Chapter 2
TWO
JUSTIN
Even with the mask on she looks fucking edible.
Her body is like a sculpture of art, the dress she wears enhancing all of her luscious curves and the way her hair is styled has me envisioning wrapping my fist around the ponytail as I slam inside her from behind.
Her mouth parts with a silent gasp and I bite back my grin—without her friend here to lean on, she is forced to face us alone.
Molly Turner has no idea who we are, but the same can’t be said for us.
We have been waiting for this moment and now that it’s here, we’re going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
“You look lonely.” My tone is husky and suggestive as she runs her gaze over each of us. We’re all dressed the same, black button-ups, black slacks, black leather loafers and matching LED masks. All of our masks are illuminated by the blue lights.
“I… I’m not?—”
Bray cuts her off before she can continue stumbling over her words. “You’re not alone now, birdy .” This time, I do allow my smirk to break free behind my mask because he’s right, she does look like a bird in a cage.
“Huh?” she breathes out.
“Are you here for him or for us?” Kingston pushes as he turns his head to the left where Brady is sitting with a group of his team mates and a few puck hoes. Her eyes harden, unlike us Brady is wearing a thin scrap of material that covers his eyes like a Zoro mask, making him easy to be recognized.
She grinds her teeth and slowly peels her gaze from him to focus back on us.
“What are you offering?” Her question stumps me for a moment.
I expected her to scoff and blow us off, making us chase her down but this, her willingness to try something new is refreshing.
I love a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it.
“A night of pain mixed with pleasure,” Bray says.
“We’ll blow your fucking mind and force you beyond your boundaries,” Kingston adds.
“We’ll destroy you for anyone else and make you beg,” I tack on.
She tries to remain unaffected but the shiver that rolls through her body gives her away.
We knew that cockless bastard Brady wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her.
She’s satin and silk and he’s nothing but a wannabe with a chip on his shoulder and a love for spending daddy’s money.
That little fuck needs to be knocked down a peg or ten.
“I came to show him what he lost, but I’m not here for him, I’m here for me.” The fact she didn’t lie shows us that this girl is better than what we thought. I should feel guilty for what we have planned but the truth is, I don’t.
“Let us show you how real men can treat you,” Kingston growls.
Her eyes widen. “Wait. All three?” she squeaks.
“Yeah, birdy, we’re going to rock your fucking world.
If you plan on screaming God’s name, don’t, because that fucker won’t save you from the devilish things we have planned for you tonight.
” Brayden’s sinister words have her panting, a flush working its way up her chest and neck to land on her cheeks.
“One night?” she breathes out.
“One night of pure bliss,” I promise.
She hesitates for a split second but one glance over at Brady with a brunette perched on his lap has her nodding. “Lead the way.”
All three of us laugh, causing her to frown. “I don’t think so,” Kingston says with hunger in his tone.
“What?” she presses.
“You have ten minutes to run. When we catch you, we’re taking you upstairs to bring all your wildest dreams to life and if you’re a good girl, we might even mix in some of your nightmares for fun.
Now, run,” Bray growls. She doesn’t need to be told twice.
She bends down and removes her killer heels, holding them in one hand.
My brows raise at her small size as she is only up to our chests.
Before I can fixate on that too much, she turns and runs through the packed club like a fire is chasing her.
The three of us stand here and watch, we’re all expecting her to head for the exit, making the chase harder, but she bypasses it and goes for the dance floor to get lost in the sea of bodies.
“Revenge is within our grasp, brothers,” Kingston says, chuckling.
“We waiting the ten or we going after her?” I ask, already knowing the answer but I thought it best to be polite and ask regardless. See, I can be respectful.
“Fuck that, fan out and get the girl, I want her on her knees and begging,” Bray snarls, then takes off to the right.
Kingston shoves me and laughs as I stumble, then heads left.
I glare at the fucker’s retreating back then go straight down the middle.
I don’t need to push my way through the crowd, they part for me the second they see me coming.
They know who we are beneath the masks. It’s always been like this for me and my brothers, we give off fuck with me and I’ll fuck you up vibes. We are ruthless on and off the ice.
Molly Turner is about to have her whole world flipped upside down and she doesn’t even know it. Playing hockey has taught us to go after what we want, nothing gets in the way of us getting the win. Nothing.
I spot her up ahead trying to force her way through the throng of people, but they don’t budge.
She spins around, trying to find another escape, but when she spots me her eyes widen and her movements turn frantic.
She starts shoving people and slipping between them to escape.
I know even if she manages to escape me she won’t get past Kingston or Brayden.
I can’t see either of them but I know they are watching her.
She’s the prize and there is no fucking way we are letting her slip through our fingers.
I follow her at a slow pace, I don’t need to push or utter a word as they all part, knowing I’m the predator in here and they are nothing but prey.
Molly makes it to the edge of the dance floor and pauses to look over her shoulder to see if I’m still following. She spots me and her mouth parts, her chest begins to flush. I smirk. She has to know that tonight is only going to end one way.
With her under us, on top of us and screaming so fucking loud even Brady will be able to hear.
Miss Turner will finally get to experience what it’s like to come on a cock and not have to fake it. We’re going to fucking destroy that pussy and tear her apart, all in the name of revenge against our brother.