Page 113 of Striker

Yeah, Little Flower is going to regret that. No one shoves Reaper around.

To my surprise, instead of reacting to her, his fingers flex at his sides, shoulders going stiff. Reaper is a man of pure control until, like me, he loses the battle.

“You know we had order—” he starts, but is cut off when she shoves him again.

“Fuck you and your fucking orders,” Cora snarls back, her entire body vibrating with anger. Getting up on her tiptoes, shepoints at his mask. “That’s just a coward’s excuse to avoid using your own judgement and—”

Reaper’s hand slams over her mouth, and her eyes grow wide. Gripping her arm, he tugs her toward the couch. She stumbles, grabbing the front of his shirt and the hand over her mouth as he sits and tugs her forward. She lands at an awkward angle over his lap.

An enraged cry breaks the silence when he releases her mouth and yanks her further up his thighs. Using one hand to hold her in place, he takes the other and hikes up her dress, revealing thin pink panties.

I have to admit that Viper’s fetish is rubbing off on me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she screams, trying to push herself upright, but he grips her by her hair and shoves her face to the couch cushion.

“Adjusting your attitude,” Reaper growls, struggling to keep her still.

Her indignant snarl makes me smile. She’s like a feral cat, squirming, reaching around to slap at his hand, her other clawing at the one pinning her cheek to the cushion, legs flailing wildly.

“Hold still, Little Red,” Breaker says, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Reaper only gets more excited when you try to escape.”

“Fucking freak!” she screams.

Next to me, Viper crosses his arms, but when she manages to break free from Reaper’s grasp, he darts forward snatching her wrists, dragging her back over Reap’s lap, stretching her arms out so he can pin them to the couch.

“Not even tiny Delilah was this hard to hold still.” Breaker says, shaking his head as he steps forward and grips Cora’s ankle before she can kick Reaper in the face.

Once she’s secured, Reaper adjusts her on his lap, and tugs her underwear down to reveal her creamy, round ass. My cock thickens at the sight. My hunger for them may have been sated briefly last night, but I can’t wait to get my hands on our Little Flower.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she seethes when she realizes what Reaper intends, but her next few words are cut off with the sharp slap of flesh meeting flesh. It’s so loud that she sucks in a breath and goes completely rigid. He lands five more in rapid fire succession and she holds her breath, not moving an inch.

I expect her to curse and struggle again, but she remains completely still. My jaw tenses, worry flooding my chest. Scared she’s having some sort of trauma response and Reaper never should have put her over his knee, but then she laughs and his hand pauses mid air.

“Your kinky ass can do better than that,” she says,stilldefiant with her cheek squished to the cushion. “If you’re trying to make a point, you have to make itburn.”

My brows knit. Viper’s eyes meet mine. Breaker shakes his head but chuckles. I hope they’re prepared to grab her before Reaper loses control and really lets them land hard, but the hand hovering over her ass darts to her shoulder and he tugs her upright, shifting her to her knees. She scrambles to pull her underwear back up. He rises from the seat, adjusting his grip until his long fingers weave into the hair at the top of her head, snapping her head back.

She makes a small, angry little sound in her throat, one hand shooting up to grip his in her hair, the other landing on his thigh, but she pulls it away quickly.

Then I see why.

The long, thick outline of his cock trapped in his fatigues makes my heart stutter. Fuck. I know his frustration. I’d love to fuck her into submission. Into believing we didn’t want to sendher away. The very last thing any of us want is for her to be hurt. She’s even snuck under Reaper’s skin, and he’ll never say it, but he’d rather endure punishment than have her hurt again.

And we’re definitely going to pay for keeping her.

“You think we wanted to send you away?” he says, his tone edged with violence. Reaper’s anger and frustration leak out of him, turning his grip hard. “You’re mistaken, Baby Girl if you think we everwantedto let you go.”

Furious emerald eyes glare up at him, her hands falling to her sides, fisting into little balls. Anger radiates from her, making her shoulders tense, her jaw set hard. I wonder if this is the first time she’s really let herself feel anger. Real true rage for the shit life she’s endured. Maybe she’s never felt safe enough before to do so.

Her chin quivers, making me want to gather her up and kiss away her sadness.

Reaper must feel it too because he crouches down in front of her, releasing his grip on her hair, letting his hand trail over the curls down to her shoulder.

“Baby Girl,” Reaper whispers so gently, my chest tightens. “You’re ours, do you understand? I don’t let go of anything once I claim it as mine. Even if I had to send you away, I’d always come to get you.” Reaper grips her chin, forcing her to look at him. Even crouched, he’s still so much bigger than her. “If you ran, we’d hunt you down and drag you back to us. You have no say in the matter.”

She uses the sleeve of her sweater to wipe her cheek, but I see her jaw pop and her eyes glitter with defiance. “Maybe I don’t want to belong to all you freaks. You kidnapped me, remember?”

“We just took what was already ours,” Reaper says.

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