Page 143 of Breaker

“Fucking your throat?” he asks

The admission slips from me. “Yes.”

A rumbling sound in his chest tells me he likes that answer. When his palm lands again, a dark tangled desire blooms between my thighs. I don’t know how my body is still capable of this level of arousal. I feel so used, yet, still so starved. Reaper’s dark touch is driving that same need I had earlier even higher. In some remote part of my mind, I fear maybe they fucked with my head too much that first week and I’m broken, but it shatters when another harder spank lands on my ass.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Reaper rasps, his hand tightening in my hair. His hips jut forward, grinding his hard length into me. “Taking orders. Training. Taking what you want. Riding their cocks so hard, driving them crazy until they filled you up.”

Another slap to my ass has me groaning.

Fingers dip into the dimples on my lower back, then glide up my spine making my nipples tighten even more. The needto have his hands on me, claiming every inch of skin has me squirming.

“What a good little Kitten, taking their cum so sweetly. I loved watching you whimper and moan and fuck them. You’re such a beautiful girl.”

His praise blooms in my chest like a new flower bursting open with the sunlight.

“Do you think you deserve more?” he asks. “You’re already so full of cum, your pussy is weeping with it.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

My head snaps back, breath bursting from my lungs. Slickness heats between my thighs from his rough touch.

“Greedy, greedy, girl,” Reaper grates, his grip in my hair tightening. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have make those begs convincing.”

I bite my lip, the pull of him creating this bone searing need to please him, yet the stubborn, defiant woman who is always in control whispers not to give him what he wants.

Because what if he takes too much? What if I give too many pieces to Reaper and I lose myself? I can already feel the fragments that Striker has imbedded inside my heart. I trust Striker I realize. Completely. They’ve all shown me parts of myself while giving me glimpse of who they are, but Striker’s the one who’s stayed with me. Kissed me, shown me his trust in me by removing his mask and letting me see him.

Not just his face, but his heart.

I know next to nothing about him, where he came from, what he endured in his life, but I know his heart is good. I feel it. I see it in his promises, in the tender way he caresses me. How he so openly accepts every part of not just his brother’s but himself and Cora.

Breaker’s let me see him. He’s made me promises, claimed me ,and left to keep my heart safe after she was ripped away.

Viper’s given me pieces of himself, but still holds me at a distance. Like maybe he’s too scared to let me see him.

Reaper takes. I feel like I’ve already handed over so much of myself yet he’s asking for more, giving me so little in return.

“Kitten,” he growls, masked mouth brushing along the side of my neck, harsh with unspoken desires. “Tell me what you want.”

Pulling in a deep breath, I ease back into him, relenting. Accepting. “I want you.”

A heart beat passes.

Another.

This thing between us feels wild. Like gnashing teeth and harsh bites. Feral with its intensity. Primal in its craving.

Then the grip in my hair loosens and his hand snakes around my throat. I cry out in shock as he drags me back, pressing me to his solid chest.

Hot breaths on my ear. “Say it again.”

There’s an edge of something close to desperation in his tone, something possessive and twisted that sends a skittering fear through me. It lands low in my belly, pooling with desire, tangling with need.

My heart pounds, that feral thing inside me craving more. “I want you. All of you.”

Gripping my arm, he turns me to face him, keeping his large hand at my throat. His dark eyes search my face, dropping to my mouth, moving over my cheek to my brows and then to my eyes.

I think he likes what he sees by the way the moonlight glimmers in the darkness.

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