Page 5 of Slash or Smash
Ghostface.
Eyes widening, my pulse ramps up another notch, slamming against my chest cavity.
Thump, thump, thump.
Those soulless eyes bore into me as his head slowly tilts to one side and Jason comes into view, too.
Oh, fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
ASHER
Her eyes.
A bright, cloudy storm brewing more thunderous by the second. Not with fear, though. Try as she might to make that the predominant feeling, it’s arousal that reigns supreme. I saw it back in the lobby, swirling in those hypnotizing greys as she held my stare through the mask. She knew I was looking…
And I knew she wanted me to.
Pulling my switchblade free from my pocket, I bring the tip to her throat and release my grip on her mouth. She inhales a quick heap of air, but doesn’t make a peep, the rise and fall of her chest drawing my attention downward. Saliva pools on my tongue, my fingers itching to yank at the neckline of her costume and free her tits.
To my gaze.
My touch.
My fucking teeth.
“W-what do you want?” she finally speaks, recapturing my attention back to her pretty face.
Lips spreading in a grin, one I wish she could see, I dig the blade in just a smidge deeper and bring myself dangerously close. “I wanna play a game.”
“Correction,” my brother chimes in, his voice muffled beneath the Jason mask.“Wewanna play a game.”
The little bird blinks back and forth between the two of us, her throat bobbing against my weapon. “What…kind of game?”
Trailing the metal tip down her sternum, I lodge the blade between her tits. “Slash…”
“Orsmash,”Jasper finishes.
She considers this for a moment, unmoving against the shelf. Five seconds, ten, fifteen pass before a single word leaves those plush lips. “What if I say neither?”
I shake my head and lightly trail the tips of my fingers up her encased legs. The urge to shove them through the holes of her fishnets and pull—hard—is almost impossible to ignore. “I believe that wasn’t an option,Raven.Choose before we choose for you.”
“H-how do you know my name?”
“Liability waiver, remember? Now stop averting and choose.”
“And be smart,” my brother adds. “Because only one has a happy ending.”
Another bought of silence falls between us. Surely, she’s trying to piece together whether or not we’re actually serious. Whether we’re actuallydangerousand keen on making her the main character in a real-life slasher flick.
We’re not, but she doesn’t need to know that.
My brother and I simply have a penchant for sharing women. Probably a good thing we’re not blood related because we often enjoy indulging in one another, too…
“Tick, tock goes the clock, little bird. What’s it gonna be?” I press, clicking my tongue for added effect. “Ten… nine…”
“Are you guys actually going to kill me?” she whimpers, earning her a buzzer-like sound from Jasper.
