Page 19 of Lethal

As if he knows exactly what I need, which isn’t out of the realm of possibility with how much time he’s spent exploring my body, his hands reach around and cup my breasts. His thumbs instantly swipe across my aching buds before he works at pinching them between his fingers. He plucks, twists, and pinches the peaked tips, teasing them into a frenzy.

All the while, Cole’s gaze remains steadfast on what he’s doing. The weight of his stare isn’t the only one I feel caressing my body. Vander and Jasper are enjoying the show as well, waiting for their turn to fuck me.

Wanting a glimpse of them, I turn my head, but before I can get a peek, Grayson captures my lips in a kiss. It’s soft and sensual at first, before becoming hard and demanding. His hand slides up my chest until he’s cupping my jaw, holding me in place, angling my head exactly where he wants it.

“You ready for me?” he asks, nipping at my bottom lip.

I’m breathless from our kiss, and beyond ready for him to sink into me. I’ve been ready since the pool, aching for one of my men to take care of me, and barely resisting taking a moment to do it myself. Being constantly surrounded by powerful, dangerous, immeasurably handsome men wreaks havoc on a woman’s libido.

“Yes.” A moan slips out with the word, like a betrayal from my body. It’s giving away how much I need to be fucked right now. My coy games won’t work with my men anymore, anyway. They know. There’s no hiding my desire from them.

“You going to be my good girl? Follow my every command?” The huskiness of his voice creates a visceral reaction. My back arches as my panties flood. What is it about that phrase that immediately makes me want to do whatever he asks?

“Anything you say, Grayson.” I’m so damn grateful that he’s not the pathetic fool I first slept with. His dominant side is everything I ever wanted and then some. It’s the perfect accompaniment to my other men.

“Good,” he grumbles in my ear. One of his hands reaches back and a second later reappears in between Cole and me with a knife in his palm. I recognize it immediately as Vander’s. “Take this and cut his shirt free,” Grayson orders.

I gladly take the knife from him, and being the sadistic bitch I am, I can’t help but run the blade across Cole’s cheek before dragging the tip down his neck to his collarbone. The threat of being cut seems to turn him on even more, but I won’t draw blood. That’s mine and Vander’s thing. I think Cole simply enjoys the possibility of danger.

The blade cuts through his shirt like butter, the fabric splaying open revealing his chiseled chest and lickable abs. I use the sharp tip to split open his sleeves, allowing his shirt to come completely free of his body, and once I’m done, I pause to wait for my next order.

“Now brace yourself using his chest.” I drop the knife on the couch cushion next to us and follow Grayson’s directions. I slide my hands along his torso, starting at his abs, enjoying every bump and ridge before bracing myself with Cole’s pecs. “Hmm… this doesn’t seem like enough. Maybe you should hold the knife to his neck, little devil, and pray you don’t cut him as I slam into you.”

My cunt clenches. Ninety percent of the time, Grayson is the golden angel on my shoulder. But that other ten percent… when his darkness peeks out for a little fun. Fuck, it’s like a hit of pure ecstasy.

Palming the knife once more, I hold the sharp edge against Cole’s neck as Grayson reaches between my legs. His fingers hook onto my panties, pulling them to the side, exposing me to the cool air. He kneels behind me, eye level with my pussy. “So fucking wet. You’re dripping,” he groans. “Stand up and arch your back. I want the others to see how wet you are for us.”

I move to stand instead of straddling Cole, and arch like he asked, spreading my legs to make sure they get a good view of me. Two of Grayson’s fingers slide through the pool of slick, gathering the wetness on his digits, and spreading me open even more. Appreciative groans sound from Jasper and Vander.

Knowing I’m on display for them, that their attention remains transfixed on me, turns me on even more. I suck in a sharp breath, my gaze locking on Cole’s. He stares back, his eyes saying so much as he remains silent. There’s lust there, but possession too. He owns a part of me, and with a simple look, he tells me as much. It’s almost as if he’s touching me the same as Grayson is.

Grayson stands and leans over my back, trailing his nose along my neck before nuzzling my cheek. His wet fingers trace across my lips, painting them with my essence. “Kiss him.”

Something about my former fiancé commanding me to kiss my stalker with pussy juice on my lips is hot as fuck. It almost rivals Vander feeding me his cum. Almost…

Cole gives me his panty ruining smirk and closes the few inches between us before I can. He licks my lips like he can’t wait to taste me, moaning with the first burst of my flavor. As we kiss, I can taste myself on him, his hunger more than evident in the way he nibbles at my lips. After a moment, Grayson mumbles, “That’s enough,” and he grasps my chin, turning my head so he can take his turn.

The taste of them both consumes me, a haze descending where all I want is to fuck and revel in the feel of them. I get lost in the kiss, wondering if he’ll direct one of the others to take a turn. Passing me from one to the next. Why haven’t we done this before?

When we break apart, the sound of Grayson’s zipper being lowered is followed by the warm press of his dick against my entrance as he lines himself up. “Fuck me already, damn it.” The teasing is supposed to be directed toward Cole, not me.

“Hold up,” Vander suddenly intrudes, breaking through the bubble I find myself in. Son of a bitch. I hang my head low, letting it rest on Cole’s shoulder, where he leans his head against mine in a sweet gesture I’m not used to.

Grayson’s hand glides along my spine, rubbing my back. “What’s up?” He gives Vander the go ahead to cut in, fully committing to sharing me with no objections.

“If she’s going to hold a knife to his neck, you need to give him the full experience. Isn’t that right, Reginetta?“ Vander’s hand slides along my arm until he reaches the knife. Instead of taking it from my grasp, he wraps his hand around mine and guides it from Cole’s neck to my pussy.

Before the cold blade touches me, Vander twists it in my hold, making sure the blunt edge is facing up, then he guides it between my lips. The frigid metal kisses my clit, Vander guiding the movement so it’s a mere teasing brush back and forth.

The last time he did this, I had no idea who it was, and he forced me to hold my hands to the wall. This time, holding the hilt myself feels even more depraved. I never would’ve thought in my wildest fantasies that I would use a knife to get off. But here I am, not only enjoying it but relishing the reaction of my men.

Cole’s gaze burns through me, focusing on the blade as his cock jumps against the seam of his pants. I wish I had cut his pants off… I want to watch his girthy, pierced length weep with his need for me. To watch it unobstructed as it gives away which things turn him on.

“Fuck,” Grayson groans, fisting his cock and running a thumb in circles around the head. While reaching for my breast with his other hand, teasing my nipple with such a soft touch compared to all the hardness everywhere else on my body.

Jasper moves to the couch next to us and fists my hair in his hand, jerking my head to the side so he can kiss me. The movement runs through my entire body, forcing my hips to thrust forward. The hard metal bites into my clit, making my heart pound expecting the pain of being cut to pulse through the sensitive area.

I’m not able to breathe again for a couple of minutes, not until the adrenaline calms from thinking I might have cut myself. That and Jasper doesn’t let up from our kiss, demanding my attention while my men touch me.

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