Pyro rolls his eyes, walks over to his dresser, and tosses a roll of plastic wrap at me.

“Okay then... point taken.” I toss the box aside, move the sheet, and spread my legs. “Lunch is served, that is, if you’re still hungry,” I say boldly. What can you expect? We’re a complicated pair.

And with a growl, he’s between my legs, sucking on my clit, and working my pu**y with his fingers. Each movement is done with care, like he knows I’m still sore, and that is just another reason this man was put on this earth for women to love.

“Did you know your pu**y lips are shaped like a heart?” he murmurs while he works.

“Huh?” I can’t think nor process words right now. My skin is tingling, my toes are curling, and I’m nearly biting off my own tongue to keep myself from screaming. I finally understand the term ‘tongue f**king’. Because this man is f**king my pu**y so hard with his tongue, I don’t think I ever want to cum. I just want him to keep going.

One more nip of his teeth against my clit and I cum straight all over his face, screaming and kicking about, embarrassed because this has never happened to me before. I’ve always been in control of my own orgasms, but this takes the cake.

“Now, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiles as he climbs up my body towards my mouth. “Now, taste yourself.”

Shit, I’d do anything for this man, so of course, I taste myself all over his tongue.

“You taste like flowers,” he teases me, flicking my nipple with one of his long fingers.

“Not funny.” I warn him.

And in the middle of our playfulness, a hell of a lot of commotion starts in the common room and breaks the spell.

“Babe, get dressed.”

So, now I’m back to babe.

Chapter Six

The entire club is scattered and running around in different directions. My heart races in my chest as the words that everyone keeps spouting off sink into my brain. Winter is gone. She has been kidnapped. I let this happen. I allowed my lust for Pyro to bring us here. Bring us to this place. Oh god! What the f**k did I do? Braxxon screams for everyone to get the f**k out of his sight, but my feet are frozen to this spot. Tears stream down my face as the situation works itself through the fog in my head.

My best friend is gone.

Oh god! Oh god!

“Lana, f**king go!” Braxxon screams at me.

I can’t even be mad at him for screaming at me. Because deep down, I know Braxxon is f**king freaking like I am that Winter is gone.

She is f**king gone!

Pyro runs his fingers through my hair to gain my attention. I look up at him through my blurry eyes. He lowers his head down to whisper in my ear.

“We’ll get her back, babe, but I can’t focus if I think you’re gonna run out and do something stupid. Just go back to my room and wait. That’s all you can do. Just wait. If I know you’re here safe, I’ll be able to focus on helping him bring her back, yeah?”

This can’t be happening. It just can’t. This is all my fault. I nod at Pyro and head back to his room. If she doesn’t make it back, I don’t know what I will do with myself.

What did I do? What the f**k did I do?

I cannot stand these thoughts, the ones where I wonder what is happening to my best friend right now. It is all too much. This is all too much. How could I let this happen? I am such a selfish bitch. I just had to have him, didn’t I? And it has cost me the one person besides my sister that I love. I will never forgive myself for this. Never. I can’t breathe. My chest heaves up and down, trying to suck the air in, but still nothing comes through, and I find myself begging for it to be over with. This pain. I deserve it. I deserve it all. This harsh fire burning its way through my windpipes, I deserve it.

Oh god!

I can’t help it, but I beat myself up over this. Regardless of what anyone else thinks, this is my fault. If I hadn’t been so enamored with f**king Pyro, none of this would have happened. I blame him and I blame myself.

Once Pyro comes in the room to let me know that Winter’s back and already asleep from all the medicine the Doctor gave her, it feels like the weight of a bus is lifted off my chest. When I ask what happened to her and why she needed a doctor, he sits on the edge of the bed, rests his elbows on his knees, and hangs his head. Before he has a chance to finish telling me, I tuck my head between my legs and throw up everywhere. I can’t even look at him. I pack up all my clothes and turn to stare one last time at him.

He pushes his shades to the top of his head and harshly rubs his hands over his face. When his eyes meet mine, it breaks my heart. If I thought I was the only one hurting over this, I was wrong. I see nothing but self-blame in his eyes. They mirror mine.

When Pyro stands, I drop my bags and run towards him. My body collides into his chest and my arms wrap in a tight grip around his waist. His strong arms bind me, and one hand presses my face into his chest. I breathe in the scent of his cut while my heart feels like it is breaking in two.

I can’t take all of these emotions so I use all my strength to pull away from him. His arms drop to his sides while my heart screams at me. It screams that I am making a mistake by pushing this man away. But what does my heart know? It knows nothing. My best friend wouldn’t have been kidnapped and raped if I hadn’t pushed her so that I could have my way with him. I slowly start to back away while Pyro’s eyes never leave mine. Neither of us speaks as I turn around and pick up my bags.

I slowly pull the door closed behind me and force my feet to carry me to the slam room. Once I’m there, I shut the door and drop my bags to the floor by the dresser. My eyes sweep the room. For what, I am not sure. The tears start, and sobs rack my entire body. My right hand grabs at my heart, clutching at it in search of relief. The pain of the wound in my shoulder seems tame compared to the feelings coursing through me right now.