Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #3)(49)

His flint-like eyes spark with interest, and I know before he says a single word or makes a single move what his purpose is for bringing me in here. My breath hitches as Vic and I stare each other down, my gaze sweeping his muscular arms and their blanket of ink, trailing down his long legs to his boots. When I lift my attention to his face, he pushes back his dark purple hair and smirks at me.

I’m sure he can tell by the look I give him that I know what he’s up to; he isn’t a very subtle motherfucker, now is he?

Vic doesn’t waste any time in undoing his pants.

“Victor Channing,” I warn when he starts stalking toward me. He grins and pulls the cigarette from his lips with two fingers, offering it up to me. “What are we doing in here?” I don’t need to ask, but it’s all part of the game, now isn’t it?

“Quick fuck before we go,” he assures me. “Super quick.” He pauses for a moment and looks me over again, like he’s considering something. “You taking those birth control pills that Oscar gave you?”

I glare at him.

“Is it your business?” I query back, and he grins at me in just such a way that I lose my mental faculties for a moment. “Just because you’re my husband—”

“Maybe I deserve to know because I’m your boss?” he presses, watching me inhale two lungfuls of nicotine before I pass the cigarette back.

“You’d love it if I weren’t taking those pills.”

Victor smokes the cigarette for a moment, the button on his pants undone, but the zipper still up. He thinks for a minute and then shrugs.

“I mean, not gonna lie about that.” He looks me straight in the face and smiles like the asshole he is. “You know I’m just dying to get you pregnant.” Victor flicks the cigarette into a metal ashtray and closes the distance between us, slamming his palms on the wall on either side of me. “But I really don’t want any other acronym in our name taking what’s rightfully mine.”

“What are you talking about?” I stammer, feeling my body flush with righteous anger. I wonder if Victor knows that Hael and I jacked-off together? I should probably tell him, if not. “Don’t be such a dick all the time; you get more flies with honey.”

“You knew I was piss and vinegar when you married me, Bernie.” Victor puts his big palm on my waist and yanks me close to him. I can feel his cock, straining against his pants, nice and thick and ready for me. “And I’m not budging on this shit. I get the first baby.”

“Jesus Christ, Victor,” I growl, but when I go to slap him, he snatches my wrist and slams my hand into the wall just hard enough to make me cry out. He looks fucking feral right now. His eyes blaze with possessive need when he looks down at me as I struggle to extract my hand from his grip. Holy shit, his grip strength is off the charts. “I don’t want any kids right now; I have Heather to think about. Shit, until recently, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to live to see my twenties, let alone any decade beyond that. Don’t ask me to think about babies right now.”

“So, yes on the pills?” he clarifies, grabbing my other arm when I try to shove him back and pinning that, too. “Look me in the face, Bernadette, and tell me you’ve been taking the pills.”

“I’ve been taking them!” I scream in his face, my breathing hard and fast. I am pissed now. If Vic wanted me worked up for the drive-by, well, he’s succeeded. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business; it’s my body. I choose what I grow in it and when and how and if.”

“Maybe,” Victor says, which seriously makes me want to strangle him, “but in any good wolf pack, the female watches the females; the male watches the males. I won’t allow any of the males in my pack to give you a baby until I’ve done it. Do you hear me?”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” My lip curls up in a snarl as Victor releases me, and I slap him in the face. He rubs his hand over his cheek and grins. “By the way, I respected your wishes at the beach, and I didn’t technically fuck anyone else. Hael and I did, however, masturbate in that fucking Ferrari together. And I don’t regret a second of my hard-won orgasm.” Victor’s teeth clench together, and he looks at me like he reciprocates my feelings of rage. Tit for tat, baby. “And oh god, was it good.” I rub my palm down the front of my body, cupping my pussy through the leather pants and giving my kitty-cat a squeeze. “I came so fucking hard, made that pretty leather seat all wet.”

Victor grabs me by the wrists again and yanks me into him, seething with a hot, unruly rage.

“I’m either going to fuck you right now, or I’m going to kill Hael. You pick.”

“Where’s my crown, Vic? You promised me that. I’m your queen, remember? Start treating me like one.”

“Oh, wife, you have no idea how good I’m gonna give it to you,” he growls back at me, pulling me forward and shoving me over the desk. I can’t hold back my groan as he cups my pussy from behind and squeezes it so hard that I end up wiggling against him. “You want me to treat you like a queen?” he asks, giving a sarcastic laugh. “Well, I’m about to make you come so hard you forget your own fucking name.” I can hear Victor unzip his jeans, and I curl my fingers against the sides of the desk in anticipation. “Hold still,” he commands, voice darkening.