Page 123 of Striker

Reaper grips my cheeks, forcing me to look up into his eyes. His skull mask smirks at me as Breaker slams into me from behind, forcing me to rock forward. My eyes lose focus as he drives in again, hitting that place that makes my fingers dig into the wood floor, as a tightness coils in my belly. Reaper leans down, placing a soft kiss to my lips through his mask, making my eyes sting. I gasp, feeling like that one masked kiss is tearing me in two as much as Breaker’s brutal thrusts.

“Say it,” Reaper whispers, breath still lingering on my lips. “Tell us, Kitten.”

Breaker slams forward again, then slips out slowly so I feel every thick inch. Then he does it again.

“Yours,” I grate, trying to hang on to the world around me.

“Ours,” Breaker rasps the same moment I sense Striker lean over and skim his thumb over my lip and the world breaks away.

Faintly I’m aware of Breaker’s groan. Of his heat filling me. His hands sliding up my back and how he says my pet name over and over as he comes. I hear my whimpering cry, my voice begging for more, for it to stop because I can’t take anymore, but please don’t stop. Please give me more, but the voice doesn’t belong to me.

It’s the voice of the woman who belongs to them.

I belong to them.

My head falls to Reaper’s lap and I breathe, my cheeks wet, hair sticking to my face and sweaty shoulders. Reaper slips his hands under my arms and lifts. With shaky legs, I crawl until I’m straddling his thighs. My head falls to his chest, my fingers curling into his thick shoulders.

In all these weeks, I’ve been this close to him a handful of times and each of those times his touch was harsh, with tiny bits of sweetness bleeding through, leaving me wanting more. Right now, his fingers trail down my bare back, sliding with a featherlike touch over the curve of my hip until he’s gripping my rear. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes, absorbing the smell and feel of him.

Reaper lips press to my ear, his breath heating my skin through the mask. “Do you feel it?” he whispers.

I try to sit upright so I can see his eyes, but he keeps me pressed to his neck so I take what I can get, wrapping myarms around his neck, and breathe him in. Musk and male and darkness.

“How your body belongs to us,” he says, shifting to press his masked lips to my jaw. “Like you were made for us.”

The hand cupping my ass slips over my thigh to between my legs. On instinct, I lift myself slightly so he can angle his hand between us. A finger slips over my opening and I clench my teeth as he slides it over my too sensitive clit. His finger slips inside me and I feel his groan under my cheek.

“Filthy girl, you begged for their cum and look at the mess they made,” he grates. His finger slides out. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me upright. Blackness stares back at me, but his eyes aren’t just dark pools. They reflect the dim light in the room, making the midnight color look like they’re filled with stars. “You want my cum too, pretty Kitten, don’t you?”

God, yes.My teeth sink into my bottom lip. His eyes snap to my mouth. Leaning forward to press my lips to the side of his masked face, I whisper so only he can hear, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve wanted to do for weeks.”

The hand on the back of my neck tightens. Reaper’s fingers weave into my hair and he tugs roughly, forcing me to arch my back, my neck exposed. My hands fall from his shoulders to my sides, waiting. I may be on top, but I’m certainly not in control.

“Oh god, you’re going to kill me,” Cora whimpers from next to us and I want to turn to see who’s got her at their mercy, but Reaper’s gripping me too tight to do anything but wait for what he does next.

“Such a fucking brat,” he grates, running his finger up my stomach to between my breasts. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, naughty girl. I don’t think you can take what I’ve wanted to do to you.”

“I’ve taken everything you’ve given me,” I say, my eyes falling closed. I like his roughness, but I don’t tell him that. I like it because every time I’ve felt it, I’m left feeling a little softer.

“Greedy, greedy, girl.” My eyes pop open from his familiar voice to find Striker towering over me, his lip curled into a grin. He steps in close, gripping my throat under my jaw. My head hits his chest and I focus on his upside-down face. It’s still shocking to look at him. He’s so unbelievably beautiful. He slides his hands over my shoulders to my breasts, cupping each one in his hands. “We knew you could handle us. We knew you’d be our perfect Princess, begging for us and spreading your legs so sweetly.”

Still holding me tilted back, so I’m arched backward slightly looking up at Striker, Reaper reaches between us and I hear the grate of a zipper. That sound fires through me and I tilt up so he can free himself. When his hard dick hits my inner thigh, I can’t help the moan that slips out.

Striker leans forward and captures my mouth, his tongue slipping in with a long, sloppy stroke against mine. My hands slide up his forearms and I grip the back of his neck, forcing his mouth down on me harder.

He breaks the kiss and backs away. Viper leans over, blocking Striker’s face, and he lifts his mask to reveal his perfect lush lips before they enclose over mine, taking, possessing in that way he did before. Like he can’t help but greedily drink in every ounce I give over to him until he’s sucking on my tongue. Reaper’s cock slips over my cum soaked opening and a shiver racks my body.

“I’m going to fuck all our cum so deep into you,” Reaper growls, releasing my hair as Viper breaks the kiss. I sag down against him. Reaper grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “You’ll not be able to take a single step without remembering you belong to us.”

His hand glides down from my jaw to my waist, making my blood sing with anticipation. I’m sore, but already so wet, so filled and slick, and I want more. I want him.

Keeping our eyes locked, I reach between us, sliding the tips of my fingers along his shaft, feeling his silky flesh before I slip my fingers around him and guide him to my opening. He slicks over the mess and his eyes go feral.

Angling my hips, he slips into me just barely. I lick my bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth. His fingers tighten, nails digging into my flesh like he wants to rip me apart. I lean forward and he slips in even more. Reaper's breath rushes from him, when I press my cheek to his mask and whisper in his ear, “Make me beg.”

I expect him to slam me down onto him, take me roughly, like he did in the club, but he yanks my head back pulling me away. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he grips both my hips and eases me down so gently that a whimper slips past my lips.

“Fuckingbrat,” he groans, his voice seductively low, making me tighten down around him. “Fuck. Your pussy remembers me, doesn’t she?”

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