Page 65 of Striker

“Lift your hips,” she whispers, and I immediately obey.

She gathers my nightgown and tugs it until my breasts are exposed. When she captures a hardened nipple between her teeth, I cry out, driving my fingers deeper into her. When she slips my underwear down enough to press her mouth to my lower belly, I gasp. Hot lips trail kisses down to the thin line of hair and she places another soft kiss there.

“Cora,” I whimper, my thighs parting, legs falling open. Her fingers dip under my panties, cupping me, then she slides two in to me roughly, her thumb skimming my clit, fucking me with her hand like I am her.

“Ah fuck,” she hisses as I pick up speed. Sloppy wet sounds fill the room, both of us fucking each other with a frenzied rush.

Pleasure builds quickly, too quickly, and then erupts from me with a gasp. She follows behind me, her forehead falling to my chest.

We stay like that for a minute, fingers still inside one another, catching our breath. When I pull my hand away, she does the same and sits upright, looking down at the slicknesscoating her fingers. Green eyes flicker up to mine, then dart away.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Cora glances down again at her hand, then slips off the bed until she’s standing next to me, eyes dark, lost. Worried. Before I can tell her, we’re both freaked out and scared and confused. I love her. Nothings changed. That we’re okay. She rushes to the bathroom and shuts the door.

Adjusting my nightgown to cover myself, I sit up and stand, walking to the window. My forehead presses to the glass. Something strange roils in my belly, making my chest hurt, but I’m not sure what I’m feeling. We kissed the night we were with them. I watched her get railed by Breaker. She put her hands on me that night but this….

This was just us.

I roll around, keeping my head to the glass and groan. When my eyes dart up, I see the little black hole where the tiny camera’s tucked in the crown molding and I remember.

They are watching.

Always.

Heat travels to between my legs, making me jitter with desire. I must be coming unglued if the thought of them watching us turns me on. Grasping my nightgown at the hem, I pull it over my head and let it drop to the floor. My heart flutters, but I set my eyes on the bathroom door.

When I knock, Cora opens it a crack and I see her red eyes and tears on her cheeks, but when she sees me naked, the green flares brightly.

“Come to bed,” I say, pushing the door open. I grip her wrist and tug her forward. “You’re not allowed to hide from me. You’re going to talk to me.”

“Okay,” she says, allowing me to pull her out of the bathroom.

We stop at the end of the bed and her eyes move up and down my body. Drinking in my curves like I’ve never seen before. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times, but this look she’s giving me is different.

It reminds me of the men downstairs. Almost predatory with its hunger.

“I liked what we did with them. When you touched me,” I say, my belly dipping from my confession. I never thought I’d say it out loud, but we’re not under normal circumstances. “I like kissing you. I loved what we did just now.”

She bites her bottom lip, meeting my eyes. “Me too.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” she says, but looks away, like she does when she’s lying or hiding things from me.

I grip the hem of her nightgown. “Take this off.”

Her gaze collides with mine. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I want to suck on her lip. Taste her again. The need to do just that makes my movements jerky, but she lets me slip her nightgown over her head, breaths heavier, chest heaving, nipples pebbling.

She’s so fucking beautiful. Fair skin with pale freckles along her shoulders and chest. Large breasts that I cup, pinching perfect rosy nipples. Her throat moves as she swallows, then moans, back arching into my hands. She’s removed all the hair between her legs and I can see the pink slit and her clit.

God. It’s no wonder men go crazy around her. She’s perfect and so pretty it makes my chest ache.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” I whisper, gently pushing her down to the bed. She complies as I crawl over her. When she’s flat on her back, legs spread wide, I lean in and whisper, “They’re watching you.”

I realized the other night why they took us. My father has been possessive of me my entire life, never allowing any manto touch me. What better way to get revenge on him than take his two most precious jewels and tarnish them? He has no idea if we’re being raped. Being tortured. The not knowing would be enough to force him to do whatever it is they want.

Funny thing though. I think these men are better than that. They may have sexual preferences that are outside the norm, but they certainly aren’t violent predators. At least, not with Cora and I. They’ve proven it every day we’ve been here. At any point in time, they could have forced themselves on me, or abused me in ways I probably can’t imagine. They may be a tad perverse by some standards, but it seems I am as well.

I spread my legs willingly for them, my pussy wet with my face in the dirt.