Page 63 of Reckless Vengeance

“The biggest,” he grinned, watching as I got into the car and locked myself inside, Tyler giving me a dirty look.

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing, he’s just being an asshole,” I answered, making sure to almost run Marco over as I reversed out, hearing his laughter as I sped off.

“I hate that guy,” Tyler grumbled, flexing his knuckles.

“Me too.”

“He wants to fuck you so bad. It’s almost amusing watching him try,” he joked, a chuckle leaving me.

“I think I have enough guys in my life to fuck. Speaking of, how about we fuck all over your house when we get back?”

“I love you,” he groaned, leaning closer to kiss my neck.

My ear still burned from Marco’s teeth, but I forgot all about it as Tyler slipped a hand up my dress to get me off.

We were just about to pass the turn off to the Shed when I spotted Skeeter’s McLaren parked on the side of the road, and I considered speeding past him when I noticed him leaning against the side of it with his arms crossed.

“Fucking Marco,” I grunted, slowing and stopping behind the parked car and putting my headlights on low beam as Tyler removed his hand from my panties.

I’d been so close to coming too.

“Where have you been?” Skeeter asked flatly as I opened the door to get out, glaring at him.

“A party, but the place was riddled with vermin, so we left.”

“You mean the vermin sent you packing?” he asked sarcastically, pushing off the car to walk towards me.

“Did the vermin mention he tried giving us pills and only sent us packing when he didn’t get his way?” I scoffed, his eyes roaming my outfit and making his jaw clench.

“You shouldn’t be at parties like that right now. What are you wearing?”

“A dress. Want to fuck me in it? Ty was just about to get me off when⁠—”

He slammed me against the car, his face in mine and his hand around my throat.

“Don’t fuck with me, Aurora. Not today.”

I laughed, the sound a little manic.

“You don’t want me to fuck with you? Why? Have a hard day of being allowed to attend a fucking funeral?”

“You haven’t even gone to see him!”

“How the fuck would you know?”

“Because I sat there all damn day in case you needed me,” he growled, his hand tightening.

“Want a fucking medal? Good for you, you did something decent for once in your life.”

He snarled like an animal, his free hand pulling his cock free before he pushed my dress up over my hips. I swung at his head but he didn’t react, pushing my panties aside, lifting my leg, and slamming his cock deep into my pussy.

I screamed, smacking him again as he fucked me hard against the car. It hurt, but it was obvious this wasn’t for me. He was breathing hard, using me as he wanted, and then I saw a single tear fall and I stopped fighting him.

It took me by surprise, Skeeter usually had his shit together, but guilt hit me at knowing he’d probably needed me today and he’d really wanted me at the funeral for his sake too.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him, his thrusts slowing and becoming more controlled as he kissed me back desperately.