Page 18 of Reckless Hearts

Unknown: And I like hearing you say my name, almost as much as I love hearing you scream.

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my pulse quickening at his words. “I love saying your name,” I reply softly, letting the sentiment linger in the air.

Unknown: Well, then, my pretty dead girl. This won’t end here.

Epilogue

Wes

The nightclub pulses with electric energy, the bass thumping through my chest as I scan the crowded room. Tatum stands at the bar with her friends, laughing and chatting, her eyes sparkling under the flashing lights. She’s completely unassuming, blissfully unaware of our plan. Ash and I have been scheming this for weeks; she just doesn’t know it yet.

As I move toward her, I discreetly pull out a small vial of GHB from my pocket. With practiced ease, I pour the contents into her drink, the clear liquid blending seamlessly. I slip away into the crowd, my movements smooth and unnoticed. The drug will dissolve quickly, and within ten minutes, it will begin to take effect—keeping her conscious yet compliant, heightening her pleasure while blurring her awareness.

She takes a sip of her drink, and we linger in the shadows, buzzing with anticipation as we watch the drug take effect. Her laughter starts to drag, her movements getting slower and more fluid. It’s working—just like we planned.

My hands are sweaty, and my throat feels like sandpaper, but I’m not about to step out into the open. Staying hidden is way safer; one wrong move and it's game over. My heart’s pounding so hard I can practically hear it in my ears, every thump adding to the rush of adrenaline.

When Tatum finally heads to the bathroom, Ash and I lock eyes. This is it—the moment we’ve been waiting for. My pulse is racing, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement as we slip through the crowd. Every second feels like a lifetime, and I’m revved up, ready for whatever comes next.

We find her alone in the bathroom, and I’m quick to act. I slam my hand over her mouth, using my arm to pin her against the stall as I shove her inside. She squeals and kicks, trying to break free, but I tighten my grip. There’s no way I’m letting her slip away.

Ash slips in and locks the door behind him, the click echoing ominously. I turn her around to face us. Her eyes widen with fear but quickly shift to recognition, and then to a glazed, almost dreamy look as the drug kicks in. She sighs, her body going limp against mine. I catch her, my senses flooded by her intoxicating vanilla-cinnamon scent.

Ash’s calm presence is a steadying force as we guide her. I lock eyes with Tatum, her gaze now half-closed and unfocused, and I feel a rush of mixed emotions—protectiveness tangled with desire. She’s ours now, fully and willingly.

Together, we undress her, carefully supporting her weight as my fingers graze her warm skin, feeling the slight shivers of anticipation running through her. Her breathing is quick and shallow, her body reacting even in this dazed state.

As I pull her skirt up around her waist, my eyes fall on the scars on her side—uneven and marred, as if she’s been picking at them, almost like she wanted them to be a permanent part of her. They’re healed but far from pristine, a stark reminder of ourlast encounter. I find myself almost missing the rawness they once held.

Ash steps in front of her, his touch a mix of firmness and tenderness as he holds her steady. “Look at our girl, Wes,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “She’s so perfect, so trusting.”

I nod, my hands exploring her curves, feeling the heat of her body against mine. The small, confined space of the stall intensifies every sensation, every touch, every breath.

Ash sinks to his knees, tugging her thong down to suck on her clit. Tatum sighs, a soft little sound that has my heart racing and my dick threatening to tear a hole in my jeans.

From behind, I glide my finger along her slit, sinking two fingers inside her warm, wet cunt. Soft whimpers escape her throat, igniting a rush of blood straight to my dick.

Ash’s fingers meet mine, our movements synchronised, our breaths mingling in the confined space. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for us,” he says, biting his lip, as wetness floods her needy and wanting little cunt.

Tatum’s moans are soft, almost inaudible, but I can feel their vibrations through her body as she surrenders to us.

She moves freely within my grasp, lighting up with every thrust of our fingers, every swipe of Ash’s tongue, as sweat slicks her pale skin.

I’m so proud of her. Of us. This is the ultimate trust, the ultimate gift she could give us.

I cover her moans with my hand, muffling her cries as she bucks against me, my dick throbbing with every grind of her perfect ass against me. The heat of her breath fogs up my fingers, mingling with the dampness of her skin.

“That’s our good girl, Tatum,” Ash murmurs. “Come for us, baby.”

She collapses into me, her face twisting in ecstasy as her body trembles and convulses in a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Her pussy grips our fingers tightly, the sweet fucking melody of her release echoing in the confined space.

I catch her as she sags, holding her close, anchoring her while my heart pounds with the thrill of almost getting caught. I’d face any consequences to make her depraved fantasies a reality.

As Ash dresses her and whispers affirmations, I brush the damp hair from her face and trace the delicate lines of her features with my fingers, soothing her where words fall short.

So perfect.

Ash leans in, his voice a low, almost seductive whisper in my ear. “We should mark her again, Wes. She belongs to us.”

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