Page 35 of Reaper's Hunt

And just like that, I’m spiraling, the pain and pleasure a twisted dance that feels like home.

I come hard, Dante’s groan vibrating through me as he spills inside, my body sagging back against him as Malik pulls me off of Dante with surprising gentleness despite the knife in his hand, his eyes crazed but focused.

He carries me to the bed, laying me down on the cool sheets before stripping off his pants and filling me with one thrust, tearing a groan from us both. His eyes are unfocused, his mind caught in the haze of whatever he’s lost to, something between desire and obsession.

Hooking my legs around his waist, I reach up to grab his throat and yank him down so he can truly see me. “If you hurt me, Malik, I won’t just stab you.”

“I’ll make you feel good, Sparrow. My beautiful sparrow.” He lays the knife against my breast, the cold steel pressing just over my nipple and then he makes a small cut, a thin line of blood welling up on my flesh. He watches with raptured attention, following the trickle of crimson before diving in to suck it into his mouth, fucking me with the same rhythm.

My back bows off the bed, my head dangerously close to the opposite edge as I squeeze his neck a little tighter. Seeing his crazed expression is a thousand times better, especially when Dante rounds the bed and yanks me closer to the edge, Malik letting out a grunt of frustration as he moves closer. “I don’t think we’ve had this much fun in a long time,” Dante grins as he reaches toward my bloody tit and starts smearing the crimson across my other one. “You look so fucking depraved like this,” he murmurs as he dangles his cock just over my lips. “Can you take more, princess?”

I glare up at him as he tweaks my nipple, Malik still fucking me like it’s a contest, the moan ripping from my throat betraying the retort I wanted to throw at him. My lips part as his tip comes in contact with my tongue, realizing that this is perfect. It’s exactly what I’ve needed.

“I’m going to stuff you full, kitten. Fuck your throat and watch how prettily Malik makes you bleed. And then I’m going to fuck you again until you’re screaming between us. There are so many things I’ve wanted to do to you. God, I’m not sure we’ll have the time.”

And then he surges forward, his cock filling my mouth completely. I should pull away. Tell them to leave. Tell them that this isn’t what I want but I’ve got to stop denying myself.

Because in the end, this isexactlywhat I want.

And when Malik makes another small cut along my shoulder, the only thing I can do is moan.

I wake to my body rocking forward, a rhythmic pull that drags me from sleep. It takes me a few seconds to recognize the wet heat sucking hard on my tit, pulling at the cut made earlier. A shudder rips through me, my pussy clenching as I come andnow,I’m fully awake, unsure of when I fell asleep. Malik’s in front of me, his mouth on my breast, his grin wicked in the dim morning light filtering through the bedroom’s black curtains. Which means Dante’s behind me.

His fingers are digging into my hips as he groans, filling me with his release before pressing a kiss to the bite on my shoulder. It’s been a damn long time since Dante’s slept over, longer since I woke with him inside me, and the shock of the raw intimacy, makes my head spin.

My body’s still trembling from the orgasm as I groan, Malik pulling back to look up at me. His lips are painted red, just like my favorite lipstick, but with my blood. “I told Dante it would be more fun with you,” he says, his smile almost maniacally wide. “We’re missing something, though.”

Dante laughs, his chest pressed against my back as he pulls me tighter against him, his cock softening inside of me. “Babe, tone it down for just a few seconds.” The words are for Malik, softer than Dante usually speaks but they’re edged with warning.

I twist around to meet Dante’s eyes, trying to understand how the fuck Malik’s amorningperson. “What’s wrong with him?”

Dante’s hand slides up my side, moving up and down to calm me from a panic that he knows is blooming in my chest. “He doesn’t sleep, not well anyway. You have a reason for your kills. He doesn’t. He just likes it.”

I’m not scared of Malik but the sudden notion of being in this domestic moment, Malik brushing his thumb across my tit and Dante kissing my ear is too much. “Well, thanks for all of this,” I say, pushing up on my elbows, “but it’s time we had that conversation, right? Like the one where you explain why you stuck around all these years without saying a word.”

Malik leans in, his lips aiming for the cut again but I shove him back, my hand firm on his chest. “Heart.” It’s not that I don’t want to. But my head’s a whirlwind of chaos and I need to be able to wrap my head around all of this fuckery.

Dante reacts instantly, pulling out of me, his arms rolling me over with him before setting me on my feet beside the bed. I stumble forward, shocked that he listened and reacted so fast. I turn around, my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Selene, we might be some sick fucks but that doesn’t mean we have to ignore your comfort.”

I stare down at myself, a mess of cum and blood covering my tits and stomach, the ick of the moment starting to seep in. Maybe I’m not as depraved as I think I am. Or maybe Iambut don’t want to believe it. “Right, yeah. Showers and clothes. Then we talk.”

Neither of them fights me on that, Malik cuddling into Dante’s side but his eyes still on me. That intense gaze is starting to make me feel things but I quickly disappear into the bathroom and step into the shower, trying to ignore all that sexy testosterone outside the door. Fifteen minutes later, I’m fully dressed, standing across Dante and Malik. They’re inches away from my front door and I’m at the edge of the hallway, arms folded across my chest, trying to keep the stern look on my face.

It's slowly slipping.

“Where does all of this leave us?”

Dante leans against the doorframe, his gaze walking all over my body despite the conversation. “Why does anything have to change?”

I scoff, throwing my hands up in the air. “Seriously? You work for the goddamn police, Dante, which I mentioned last night. Everything I’m doing is one hundred percent against everything you’re supposed to believe in.”

Dante lets out a dark chuckle as Malik steps forward, that deviant smile filling his face. “You don’t know him, do you?”

Dante shakes his head, reaching to pull Malik back but just misses him. “Babe, don’t.”

“No, Sparrow deserves to know. You said no lies.” He steps even closer but doesn’t touch me. “Dante likes puzzles and games. He likes figuring things out.”

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