Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #3)(87)

“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble, but my cheeks are flushed anyway as I spank him the remaining eight times, ignoring his groaning and murmured come-ons. Oscar stays quiet, watching the two of us with an inscrutable expression while Aaron frowns, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“This is the dumbest shit …” he murmurs, but he doesn’t try to stop it.

“Good boy,” Victor says, and Hael tosses him a look filled with contempt. He does what Vic says because he loves him, and he respects him, but he really doesn’t like being talked to like that. “Now, Bernie, pants down.” Vic snatches the extra plastic chair from the patio and parks it in the grass, like we’re on display in the moonlight or something. The other four boys watch from the porch as Victor sits down and pats his lap. “Bend over and let’s see that ass.”

“I fucking hate you,” I growl out, feeling my body ripple with rage. I’m extra pissed off because there’s a tiny little simmer inside my belly that likes the idea of Vic spanking me in front of the other boys. The idea of my ass being bare with all five of them around. The possibility that at some point, we could all be naked together …

“Hate me while you’re taking your punishment, your majesty,” Victor says, patting his lap again. “Come on now, wife.”

I grit my teeth and clench my hands into fists, but I’m going to do it, if only to prove that I’m willing to take my punishment like anybody else. I know for a fact that part of Hael’s punishment was that Brittany called Havoc, that he had to get his ass kicked by a fucking cop. Oscar would not have allowed him to do that before the DNA test results unless he intended on Hael taking a beating.

Everything this group does is calculated.

Including this.

I move over to Vic, shoving my pj pants down my hips and revealing my lily-white ass to the moonlight. Victor makes a sound of dark appreciation in his throat and then pulls me down so that I’m draped over his knees.

Unstoppable rage fills me, and I have to close my eyes to keep from freaking the fuck out. This is not my thing. What happened today with Oscar is not my thing. What is happening to me? You’re letting your guard down, Bernie. Also, you’re a slutty little perv, just like the rest of the assholes in this family.

“Mm-mm-mm,” Victor purrs, rubbing my ass with his hand and then squeezing the soft flesh with strong fingers. He smacks me hard, and I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds. “Look at that ass, Mrs. Channing. Shit, what an amazing idea for a punishment, if I do say so myself.”

“Eat shit,” I grumble, but I keep my gaze focused on the grass, trying to ignore the five sets of eyes that are on me while I’m bent over and vulnerable. I will not soon forget the feeling of being watched by all of them at once. Even bent over like this, I’m commanding their attention because, let’s be honest: it isn’t Victor that they’re all staring at with feral expressions.

“Are you just going to sit there or are you going to spank her?” Aaron snaps, and Vic pauses with his hand poised in the air above my cheeks. I can’t exactly see what he’s doing, but there’s a long pause before his hand comes down and cracks me across the ass a second time. “Jesus.”

“Aaron, you need to learn to relax a little,” Vic purrs, slicking a single finger along my wet folds before he spanks me again. “Bernie broke the rules; Bernie is being punished.”

“I still don’t see why you get to do all ten spankings,” Hael grumbles, his voice colored with lust. I can just imagine him cupping his hard cock through his boxers as he watches.

“Because I.” Victor slaps my ass. “Am.” Another. “The.” Spank. “Boss.” He pauses there to chuckle while I struggle to catch my breath, digging my fingers into the moist dirt of the lawn. Knowing they’re all looking at me, that they’re all turned on, and that I’m the only girl that can fulfill their needs … all of that helps temper some of the rage I’m feeling right now. “Six down, four to go. How ya feeling, Bernadette?”

“Can we just get this over with?” I snarl. Each second that passes while I’m bent over his lap is agony. And if he thinks he’s getting anything beyond this, he’s got a surprise in store.

“I want to savor this moment,” Vic replies easily, and I can just imagine him staring Aaron down from across the lawn.

“Wait, did you stop filming?” Hael asks, clearly talking to Callum. I don’t hear his response because Vic chooses that moment to spank me a seventh time, smoothing his hand over the burning flesh of my ass. He’s putting a lot of force into it, so that each impact of his palm on my cheeks walks that fine line between pain and pleasure.

“After this, Bernie …” Vic starts, but I just wiggle in response, and he can’t help himself. He finishes spanking me, and then laughs as I struggle violently to my feet, backing away from him and yanking my pajama pants up. If only the neighbors had seen … I mean, Aaron’s next-door neighbors already think we’re weird enough. Wouldn’t this just top their suburban sundae?

I turn around to find all five men fixated on me. Even Oscar doesn’t do much to hide his expression. They each think they’re getting something, but I’m not sure they’re ready for a group session just yet. They all look at me like maybe I’ll choose them for the night.