Page 26 of Striker

Cora groans, covering her face with both hands, and rolls to her side, her back to the camera.

“I think she’s plenty scared,” I say. “She talks big, but underneath it all, she’s a terrified little girl.”

Reaper looks over at me, quirking a brow. “Does that look like terror to you?”

I meet his eyes. “It looks like a woman trying to survive.”

His jaw ticks. Reaper doesn’t like being wrong, and I think he may be wrong about Cora. She may be more like us than he thinks, just forged from something far different.

“When do we let her see Delilah?” Breaker asks, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. The faint scent of the soap he favors hits my nose. It reminds me of the ocean. Crisp. Clean. He shifts again, widening his legs.

I know we’ve been trapped here too long already, because I find every minor thing he does so fucking…. fascinating.

“It’s been a week,” Viper adds.

“It’s too soon,” Reaper says. “Give it a little longer and you’ll see I’m right.”

“So we just keep her locked in her room?” Viper snaps. “Keep her from her best friend to prove what?”

Reaper raises a dark brow and rips his eyes from the monitor to look at Viper. “She’s still our—”

“What, Reaper?” Viper asks sharply. Breaker shifts and meets my eyes.Yeah, I agree silently.I’ve never seen Viper like this either.“She’s our what? Prisoner?”

“Ours,” he says. “Not just yours.”

“Ours,” Breaker grates, watching the camera as Cora stands and walks to the bathroom. His tone carries such possessive heat, I begin to wonder at what point we decided they were ours.

Because it’s starting to feel like we made them ours before that night in the club.

Maybe they have been ours this entire time and we just never voiced it.

“It’s not like I fucked her, and it’s not like she wasn’t willing.”

Breaker shakes his head, a disapproving growl building in his throat. “We all agreed not to touch them yet. Weallagreed to wait.”

Yeah. We did. Doesn’t mean we like it, but it’s too soon. We need their trust before we move forward.

“Next time you want to get off, Viper,” Reaper says, leaning back in his seat, spreading his legs and locking his eyes on Viper. He lifts his chin in Breaker’s direction. “You know where to go.”

Viper’s gaze flickers over to Breaker, crossing his arms over his chest. Breaker’s jaw pops, his gaze slipping from Viper’s face to the unbuttoned pants as he unfolds himself from the small chair. Taking a step toward him, Breaker cocks his head to the side, the open appreciation as he licks his lips and eyes Viper, making Reaper and I raise our brows as we exchange a look.

Viper opens his mouth and to everyone’s surprise Breaker shoves four fingers past Viper’s lips, hooking his thumb under his chin and yanking him forward. Their chests crash together. Viper’s eyes somehow go wide and narrow all at once as his hands clamp down around Breaker’s neck.

“That’s right. You know where to go when you want to come.” Breaker leans down, dragging his tongue over Viper’s top lip. “You come to me, like a good boy.”

My balls tighten, and I lean forward, resting my hands on my knees, breath catching in my chest, unable to tear my eyes away. With all the kinky shit we’ve done, I have never once seen their mouths brush. Breaker has never attempted, hasn’t even come close to trying to kiss Viper. It’s never been this…

Intimate.

Or fucking erotic.

With his fingers still buried into his mouth, Breaker shoves Viper back against the doorframe, his massive body pressing into Viper’s shorter frame. He thrusts his hips, grinding his cock into Viper’s belt. My eyes slip down and I can’t seem to look away from the enormous bulge in Breaker’s pants and the way Viper thrusts his hips aggressively back into him.

“I know my good boy likes my cock shoved down his throat and my hand on his dick.” He brushes his lips to Viper’s ear and whispers loud enough that we all hear, “And when you think no one’s looking, when no one could hear, you would love to moan like my little whore when I fuck your ass again.”

With an angry roar, Viper shoves Breaker away, his cheeks heating in rage.

Breaker laughs, stumbling back, his eyes gleaming dangerously. What they do behind closed doors is not something we talk about. It doesn’t matter that we know.

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