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Viper didn’t get jealous when I fucked Cora and now Delilah, but more than likely will if I do Striker. Because Viperwillget jealous if ItouchStriker.

I shouldn’t like that thought so much.

The only man I’ve ever fucked was Viper, and that was just once. When he was overcome with so much darkness that he let me bend him over and take what I needed. What we both did. I know Reaper and Striker think we have often, but after that first time, it’s only ever been Viper’s warm mouth after a night with a woman, and my hand on his dick.

That one time in his room only happened after that first night we all shared a cunt. We were both so aroused, driven nearly mad by too many emotions we didn’t know how to express and too much sadness we couldn’t let go of.

It wasn’t like I didn’t notice him before then. If anything, I noticed him too much as we grew up. He did too, but I don’t think he knew how to name what it was we shared. I didn’t either until I felt it for the first time with that girl from the village.

Viper moves closer, invading my space. He’s built like a fucking tank, stocky and tall, muscles and thick thighs that make me want to sink my teeth into them. Fuck. I’ve held on to this secret attraction to him for so long, it’s spilling over. It doesn’t help that Cora and Delilah love to see him sucking my dick. That they got so turned on that night with them, and seem to crave us even though we don’t fit into conventional molds that little girls are taught to want.

I lean down, inhaling his clean scent. My mouth waters, remembering the night in my room just weeks ago when he nearly had me on my knees, ready to let him fuck my throat. Then his fucking mouth got in the way and we ended up arguing as usual. I’ve never taken him in my mouth, but the thought of sucking him until he explodes makes my balls tighten.

He widens his stance, ready for a fight.

“I think next time you want to be used like a slutty boy, then you should come to me.” I lower my voice, trailing my finger along his shoulder to his thick neck, loving how heat sparks in his eyes. “That pretty mouth of yours belongs to me.”

“Maybe it belongs to Striker too,” he says, stepping even closer, challenging me.

This fucking man. He’s never going to learn. Then again, I think he likes the lesson as much as he likes defying a command.

Before he can react, I grip his throat, pulling him on his tiptoes. His eyes drop to where my mouth hides behind my mask. I’d give anything right now to see his lips. Have him sink to his knees, sucking me into his warm mouth, and feel his greedy groan around my cock.

His breath rattles out of him, and I press my cock to his stomach. A promise and a threat. “Be a good boy, Vipe, and don’t test me. You know I’d love the chance to fuck your tight ass again.”

His eyes brighten.

I knew it. Crazy, sexy man. He loves when I get dominant with him. Maybe, with this new day, this shift in the air, we can all embrace what we’ve wanted. We have the girls now, their presence giving us the courage to express what we’ve wanted. I know being this close to them for weeks has made us all crazy with desire, but if last night proved anything, our girls are more than willing to please. More than willing and ready to let us do whatever we want, whether it be Viper sucking my dick, or Striker, and gladly join in.

“Are you two finished rubbing your dicks together?” Reaper’s voice breaks through the chaos in my head and I step back, my hands falling away like we’re caught doing something illegal. My eyes shift from Viper to Reaper and find him standing just inside the doorway, his mask in his hand.

Pain clutches at my heart like it always does when I see his face.

“I take it neither of you have your phone?” he asks, pulling his mask over his head as he steps onto the balcony.

Viper casts me a strange look as I back away further and says to Reap, “No, we don’t. What’s going on?”

Reaper braces his hands on the balcony, leaning over to watch Striker loop an arm around each woman’s shoulders as he guides them back into the house.

Yeah. I am jealous.

I want that too. That freedom to kiss them whenever I want. For them to look up into my face with their gorgeous smiles. Maybe it’s really that simple. Remove the mask and simply trust.

After the front door shuts behind them, Reaper pushes off the balcony railing and stalks past us, back into the hall.

“What’s the fucking message, Reap,” Viper calls after him. His gaze darts to me and I see the same nervous tension stiffening his shoulder’s that’s settling in my gut.

Looking back over his shoulder, he says, “We defied his order. And he’s on his way to teach us a lesson.”

Chapter 50

Delilah

As my feet hitthe bottom step, I’m greeted by a blast of cold air from the open front door. I pause, irritation heating my neck. It’s so careless, but then I have to remember they are just men with emotions and bad habits, like everyone else.

I shift the stack of Cora’s books in my arms, debating crossing the foyer to shut and lock it, but a stern voice from the library snags my attention. My stomach flutters. I’ve not seen any of them since last night, except for Striker this morning, and the thought of walking in there sends desire crashing through my belly.

When I woke up in that room just over three weeks ago, I never could have imagined how my life would change so drastically. Instead of fearing the men who took me, my pulse thunders, my body sore, yet electrified at just the thought of just being in the same room as them.

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