Chapter 5
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. “We wanna 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…”
“Or smash,” 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 actually dangerous and 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.
“We’re not answering any more questions at this time.”
“Six… Five….”
It’s in this moment 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 enough to 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.
Like them.
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, I do lose it , easing away from her mouth to watch as I grasp the stockings in both hands…and rip.