Page 20 of Dead Woman Walking

Nothing in the world matters but my three psycho men. Then Evander clears his throat and both of the other men back up, like it was some sort ofcue. His long arms wrap around my hips and pull me into the air. My legs wrap around his waist. I’m not a small girl, yet he holds me with ease.

“We,” he spoke, pulling back and looking up at me. His dark emerald eyes engulf me, and I feel so safe and comfortable like this. “Want to try a new position, but I need to know if you want to do this right now?”

My brows pull. The lust-filled cloud hangs over my head for a moment before I realize what he means. “I’m okay, but I would like to get out of here soon so we aren’t caught.”

A knife touches under my chin, and it’s Jaxon. He pulls my face towards his. “Trust and believe anyone that comes in here dies, but you really think we would do this with no guard?”

“Who?” I ask, trying to follow him with my head but he is at my back now.

“You ask too many questions,” Jax mutters, the tip of his knife running over my skin. It isn’t enough to hurt me, but enough to make me feel how sharp it really is.

My body trembles against Evander, even worse now that one of his arms reaches under my skirt from behind. I feel his warmth as the tip of his finger rubs my pussy. Heat blazes and I arch a bit.

The sound of thread being cut fills my ears, and my clothes loosen a bit.

“What is up with you guys ripping my clothes?” I sigh, instantly knowing Jax cut off my dress from the back.

“I am very impatient with things that are mine,” Jax mutters into the shell of my ear, flipping his knife with his free hand. “And let it be known,” he presses the tip into my pulse. “You are ours, and I will murder every son of a bitch that touches you.”

Like a certified sick fuck, his words make my pussy pulse. My eyes catch a glimpse of the smooth silver handle that was inside of me earlier.

“I heard you made my lucky knife luckier,” Jax implies, obviously seeing where my eyes went. “Get down.”

Evander sets me on the ground, and my clothes fall right off me. I stand before my three boyfriends and three dead rapists in crochet-ripped fishnets, combat boots, and my matching black lace bralette.

Kyler’s eyes land on my body, taking in all of me. His hand runs over the outline of his hardness, Ghostface mask attached to his waist.

Today, I spent time running from them and letting them please me. We spent time playing a game while hunting our prey. It was almost thrilling, knowing how far my men would go for me. Blood covered their clothes, and it was all for me.

I drop to my knees, eyes looking up at Kyler. “Come here.”

Instead of just Kyler moving to me, all three men surround me and begin reaching for their belts. This lights a fire under me, and I’m eager to lick and suck on them how they like. I feel small but comfortably small. Like I could say “no” and not a single one would bat their eyes at putting their dicks away and still give me aftercare. I know this because I’ve had times when I just couldn’t bring myself to be naked in front of them or let them touch me.

I am different now.

“You’ll need to get us nice and wet for what we need you for,” Evander explains. “But I have lube, just in case.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, reminding me of the “scared” victim I played.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jax grumbles, fisting my hair and pulling so my face is met with his dick.

Rows of beautiful black barbells line the underside of his cock. The small hoop through the tip winks at me under the moonlight, begging to be sucked and licked on.

Leaning forward, I look up at him and kiss his tip.

“Don’t tease me, Mouse. I’m trying really hard not to be rough with you, and we just don’t have the time to play around.”

Groaning, I kiss his tip again. I want to tease him, especially him. I drop low a bit, running my tongue from the base of his piercings on the underside and then all the way to the tip.

His abs flex with a soft sigh.

I take my time, getting him nice and wet. I know exactly how to flick my tongue and what things he likes and doesn’t like.

The moment Kyler reveals his cock, I am on it, sucking. I switch the style and do exactly what he likes.

“Good girl,” he moans.

Looking up, I see his head dropping back. Heat rushes to my core, and I can feel myself getting wetter. My fingers reach between my thighs, but just as I am about to touch myself, Evander pulls my hand away.

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