion, he tore it.

“Fang! I fucking liked those panties!” Rebel struggled on his lap, trying to slap her palms across his chest.

He pinned her down. “Stop fucking moving.” His palm cracked across her backside.

Another cheer went up from the room.

Rebel stopped moving and let out a moan.

Fang’s hand rubbed over the instant red mark, soothing away the sting, before he did it again.

Rebel’s moan was almost orgasmic.

I stared at the expression on her face while Fang massaged the globes of her ass, his fingers slipping between her thighs to touch her exposed pussy.

War laughed. “All right, all right, you two. Take it somewhere private. This isn’t party night at Psychos.”

Fang stood, picking up Rebel in his arms like she weighed nothing. His huge erection strained behind his jeans, and Rebel scrambled to wrap her arms and legs around him like she was climbing a tree. He gripped her bare ass, supporting her weight, and stormed through the party, kissing her deeply as he searched for an empty bedroom. Down the hall, a door banged, and Rebel’s moans were drowned out by the conversation starting up again.

I didn’t even know what to say. I’d never seen anything like that before, and I wasn’t sure if I was completely appalled, embarrassed, or so incredibly turned on I was thinking about breaking a rule if that was how the punishments went.

I’d never had a man spank me.

But Rebel had looked like she was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Did you like that, baby girl?”

There was already a warm buzz building inside me from our first round of shots and the beer I’d mostly chugged. I didn’t drink much so I knew it was all going to my head, but after that little show, I needed more. “I think I need another drink.”