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I shot a triumphant look at Fang, who was grinning back at us, and my fingers pulled her panties to the side and touched the bare flesh of her pussy for the first time.

Chapter Thirteen

Darcie

At first, I thought he had touched me by accident, but the moment his fingers slipped into my panties, I knew he had meant every touch.

My head shot up in surprise as he pressed his thumb against my tender flesh. And it took everything I had not to buck against his hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers played over me.

Biting back a moan, I shot a look at the men and women around us. I had been half expecting them to be staring at us, but no one was looking. Not one person had stopped to stare. Even Havoc himself was deep in conversation with Fang. I couldn’t take my eyes from his face, though.

This seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for him. Just how many times had he fingered a girl like this? I shook the thought away. I couldn’t let myself dwell on the past.

We both had a past. I had been his brother’s fiancée only a few days ago. I had shared his bed and…

Any thought left me as one thick finger pushed its way into my body—curling at just the right angle. I couldn’t help it, I whispered with need.

Havoc’s lips tilted upward. A knowing little smile played over his face, but he didn’t turn to me, and he didn’t stop his conversation with Fang.

Fighting the urge to ride against his hand, I buried my face into his neck. His hot skin muffled the raspy sounds I was making as he thrust his fingers in and out of me.

“Ssh.”

I lifted my chin just enough to find him staring at me. His blue eyes were shining.

“I can’t….” I moaned through my clenched teeth as he pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit. “Havoc.” I didn’t even know why I was calling his name. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, and another part, maybe even a bigger part, wanted to beg him to carry on.

He didn’t miss a beat. His lips lowered over my ear, his breath coming in pants. “You like that, don’t you? My fingers inside of you?” He didn’t wait for me to finish. His mouth crashed down on mine. His lips muffling the sounds that were escaping me as he continued to fuck me with his hand.

“Havoc?” Someone called his name. And we both turned our heads in the dark to stare at the heavily muscled man who was standing behind Fang’s chair. There was a knowing look in his eyes.

“Cyber.” Havoc nodded his head. “Have you met my woman Darcie?” His movements didn’t stop. “Darcie, that’s Cyber.” He flashed me a grin. “If he asks you to talk dirty to him, tell him to fuck off. He has a thing about an English accent.”

Several men laughed loudly. It was obviously some kind of inside joke. One that I didn’t get.

“Fuck off.” Cyber bit back with a laugh of his own. “I don’t know what you see in that asshole, Darcie but you can do better.”

“She’s with me for my magic hands.” Havoc’s hand suddenly left me; he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them into his mouth. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

I couldn’t speak; a low growling sound tumbled from my lips. And more laughter filled the air.

“I don’t think she was quite there, brother.” Cyber winked. “Maybe you aren’t so good with your hands after all.”

I giggled as Havoc’s face closed down.

“She knows I’ll make it up to her, right baby?”

I had no idea, really, but if the little taste of what he could do was anything to go by, I was betting he would be more than capable of making it up to me. I nodded, hiding my face back into the crook of his neck. I kissed over the throbbing pulse point, and the hand on my thigh tightened. His cock jumped under my ass. Almost demanding attention.

“Did you want me for something? Or can I get back to enjoying the party?”

He meant enjoying me. I knew that. He didn’t need to say it out loud. Everyone knew what he meant.

“Just needed a quick word with you and Chaos.” Cybers eyes skirted away. “I promise I won’t keep him for too long, Darcie.”

I smiled. They were all treating me like I was someone important. Like I was, in fact, Havoc’s woman. And I kind of liked it.

I felt at home here, as strange as that sounded.