Page 68 of Striker

“You’re lucky Strike here has a good hold on his temper,” Hunter says to Raid.

Viper’s chuckle breaks through the tension as Raid storms from the yard.

Hunter releases me and grips my shoulders, turning me to face him. I suddenly feel more like myself again. That surge of electric rage fleeing me when his midnight eyes fall to my lips.

“I told you I’d take him down,” Hunter says, that smirk returning.

“He fucking nearly cracked your skull,” I snap, my heart picking up pace all over again.

“Sometimes I forget you’re just a boy,” he says, hands slipping up the sides of my neck.

And sometimes I forget he’s supposed to be my brother.

Chapter 27

Striker

They’re teasing us.

They have to be.

“Can you imagine being able to get off like that?” Viper asks, gripping his dick as he leans in and watches the camera. “Consecutively? One right after another?”

I’d feel like we were being invasive, hovering around the monitors with arms crossed, watching them, but they know we can see them. They know we’re keeping tabs on them via the many cameras around the mansion. So right now, they’re both well aware we’re somewhere, watching as Cora spreads Delilah’s legs and slides a finger into our Princess.

For the third time this morning.

They’ve spent most of yesterday and all morning in bed, petting each other. I’m not sure what happened between them last night, but whatever it was has led to this. Maybe acceptance or a way to cope with their situation. Possibly a silent agreement to make us all pay for keeping them hostage. For… God I don’t fucking know what, but if they keep it up, I don’t know howmuch longer Viper is going to last before he stalks in there and demands he be allowed to join them.

Hell, I don’t know how much longerI’mgoing to last before I go in there and force Cora’s face between Delilah’s thighs until she comes all over her mouth the way she should be.

Considering what we’d like to do to them, their little make-out sessions are tame. Kissing, nibbling of hard, rosy nipples. Fingers sliding into each other, rubbing over their pink cunts. It’s innocent and sweet compared to what we’d do to them if we lost control. It wouldn’t be this light petting. No delicate little cries. Delilah loves it rough. Hard. I’ve heard her scream out her release so loud it was like we were tearing apart a wild animal.

Cora’s sweet laugh rings out, bringing me back from that night, as Delilah arches her back, squeezing her eyes closed and comes, gripping Cora’s wrist to make her stop.

“Do you think a man can die from having a constant hard-on?” Viper asks Breaker.

“You got off this morning, asshole,” Breaker says.

“Not with that wet cunt,” Viper says, pointing to the screen. He moans and leans back on his heels.

I glance at Breaker, catching his scowl before it evens out, and he focuses back to the screen. Maybe Breaker helped him.Fuck, that thought makes my dick even harder.

“Seems she’s right,” Reaper says from behind us.

We all turn, stepping away from the screens, guiltily.

“About what?” Viper asks, glancing back at the girls. They’re both up, pulling on dresses and socks.

Reaper enters the room, mask in hand, and leans on the desk, face illuminated by the glow of the monitors. “About you three being perverts.”

“Us?” Viper laughs. He points to the screen. “Those two just performed for us.”

“Wait. Usthree?” Breaker asks, grabbing his mask from the pile on the desk. “You’re worse than the three of us combined.”

Reaper pushes off the desk, standing upright. His lip curls into a wicked grin. “Never said I wasn’t.”

Viper picks up his mask and slips it over his head. “Come on. It’s time for breakfast.”

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