Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
BAILEY
Somebody pinch me.
Every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had is coming to life at the hands of three masked men, and I don’t give a single fuck about fighting it. They seem to know me in ways that no man has ever cared enough to try, and I’m done pretending to be afraid.
They’re fucking dangerous.
Every instinct I have should be screaming at me to run, but there’s a darkness hidden somewhere in the depths of my being, something sick and twisted that has me starving, desperate for a taste of their brand of torment, no matter how wrong it is.
The floorboards creak beneath the weight of the tall strangers, now standing at my side, and I feel their warmth roll over me, sending a wave of need straight to my desperate pussy, already fucking dripping for them.
Myers closes in on my left, while Ghost’s body brushes against my right, and I just want to tell them to hurry their asses up, because all this edging is cute and everything, but my panties are fucking ruined.
“You want to taste her, don’t you?” the Jason guy says. I don’t know which one he’s speaking to, maybe both, but it feels like they’re waiting for him to give the green light before they touch me.
“Yes, Sir,” they answer in unison, and Jesus H Christ, there’s no mistaking who calls the fucking shots here.
Jason gives the smallest nod, and the monsters at my side waste no time.
Their hands are already on my body, sliding across my skin with practiced ease.
They tug at the seams of my costume, peeling away the fabric and stripping me down piece by piece until I’m standing completely bare before them in the moonlight.
I wish I could see the looks on all their faces, because if their pause is anything to go by, I’d say they like what they see.
“Chain her,” Jason orders, and I squeeze my thighs together by instinct, desperate for even the smallest friction.
I need them, and I need them now. Through the shadows, I catch the gleam of the Jason guy’s eyes through his mask, and he shakes his head with an unspoken ‘no’.
My breath catches, and I immediately straighten, my body obeying before my mind can protest, hating how perceptive he is.
Ghost seizes my wrist, pinning it high above my head, before Myers works on the other, instantly locking me in place. I tug at the restraints, my pulse spiking with anticipation. I look up and freeze. My wrists aren’t just bound, they’re padlocked.
How the hell did I miss the padlocks?
Ghost shifts behind me, his presence like an ominous shadow, and I bite my lip when Myers moves in closer.
I do a double-take when I realize that he’s now naked and come to fucking momma, he’s hot.
Silver light pours over him, tracing every sharp edge of his ripped body, and I want to trail my tongue along the ink sprawled across his skin.
It’s not light enough for me to distinguish the designs, but come on, he’s got tattoos, that’s all that counts.
Ghost’s hands grab my ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze before slapping me. I squeal in surprise as he smooths his hands over my skin, lightly throbbing, and fuck if it doesn’t make me hot.
“Did you like that, Harlequin?” Ghost’s tone is dark and demanding, sending every nerve in my body into overdrive. Goosebumps ripple across my skin when Jason steps away from the shadows before stopping directly in front of me, close enough that I can feel his warmth, even without his touch.
“Do you trust us?” he asks, and this is the part where I should remind him that they literally just murdered my ex-boyfriend, but instead, I nod.
Because, for some stupid fucking reason unbeknownst to me, I do trust them.
“Say it, baby girl,” he presses. I can feel his gaze burning every inch of my naked body, but I don't cower.
I’ve never been one to care about nakedness.
I mean, I’m not a nudist, but I am proud of my body. This is me, unapologetically, and no one should ever feel ashamed for being exactly who they are.
“Give me one good reason why I should trust you. Any of you. After everything you’ve done,” I say, because I figure that if they were going to kill me, they would have done it already. And if that was their plan all along, to fuck me and then kill me, well… shit. I didn’t think that far.
“Trusting us is essential to your pleasure, Bailey. And as for what we did, you don’t look the least bit bothered by it.
In fact…” his gaze drags down my body, lingering on my bare pussy.
“... I’d bet your soaked little pussy throbs at the thought of us killing Harley.
I bet there’s a depraved fucking demon lurking in the dark spaces of your mind that gets off on the fact that three men, hidden behind masks, took the trash out for you,” he says, before stepping in closer.
His hard, naked body, also inked, I realize, presses against mine, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.
For fuck’s sake, Bailey.
I’m not fooling anyone at this point.
“See? Your body is giving you away, baby girl. So what’s it gonna be? Do. You. Trust. Us?” he says, exaggerating every syllable until it vibrates through me, and I give in on a sigh.
“Yes. I trust you. I give you my consent,” I breathe, and the words barely leave my mouth before a low, guttural groan breaks from all three of them at once.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Jason says, his tone dark, steady, and I can feel the heat radiating off his perfectly sculpted body.
God, he’s like a masked, murdery version of Thor.
I swear he’s carved from the things the gods were made out of, and I just want him to fuck me already.
“I’m gonna blindfold those sinful ‘fuck me’ eyes of yours until your world belongs to us.
Then, we’re gonna take off our masks and devour you fucking whole.
We’ll have you blind with pleasure until the only world that makes sense to you is the one where we are balls fucking deep inside your perfectly wet cunt.
You want that, Bailey?” Uhh, do birds fly? Hell yes, I want that.
“I want whatever you’re willing to give me,” I say, and in the next breath, darkness covers my eyes, and I can’t see a damn thing.
“You need a safe word, Harlequin,” Ghost whispers in my ear from behind, and I realize his hands are on either side of my hips, pinning me against him.
He’s also naked.
Alright. Act cool.
His big, hard cock presses against my bare ass, and I feel like I’m dying in the best way imaginable. I bite my bottom lip, remembering how good he tasted, and the fact that he's pierced almost sends me toppling over the edge before they even get to touch me.
“Roman,” I finally say, and everyone stills around me.
“M-my safe word is Roman.” I don't know why my stepbrother's name is the first thing that comes to mind, but it kinda feels right, because despite wanting him, Colton, and Jace as desperately as I do, they're the line I cannot cross. Well, maybe not so much because I can’t, but more like I won't, because they've made it pretty clear that they don't want me.
They define the place I’ll never be, and God, I wish that I could stop thinking about them.
Tonight isn't about them. Tonight is about me, and I'm taking back the power they stripped from me when I left their house the other day.
“Spread your legs, baby. I wanna feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Just like that naughty mouth of yours did,” Ghost says as he kicks my legs apart from behind with a rough nudge, then slowly glides his palm from my shoulder, down my spine, settling on my lower back.
“Bend,” he commands, and I obey because there’s something in the way he’s ordering me around that leaves no room for defiance.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he praises, and I almost pass out from the sheer ecstasy swirling within his words.
Pure, unadulterated need ripples through me, settling in the spot between my legs, and I lift my head to see…
something, but it’s dark as shit with the mask in the way.
I feel like I’m on fire, and when Ghost slides the tip of his pierced dick along my pussy, I jolt in response, rising onto the tips of my booted toes.
The sound of the chains rattling around us fills the air, feeding the raw euphoria that has me writhing in anticipation. It has been way too long since I’ve had sex, and the world knows how fucking useless Harley is in that department.
Was.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I am on a one way ticket to hell, and I’m not sure I give a shit at this point.
That part should scare me the most, but it doesn’t.
I brush away all thoughts of my ex and focus on the sound of the three, very naked, very hot masked men willing to give me an orgasm.
I am so fucking ready for them it isn’t funny.
“Tell me you want this, Harlequin. Tell me—tell me you want… me,” Ghost chokes out, and I don’t miss the tremble in his voice. Is he holding back on me?
I don’t want him to.
I don’t want any of them to.
I’ll take whatever they’re willing to give, because the odds of this ever happening to me again are slim to none.
A girl knows better than to let an opportunity like this slide.
And it’s that thought that has me throwing caution well and truly to the wind, or however you say it, because I am done with these games.
I want them, I wanted them out in that forest, and I don’t care how that makes me look.
“Please. I need you. I want you all buried so fucking deep inside me that I forget my own name. Please, Sir…” I raise my head, hoping that Jason understands that it’s him that I’m talking to.
“Please, let them fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.
” The growl that escapes Myer’s lips has my own tilting into a cocky smirk.
They’re all ownershippy and shit. Like they're desperate to claim me, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. Footsteps draw closer, each one stealing a little more of my breath.