Page 77 of Striker

Reaper’s eyes narrow, and that heated look freezes, turning to black ice.

“The phone,” I whisper. “I didn’t call anyone.”

Those icy eyes dart to Striker behind me.

I feel his exhale move through my back. “She found my phone in the dresser.”

The way Reaper’s eyes ignite tells me that Striker may be in as much trouble as I am, but then his gaze falls to mine and I know I’m completely fucked.

“What did I tell you?” Reaper says, his voice deadly low. “You are ours. You do not leave here.”

I swallow. Fear tingling my hands.

“You said, little kitty, you understood you belonged here. To us. Isn’t that why you’ve been such a good girl? Performing for us? Flirting?Tempting?”

“I never promised anything,” I snap, my face flaming at the mention of Cora and me at night, feeling stupid because I got what I wanted by stripping down and finger fucking her. His attention, theirattention. But not like this. Not laced with anger.

“Jesus.” Breaker huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m going to enjoy this one.”

The little I can see around Reaper’s eyes creases like he’s confused or just as dumbfounded as Breaker sounds.

No. He’s fucking smirking.

“Put her on the table.”

Striker turns me around, letting the belt slide around my neck until he’s holding it closed at my throat. Breaker and Viper move forward to grip my arms. I’m guided back to the table, myhead snapping to follow Reaper’s movements as he steps aside, allowing them to place me on the table. I wince when my ass lands on the hard surface. Both men bring my arms up, forcing me to lie back, my rear right at the edge, my legs dangling over. The angle hurts my ass like all hell and I wonder if I’m going to have welts.

Reaper steps up and leans over me, taking both my wrists in his one large hand, pinning them to the surface. Striker lets the belt go, but Reaper grasps it, using it to hold me down. My heart thunders. I stare up at his masked jaw above my head, and the outline of his chin.

“Close your eyes,” Viper says. My gaze darts to him next to us. He holds up a long silky piece of fabric. Before I can protest, he places it over my eyes and lifts my head to tie it in the back.

It’s like the second my eyes are covered, every other sense heightens immediately. Over my pounding heart, I hear them moving around me, pushing chairs away. The belt’s released briefly, then Reaper’s grip returns. Someone makes atskingsound. I swear I hear a whisper, then a light laugh.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly. They can’t spank me like this. Not with my ass on the table. Part of me is relieved since it still hurts, but I’m not sure what they have in store for me as punishment.

A hot breath caresses my cheek. Warm flesh touches my ear. My already pounding heart skips. I feel silky hair fall across my face.

Reaper took his mask off.

“Bad Kitten,” Reaper says next to my ear. “What should we do to you?” Hot lips press to my temple. Air bursts from my lungs. “You’ve been so naughty lately.”

My chest tightens. I was expecting his anger. Reaper’s usual black rage, but he’s so calm, his tone dark yet steady. Not rippling with fury like it does when I piss him off. I’m not surewhat it means, but my body ignites as his lips gently graze my cheek.

“Little temptress who can’t seem tobehave.” Reaper’s voice drops, growing darker. There he is.Reaperhas come out to play and I know I’m going to regret stepping foot in that room. “You know what you’ve been doing, filthy girl. Playing with each other’s pretty little pussies. Coming so sweetly on her hand, like you don’t remember how I tore you apart.”

“How you screamed, when my tongue was inside you,” Breaker says from my other side.

“How you groaned as you swallowed my cum,” Striker says.

“And how you moaned like the perfect pretty little slut around my cock as I fucked your throat,” Viper adds.

“My body doesn’t belong to you,” I snap, tasting the lie on my lips.

“Oh, but it does,” Reaper growls. The belt tightens, squeezing my throat. “Every curve. Every inch of flesh. That wet, greedy space between your thighs you let her touch, belongs to us. Every tear and every drop of blood belongs to us.”

Striker’s voice whispers in my ear, “Your mind, your body, your fucking soul belongs to us.”

I jerk against Reaper’s tight grasp, rage slashing through me. “I belong to no one,” I hiss.

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