Page 12 of Striker

“What do you want?” I ask, sucking in a breath as I eye the two men blocking the door. My escape. My freedom.

But was I really free to begin with?

Rune kept me in a pretty cage, fed luxuries, but bound and gagged by his disgusting hatred for the people who killed his wife.

“Nothing you alone can give us,” Breaker says, but the way his eyes travel down my body tells me that’s not entirely true. He remembers the shape of my hips, the heat between my thighs. Just as I remember the way he feels moving inside me. He breaks eye contact and glances at Viper, then back at me, and tugs at the buttons on my blouse. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I bite my lip and let him unbutton the shirt, resisting shooing his hands away to do it myself. Over the years, I’ve learned that being sweet means men tend to be nicer. Most of the time. So I let him drag my shirt over my shoulders, let his thumbs skim down my arms as he slides the fabric down. It falls to the floor with a whisper. My skirt is next. It sticks to my hips and I clench my jaw, keeping my humiliated tears behind the lids, but one slips out and I wipe it away, furious with myself for this stupid weakness. That IcareI’m in this state in front of the men who made me this way. The pitiful statetheyput me in.

When I’m left in just my black underwear, white bra, and torn nylons, they both step back. It’s cold as fuck, and my nipples tighten, my wet underwear like a sheet of ice against my skin,making goose bumps prick all over my body. My arms wrap around my waist as a shiver wracks my shoulders, eyes falling to my feet on the black and white chipped tile floor.

My big toe sticks through the nylon. Dark, rusty brown stains smear the rips around my knees. Bile hits my throat like acid and I suck in a breath.

I’m covered in Manuel’s blood.

The room tilts.

“Fuck, she’s about to pass out.”

My hand grips the vanity.

“Deep breaths, Little Red.”

My eyes shoot up to Breaker. “You really think a little bloods going to make me pass out?” I snarl. “I’m a fucking woman. We’re born in it, bathe in it, and fuckinglivein it.”

Viper let’s out a low whistle. “Damn she’s spicy.” He uncrosses his arms making me look his way. “Might want to turn it down a few notches, Vixen. I’d love a reason to take a belt to that plump ass.”

Ifeelthe color drain from my face.

Breaker steps closer, like he’s going to touch me, but stops, letting his hands remain at his sides. Viper walks past me to the porcelain tub and turns the knob. Pipes groan and water sputters out, dark and dirty at first, then runs clear. He plugs the drain with an old rubber stopper and that’s when I see the shampoo and body wash bottles.

The same ones I use at home.

Another tremor starts in my shoulders, but this one isn’t from the cold.

Viper’s hand lands on my hip, and his thumb hooks the waistband of my nylons. My hand flies out, and I slap him away. His dark chuckle sends heat to my core, making it feel slick as I step back, not liking that my body remembers the way they touched me.

“Fucking creep,” I snarl, my back hitting the icy wall and I press myself to it, hating how scared I am, but for all the wrong reasons. Some primal part of my brain knows they won’t hurt me, but I’ve never been one to take the chance that a man will keep to his usual behavior. They’re animals, after all. Some are more wild than others. “You have a piss fetish?”

Breaker’s loud crack of laughter makes my shoulders jolt. The two men exchange a look, and Viper shoots forward, moving so fast that I’m suddenly trapped between his massive body and the cracked plaster at my back. My heart thunders in my chest. He’s so close I know he can feel it beating against him. His hand wraps around my neck and I gasp, my fingers gripping his, trying to pry them off, but he squeezes slightly harder.

“You going to force yourself on me now?” Hatred leaks out with my words.

“Force?” Viper lowers his masked face close to mine. “Did we force you to spread your legs for us the other night?”

Another tremor moves down my spine at the memory, and it’s not entirely unpleasant. I bite my lip to keep from saying anything else that might provoke him considering he just threatened me with a belt.

“No, little Vixen, we didn’t.” His grip tightens. “You gave us permission to fuck you.”

“Past tense,” I snarl. Me and my stupid mouth can’t seem to stop talking. “I wouldn’t spread open for you even if you begged to lap up this piss between my legs.”

I swear he smiles under his mask. “That’s not how it works. You’re ours now. You belong to all of us. And I’ll fuck you with dried piss on your legs, my brother’s cum sliding down your thighs, and my hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as I lick your sweet tears from those pretty cheeks.”

My breath rushes from my lungs.

“And you’ll love every minute because your hot little cunt knows you belong to us. You have been ours longer than you realize.” He steps back and I suck in air, my hand replacing where his had just been.

Viper backs away to the door, his eyes never leaving mine, then turns and stalks out, leaving me alone with Breaker.

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