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He tucks himself back into his pants as he slides off the bed. “Now our pretty little Vixen has my cum like she wants.” Not bothering to buckle the belt, he grabs his gloves and walks from the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

My fingers unfurl and I raise up on one elbow, looking down at the mess he left on me. With one finger, I touch the wet heat on my clit and groan, letting my legs fall open. I do it again, closing my eyes, picturing him kneeling before me, stroking himself. When I slip my fingers covered in his cum into me, I don’t care the others may be watching.

In fact, I think I may like it.

Chapter 10

Striker

My cock’s so hard,but if I try to readjust myself, they both will notice.

On the screen in front of us, Viper throws his head back, hips thrusting, stroking his cock as he comes all over Cora’s prefect bare pussy. Her words ring in the room like the echo of a bell.

Watch your ass get taken.

My cock jerks and I shift uncomfortably. I didn’t touch her that night. My sole focus was on our Princess, but I’d love to now. Rub my face all over her slick pussy, even with Viper’s cum sticking to her.

With Breaker in her ass.

Or maybe in Viper’s.

I might like that idea more than I want to admit.

To my right, Breaker groans and grips the hard length of his dick through the material of his pants. For a second, my mind fills with the image of his long, deft fingers slipping downmy abs to grip me just as hard. His pale eyes move to me and I look away, trying to blink away the image.

He has never hid his excitement at the sight of Viper with a woman. They don’t hide their attraction the nights we share a pretty cunt. And the night with our Princess and Little Flower has left us all in a strange place. Being so close to them, wanting to touch them, fuck them, taste them, has been fucking torture.

As the day’s progress, I think we’ve all been aware of what we’re doing. Watching them too much. Thinking about them too much. Talking about them constantly.

With Viper and Breaker sitting with Cora for several hours a day, this was bound to happen. I don’t think it’s a surprise it was Viper. His lack of control is part of who he is.

“Jesus,” Reaper says, watching with us as Viper walks from the room and Cora slips her fingers between her thighs. “She may very well…” his voice trails off when he looks at me. Something about my expression makes his lip curl upward at the corner.

He didn’t need to finish his sentence.She may very well ruin us.I agree wholeheartedly.

I drag my gaze from him back to the screen, trying to ignore the heated energy coming from Breaker next to me and the knowing look from Reaper.

“Is she…?” Breaker asks, his breath huffing out. My gaze darts to him, only to find him squeezing his cock again. He glances my way and catches my laser sharp focus on his hand. Our eyes meet and I look away.

Again.

Her quiet moan fills the room and we all watch as she fucks herself with cum soaked fingers. We should probably look away but…

“Fuck, she’s so beautiful,” Breaker says. “She knows we’re watching.”

“She does,” Reaper agrees, leaning back in his chair as he watches her. “And she likes the thought.”

Another delicate moan fills the room. I can’t rip my eyes off her. The way her breasts move under her pretty floral dress as she slips her fingers in and out. Her other hand moving from her clit up to her breasts, squeezing her nipples through the material and then back down again to slide over her clit. The way her silky hair fans across the bed, a slash of vibrant red over the white covers. How her creamy thighs spread wider as she gets closer to her release and her head tilts back.

“Oh, shit.” Viper’s voice cuts through the room and I turn long enough to see him leaning against the door frame, his pants and belt still undone. He must have run to get back here so fast. “What a naughty thing she is.”

“What was that about, Viper?” Reaper asks, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“A reminder,” Viper says. “That she wants us.”

Her soft cry shivers through the room as she comes undone, legs curling around her hands. As her orgasm fades, her thighs part and splay open. She lies on the bed, her arms sprawled at the side as she stares at the ceiling, unmoving.

“She doesn’t need a reminder,” Reaper says, leaning forward, his dark eyes moving between the two women on different screens. “What she needs is a little more fear and less spitfire.”

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