Page 18 of Lethal

“Shit. Yeah. Thanks,” he replies distractedly. Glancing around himself, he moves the keyboard and stands to make his way to the cockpit.

“Ready?” Jasper coos in my ear. My thighs clench together. In all the time I’ve been with my men, I’ve never fucked them all at once. That’s about to change. I’m fixing to have them all, all of them except Cole. He gets to watch but doesn’t get to have any of the fun.

Grayson stands and goes over to a bag he brought with him, preparing for his role in my master plan. Jasper releases me with a kiss on the back of my head and moves along with Vander to assume their positions.

It’s obvious Cole doesn’t expect anything, but it’s unclear if he simply doesn’t notice or if his mind is too preoccupied with his current project. He steps away from the cockpit, and that’s when Jasper and Vander pounce.

They descend on either side of him, grabbing his arms and knocking his feet out from underneath him. They lay him out on the floor, twisting his arms behind him and holding them in place for Grayson to tie up. He wraps the rope around his arms several times, similar to how he tied me. All the while, Cole struggles. He’s simply no match for them.

“What the fuck are you doing, you assholes? Get off me!” he yells. The hold my men have on Cole is so strong, he isn’t able to shake them. Each jerk of his body is fruitless.

Once Grayson has the rope secured, the other two lift him from the ground and place him on the couch. Before he has a chance to move, I straddle his lap. His anger cools slightly the moment his gaze lands on me. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with everything so easily, did you?” I ask sweetly.

He pushes a sigh through his lips; the air blowing out and brushing against mine. “I suppose not,” he admits. “But I hoped you might let it slide.”

“Never.” I run my fingertips across the side of his face, trailing over his jawbone and down his neck. Teasing him with my touch. I tsk, shifting my hips so I’m positioned right over his hardening cock. The reaction is flattering considering he’s tied up, and his arms can’t be comfortable, squished against the couch the way they are.

My hand drifts between us, grabbing his cock through his pants. I run my palm over his length, licking my lips as I feel the balls of his piercings. “I’m not sure what to do with the information that my nerdy, sweet, coffee-loving hacker is actually a bona fide bad boy.”

“Pleasantly surprised, Countess?” he asks, an adorable smirk pulling at his lips. One I’m not sure will last for much longer. His gaze devours me, traveling over my features in a gentle caress I can practically feel.

It’s so odd not hearing his accent. I’ve grown used to the cadence of it, but his natural tone is equally as attractive. Suddenly, though, the use of that nickname makes me raise a questioning brow. “Why do you call me that? I thought it was just an odd British quirk.”

His eyes sparkle at the question, a hint of deviance flashing through them. “The first famous serial killer was a Countess. She killed hundreds.”

“So basically you’ve been calling me a serial killer all this time?” I ask him, shocked by the revelation.

“Pretty much,” he replies smugly.

I turn my attention to Jasper. “Little Bird?”

“A play off Raven,” he instantly answers, expecting the question. Knowing now that he hunted me from the very beginning, his nickname makes even more sense.

My eyes flash to Vander, and he answers me before I even ask. “You know mine is from when you were young.”

Cole thrusts into my hand as I run my thumb over his tip, the fabric between us dulling the sensation for him. It brings my attention back to the moment. “I can’t wait to fuck you, to enjoy these piercings of yours, knowing it’s my dark stalker I’m riding. My Ravenmaster.”

An objecting scoff sounds off to my side, where Jasper is standing. “We’re all Ravenmaster, Little Bird.”

“And I was speaking to all of you.” I glance around, taking them in one at a time, a wide smile on my face at the thought of a gangbang. Of being filled in every hole. “It’ll have to wait for another day, though. Cole doesn’t get to play.”

With my announcement, Cole groans. “Raven, Luv, please don’t. It’s been too long since I’ve had you. You’re being cruel.”

“That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.“ I frown at him and shrug my shoulders in mock sympathy.

Grayson moves to stand behind me. His front heats my back, and his lips brush against my ear. Somehow, I can tell he’s staring at Cole as he speaks. “You seem a little overdressed, seductress. How about I help you fix that?”

His fingertips lightly graze across my skin, running down my arms until he can dip them under my shirt. Goosebumps erupt everywhere he touches, my body reacting to him. In one smooth motion, he lifts it over my head, exposing my lace bra. I’m not even sure why I got dressed, other than to give them the chance to unwrap me. And because I didn’t want to give my plans away to Cole.

“Gorgeous,” Grayson murmurs. His touch follows the lines of my bra, dipping into my cleavage and down my navel until he reaches the button of my pants. Cole’s eyes trace every movement, and he licks his lips like he wants to devour me.

I brace myself on either side of Cole’s head as Grayson helps me out of my jeans. My lips mere centimeters from his; my breath but a promise of a kiss never to come. A tortured groan spills from his parted lips. “Raven, you know you want to have me. Let’s not play these games.”

“Oh, but I do, Cole. I very much do. Now be a good boy and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I might have to ask Jasper to do something about it,” I taunt. As an afterthought, I add, “If you try to force things, I’ll have to extend your torture.”

His jaw clenches, anger flashing in his eyes. He doesn’t like this at all, but that’s kind of the point.

Grayson moves my hair over a shoulder, baring my neck to him. His lips trail soft kisses along the exposed skin before his tongue flicks out and licks my lobe. Shivers travel down my spine, and my nipples pebble, poking at the lace, wanting to get free.

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