Page 142 of Breaker

“Has my pretty Kitten missed her captor?” His voice drip with arrogance. Withknowing. “Is that why you asked for me?”

It takes a second for his words to register. “You watched us?” I ask, my skin flushed with heat as I step away, my body liking the thought of him watching us today, but my mind confused on whether it feels like an invasion. But I did want him there, watching, seeing me getting fucked by Striker and Viper. His hands on me, being a part of my most vulnerable moment.

He says nothing for a heartbeat, then, his voice a raspy whisper, “I’m always watching, Kitten.”

My heart flutters, a million butterflies beating their wings against my heart.

Always watching. Always near.

And he’s here, right now.

Using his boot, he taps the inside of my ankle. “Open for me.”

Reaper commands. Everyone follows. If I want this, wanthim, I’ll follow his lead.

I spread my legs until my bare feet hit his boots.

Striker has fucked me so many times today, the last time not that long ago, I can still feel the remnants of his cum sticking between my thighs. Reaper’s gaze drops and I wonder if he sees them glistening with Striker’s release. The thought beats a heated path to my lower belly. My body is sore, but I still hunger for more.

“Let me see,” he says.

My brows knit, confused. Then I realize what he wants. Slowly I trial my fingers over my thigh, then drag them up between my legs, stopping at my pussy, liking how his eyes grow even hungrier at my teasing. How his hands grip the armrest like he’s stopping himself from reaching for me. Two fingers slip between my folds, and I dip them into me, moving them in and out, coating them. I hold them out for him to see, slick and wet.

“Taste.”

I suck my fingers into my mouth, tasting the musk and salt of us together.

“Do you like the way he tastes?”

“Yes,” I breathe, licking my fingers clean, watching his eyes, how the moon catches the darkness, creating a flickering wickedness to flare each time they move. “I like the way you all taste.”

He lets out a strange sound, almost like a strangled burst of air, escaping him unchecked as his gaze drags from my lips to my eyes.

“Turn around and walk to the end of the bed,” Reaper says, voice low.

I hesitate, but instead of asking why, I do as instructed.

“Hands on the railing.”

Another slight hesitation, but I wrap my fingers around the cool metal rail and wait. My heart hammers, unsure what he wants me to do. Or what he plans to do with me.

I feel him move up behind me. My skin pricks with awareness. Heat radiates from him, seeping into my back as he steps closer.

“You took their cocks so well, Kitten.” Fingers trail along my spine, then my hair’s brushed over my shoulder so tenderly goose bumps form. Reaper runs his fingertips up the lines of my back to my neck. When he grips my hair at the nape, shoving me down until my chest hits the metal rail, I let out a sharp gasp, my pussy throbbing. His free hand trails down my back again, running over my ass cheek. “You rode Striker’s face so hard, just like our perfect little slut.”

My face grows warm. The thought he sat somewhere watching feels absolutely sinful.

Reaper strokes my ass cheek with his free hand, practically petting me. A light tap to my rear makes me jolt.Another, slightly harder one creates a warm tingle between my thighs.

“And you still wanted more, didn’t you?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“And then you took them both, fucking them so beautifully. One cock in your perfect ass, one in this tight pussy.” His fingers skims along my entrance and I rock back into his touch, but he denies me, removing his hand before I can get any friction.

His palm lands down again on my ass cheek, slightly harder this time. He rubs the sting away then does it again. “Such a dirty girl, wanting two cocks at once. And you still wanted my cock didn’t you?”

My eyes squeeze closed, hands gripping the rail harder. “Yes,” I rasp.

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