Page 8 of The Perfect Escape

“I can do that,” I whispered.

“I can too,” Hawk agreed.

There was a pause between the three of us. We were trapped in an escape room together, and the only way out was to commit sexual acts together while her husband was tied up.

We had no choice but to fuck this gorgeous woman.

“I want her first,” Hawk grunted under his breath.

“No. You’ll wait your turn,” I commanded, my attention locking on her. “I’ll go first, angel.”

I stepped closer to her. Her breath was hot as she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against my cock through the fabric of my pants. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me.

“Thank you for helping me, Sir,” she whispered.

Holy fuck.

Her kissing my cock nearly made me burst. Luckily, I had a little more restraint. But this situation, being trapped in a room with her and forced to fuck her mouth—it was all sending bolts of lust buzzing through my body.

The way she looked at me caught me off guard—like shewantedthis. All of the anger I’d carried about the situation melted into a simmering acceptance.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growled.

She shook her head, but wasn’t very convincing. “I hate this. I hate that I’ve been put in this situation with you. But we have to do exactly what he says. For Greg.”

For Greg.

The game master had commanded us to degrade her.

To humiliate her.

“Check her pussy, Hawk,” I said to my friend. “Let’s take a look at what the little slut has to offer.”

Rosie moaned as my rough fingers slid into her silky hair. I grabbed a fistful, pulling her face against my shorts and holding her in place. She whimpered against me as Hawk leaned down, trailing his fingers down her spine and gripping the hem of her dress. He hiked up, and then let out a low whistle.

“She’s not wearing panties.”

A low laugh escaped me as she shoved against my thighs. I released her slightly, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Really? Why on earth would you go to an escape room without panties? Such a naughty little wife, aren’t you?”

“I wanted to taunt my husband,” she gasped. “I never signed up for this fucking thing! He signed us up! This was all for him!”

“Well…” I tightened my grip on her hair. “Now it’s all for us. Suck my cock, angel. Do what the game master says. The last thing we want is for your husband to pay the price for your disobedience.”

“Fuck you.” Her sharp nails raked over my thighs, leaving angry red streaks.

The pain shot straight to my cock. I growled as I used the fistful of hair to yank her head back, keeping her in place, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts with my other hand. My shorts fell to the floor, my boxers following.

Her cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of my cock.

“Bet your husband doesn’t have a cock like this,” I said. “And I bet he’d be shocked to see you take every fucking inch down that throat.”

“Fuck you,” she sneered again.

Hawk knelt down behind her, his hands sliding up and down her body. She pushed her hips back, trying to shove him away.

“Use her.”

The command echoed through the room.

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