Page 78 of Reckless: Collision

I’m not just exposed—I’m vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with being naked. My thighs spread wide in an SUV in a parking lot, a beta between my legs, a dominant omega and two devious alphas all focused on breaking me.

I just want to come at this point. The headlines, the guilt, the mission—it all fades beneath the need coursing through my system.

And that’s when they amp up their torture.

Jinx and Theo lean down, taking my nipples into their mouths like they own them, while Finn returns to my clit. Thetriple assault has me arching, crying out behind the gag as my body races toward?—

“Stop.” Ryker’s command comes sharp. “Six seconds.”

“So fucking close,” Jinx’s laugh carries that edge of feral delight.

“Ready to talk, baby?” Theo runs his tongue along my breast, making promises his mouth doesn’t keep.

I try to speak around the scarf, and Jinx grabs it with one hand. Just as I’m about to unleash my frustration, he pulls out a knife—because of course he carries one—and cuts through the silk.

He’s insane. I love it, but he’s absolutely insane.

That’s exactly when someone knocks on the window.

I try to close my legs but they hold me open, Finn’s fingers still working me with maddening precision as Ryker calmly rolls down his window.

“Yes, officer?” His voice carries perfect control, like we’re not in the middle of?—

“Ah, sir. You can’t be here doing...” The officer stutters. “Fuck.”

Jinx leans down to whisper in my ear, “He can’t see you.” Finn adds another finger, and I bite my lip to stay quiet. “Because if he could, I’d fucking kill him.”

“Just teaching our girl a lesson, officer,” Ryker says with such authority that I almost believe him.

“He can only smell what belongs to us,” Theo murmurs against my other ear. “We’re pretty fucking possessive, Cayenne. We don’t take women back to our home to fuck.”

“We don’tneeda woman,” Jinx adds with devastating honesty.

“But wewantyou,” Theo continues.

“Want you bouncing on our cocks.”

“Want those pretty lips drinking our dicks down.”

“Licking my knot like a good little slut should.”

I’m about two seconds from?—

“Stop.” Ryker barks. “Sorry officer, got to go.”

The window squeals as it rolls up. “Talk.”

That’s impossible now. My whole body vibrates with need.

“I need to come,” I manage between breaths. The ache is almost painful.

“Talk,” Ryker repeats. “And I’ll let you come.”

My tongue darts across desert-dry lips, desperation clawing at my throat. “I need to cum.” The ache between my legs has transformed from pleasure to sweet agony, a reminder of how thoroughly they own this moment.

“Talk.” Ryker’s command slices through the heated air like a blade, promise and threat wrapped in one syllable. “And maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Finn works me with those clever fingers, a maestro conducting my body’s symphony of need. He purposefully avoids the spots that would send me over the edge, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest kind of torture. His skill is infuriating, magnificent, maddening.

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