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“We’re not answering any more questions at this time.”
“Six… Five….”
It’s inthismoment that fear finally comes out to play. Not full blown, but it’s clear the unknown and what we’re capable of doing has finally kicked in. Instincts have as well, her gaze scanning the room for any way out.
There isn’t one.
“Three… Two…”
“Okay, okay, smash! I pick smash!”
“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” I coo, locking my grip around her throat. The blade is next, pulled free from her cleavage and tossed somewhere beside us. “You made the right choice. The question now is…where do we start with you?”
“Let me see your face,” she rasps, reaching out for my mask.
Unfortunately for her, I’m too fast, swiftly switching my grasp on her neck for her wrists, binding them over her head in one hand. “That’s not on the itinerary, little bird. The masks stay on.”
“At least give her your lips, brother. You know you wanna taste hers,” Jasper says as he presses himself behind me.
Raven’s eyes widen, more still when she notices his fingers undoing my belt, then the button and a bit of the zipper. “Y-you guys are related?”
“Not by blood. He’s my stepbroth—” I exhale harshly, shuddering as Jasper continues his descent and tugs on my mask enough to reveal my mouth. “Stepbrother.”
“Kiss her,” he insists, pushing me impossibly closer.
I’m literally sandwiched between their bodies; soft, plush curves at my front, hard, chiseled lines at my back.
More often than not, I’m the one who calls the shots, but I oblige to his command almost on cue, ducking my head enoughto smash my lips against hers. Raven moans softly on contact and somehow manages to wriggle her wrists free, her fingers clenching at my hoodie for purchase. And this time, I don’t stop her. My hands greedily make their way to her ass of their own accord, squeezing harshly and unforgivably. Behind us, my brother groans in appreciation and seals a firm hand around my cock, his strokes languid but purposeful.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, dipping my tongue into her mouth as she opens for me.
She’s intoxicatingly sweet, like every candy being dished out on the streets tonight, and yet I can faintly taste beer, too. It’s a delicious combination.
Likethem.
I’m harder than a brick in a minute flat, taking my fill of the woman in front me and slowly flexing my hips into the grip behind me.
“Ghost,” she whispers against my lips, mewling as I give another good squeeze to her ass. “Touch me already.”
That name does something to me, so much that I don’t bother correcting her. She doesn’t need to know my name for me to get her off. Without a single word, I do as she’s asked, kicking her legs apart. My hand wanders to the warm space between her thighs and finds three small snaps keeping her decent. I undo them deftly and almost lose it when I can feel how wet she is through the holes of her fishnets.
No, actually, Idolose it,easing away from her mouth to watch as I grasp the stockings in both hands…and rip.
CHAPTER SIX
RAVEN
Ghost hissesas he rips through the center of my fishnets, leaving me on display and exposed to his gaze. I should be shy, right? More self-conscious? Afraid for my fuckinglife?I mean, here I am allowing two strange men to have their way with me after they singled me out from my friends, cornered me, andthreatenedme. And yet…I’ve never felt more alive, out here living my best masked man fantasy as if they couldn’t turn on me and actually kill me any second now. Either I have a few too many screws loose or I read too much smut for my own good.
Probably both.
“Goddamn, that’s a pretty pussy,” Ghost husks out, his thumbs gliding through my lips to spread me apart.
Jason hums in agreement and withdraws his hand from his brother’s pants. “She looks juicy, too.”
The words barely make their way into existence before Ghost drops to his haunches and replaces his thumbs with his tongue. My eyes all but roll to the back of my head, hands clenching the shelves at my back me as the sensation ripples through my body like wildfire. It’s been a while since my last hook-up, and let metell you—it shows. He keeps that up and I’m gonna be gushing like a waterfall in no time.
Jason uses our new positions to his advantage and inches himself closer, his mask lifted enough to expose his mouth. Locking a rough hand around my jaw, he turns my head toward him and licks his lips, a wicked grin revealing perfect gleaming whites. “My turn, little bird.”
