Page 48 of Reaper Flame

“Bring it,” I snarled.

West took off his shirt. His beautiful inked torso came alive in the silver glow. The black and gray images swirling over his defined muscles stunned me to the spot. He joined me on the bed, his weight tipping the mattress forward and pushing me towards him. He didn’t waste the opportunity.

His giant hands grabbed me firmly by the waist and forced my knees apart with his elbows, then pulled me down the smooth, silky fabric until I lay at his mercy. He leaned down, dwarfing me under his broad shoulders and put his arms on either side of my head.

“You don’t stand a fucking chance, Pinkie,” he said, running his tongue down the side of my neck until he reached the soft flesh at the point where it met my shoulder. He nipped the tender spot between his teeth, making me moan, then sat up. Trying to shuffle away wouldn’t help. There was nowhere to go. He read my mind and growled, “You’re not going anywhere.”

He ripped the front of my crop top open. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my nipples stood hard at his attention.Fuck.They didn’t know what was good for them. While he was distracted by the twins, I reached out for the dresser, where I knew there was a pair of scissors. I’d left them out earlier. A girl never knew when she might need a blade.

West laughed coldly. “Do you think those are going to help you?”

He may think he was in control, but he was wrong. I hated my body for wanting him, but I couldn’t stop it. If I was going to have him, it needed to be on my fucking terms.

“Strip,” I ordered, pointing the scissors at him like a loaded gun. “Unless you want me to make a scarf out of your intestines.”

West looked down at my hands and chuckled, but he didn’t hesitate. He backed away, taking his sweet time to drop his pants. I swallowed as he took off his boxers. When we last had sex, I never got to see his cock, only feel it, but goddamn! His tattoos didn’t only extend to his body. Ink wrapped around his hard shaft in a beautiful pattern that made his dick look like a missile. A missile straight from hell.

“Are you gonna put down the scissors now?” he asked, standing stark naked with his hands on his hips. He looked like a fallen angel, and he fucking knew it.

“No,” I replied as my cheeks flushed.Thank fuck it was dark. “I want you to lie down.”

West complied. The cabin was small, but West’s presence made it seem like a dollhouse. As soon as he was on his back, I rolled over, climbing on top to straddle him. It was like mounting a freaking tree! I had him right where I wanted him. He was my prey now.

I pulled the zip on my skirt that ran down the entire length of the fabric and let the tatters of my top fall from my shoulders, watching his pupils dilate at seeing me in nothing but panties and getting a kick out of the effect I had on him. I wanted him to beg. I leaned forward, stopping when my lips were close enough to feel his breath on my face but not quite touching. West had taken from me, so it was my turn to take from him.

He groaned as I slipped down his body, tweaking his nipple piercing. I’d been so distracted by his incredible body and tattoos that I’d never noticed it before. His skin smelled familiar, a sexy mix of sandalwood, leather and a hint of salt from the sea breeze.

His hands reached to touch my ass.

“No,” I snapped, reacting instinctively and making a cut across his skin.

Panic rose in my chest. What was he going to do? Maybe this would tip his beast over the edge. I expected him to get mad or throw me off, but he surprised me. He dropped his hands to his sides and moaned. “Shit, Pinkie…”

As the blood pooled, I slid my tongue over it, tasting him and making his cock twitch, relishing the power I had. His erection rubbed against my panties, causing friction against my clit that made me want to jump his freaking bones, but I wouldn’t… not yet.

Instead, I continued to explore. I trailed the tip of my tongue down his carved abs and delicious V-shaped hips. He growled, but he didn’t try to touch me again. He knew better.

Holy fucking shit.

I came face-to-face with his cock. The ink had a life of its own under his throbbing skin, begging for me to touch it.

I stopped, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. “Do you want me to suck your cock, West?”

West growled in agreement and grabbed my hair, making me pull back.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” I reminded him, cutting his inner thigh.

“Fuck, Pinkie!” West dropped his hands and sunk deeper into the mattress. It was fucking wild to have a mountain of a man acting like putty under my shiny red nails. “You’re killing me here.”

I grinned as I licked along his cut, then ran my tongue over my lips. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to make him fucking suffer.How long would it take for him to unleash the beast?

I turned my attention back to his cock. The mini monster pulsed with desire, and a drop of pre-cum showed how much he wanted this. I tasted him on the tip of my tongue and made his hips jerk. Cum didn’t taste as sweetas ice cream, but it washis.

I held his hot silky base in my free hand and wrapped my mouth around his tip, sucking gently. If he knew about the other acts I committed in this position, he wouldn’t be as keen on me blowing his trophy-winning schlong. One wrong move from him, and I could pierce his balls with the scissors.

I took him slowly to the back of my throat. My jaw would ache from having to stretch around his girth, but it’d be worth it. My spit dripped down his dick as I breathed funny and almost choked from lack of air. Damn, I needed to get my gag reflex under control! West, Zander and Rocky may have all fucked me at the same time, but the whole sex thing was still relatively new to me.

West grunted in pleasure as my tongue ran over his veins. “Fuck, Pinkie...”

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