36. Chapter 31
The sensation is overwhelming, my senses flooding with the musky scent of male mixed with shampoo and soap and woodsy cologne. I can feel their warm hands on my skin, calloused fingers, and rough grips. But I can’t see them and that creates a desperate, almost primal need to bloom between my thighs.
“Ours,” Striker rasps before his mouth claims mine.
The familiar feeling of his skin against mine again makes my chest pang with longing. I clench my hands into fists, aching to reach for him. To feel the outline of his jaw and the hardness of the long muscles in his back.
Hands slip up under my dress, tugging at the hem to expose my thighs. Someone’s calloused fingers graze my collarbone, trailing them down my chest to the neckline of my dress. With a forceful tug, the fabric rips open, the sound tearing through me. Hands, maybe the same, maybe different, drag across the thin material of my bra, then move under it, long fingers kneading my breast. When a hot mouth skims over the top of my thigh like a promise, I groan, spreading my legs, waiting for what’s coming.
“Viper, Breaker.” Reaper’s seductive voice breaks through the lust. He”s still holding me solidly to the table by my hands and the belt at my neck. Knuckles brush over my cheek and I know it’s him. I think I’d know his touch from any other’s for the rest of my life. That gentleness is burned into my memory. “Bring her to the edge.”
“Lift your hips, Sweetheart,” Viper says, voice smooth. I obediently tilt my hips, allowing him to push my dress up slowly, careful not to let the material drag over the sore skin at my rear. Fingers wrap around my thigh, shifting me forward. “Such a good girl for us,” he praises. “We knew you wanted us touching you.”
“That’s why you wanted us to watch,” Reaper murmurs in my ear. “You wanted us to come into that room and fuck you.”
I nod even though it feels perverse to do so. I did. As much as I wanted Cora’s kiss, I wanted them just as desperately. Their hands on me, like they are now. All over. The word tumbles out with a breathy exhale. “Yes.”
It’s like the single word unleashes something. Not just within me, but them. My legs are lifted and hooked over someone’s shoulders, then fingers are moving into me. One at first, then two, then three stretching me deliciously, fingers driving in and out slowly, like they’re savoring the feel of me. As one set of fingers slips out, another replaces it.
“So fucking wet already,” Viper hisses with appreciation, letting me know it’s his hand now, moving into me with a roughness that makes me moan.
A guttural cry escapes my lips as Viper’s mouth lands on my clit with a soft kiss. “Oh fuck,” I breathe, turning my face toward Reaper, but he shifts, moving just out of reach, making my chest feel like it’s going to collapse.
The slick sound of Viper driving his fingers into me fills the room. A hot breath brushes against my inner thigh before his warm lips descend on my wetness, sucking me in. Angling my hips lower, I cry out again when I feel kisses—someone else, Breaker maybe—on my other thigh as Viper’s tongue swirls around my clit. Another mouth latches onto my hard nipple, sending heated waves through me. Viper’s mouth between my thighs devours me, sucking and licking until I’m straining against Reaper’s grasp, driving my pussy harder into that wicked mouth, chasing my release. My back arches off the table, the sting of pain from my sore skin only adding to the pleasure. But just as I feel myself about to trip over the edge, it all stops.
Hands leave. My legs are dropped. Mouths no longer kiss me with hungry intent.
“What are you doing?” My mind splinters in different directions, but before I can make sense of anything, a hand slaps against my pussy and I groan. The feral woman within me awakens once again—hungry and ready for more.
Reaper’s voice pierces through the darkness, taunting me. “Pretty little Kitten thinks we’re going to let her come.”
My breathing slows as I try to process his words.
Let her come.
When the meaning of his statement settles, I jerk my hands, trying to break from his grasp. “Fucking asshole, ” I snap, my voice hoarse with frustration.
“We’ve established that,” Reaper responds, shifting to press my hands harder to the table. The belt squeezes, cutting into my skin. To the others, he commands, “Again.”
When they all touch me again, I cry out at the shock. It’s more brutal this time. Two sets of hands knead my breasts, pinching nipples, while a mouth teases between my legs, but there’s a bite to this pleasure. Instead of soft tongue flicks, it’s little nibbles and sharp sucks. They bring up my legs by the ankles and brace them on the table’s edge, exposing me completely. The belt tightens. A hot tongue slides from my clit to my opening, delving deep inside me. I hear Breaker’s groan, drowning out my own. I press my shoulders into the table, hips moving in circles, my breaths shallow as he licks and sucks, devouring me sloppily like he’s starved. Like he’s been craving this moment since he first tasted me.
Then it stops. The belt loosens.
“Fuck!” I scream, struggling against the grip on my ankles, but it only tightens, keeping me splayed open like a helpless butterfly with its wings pinned down.
“Such a temper,” Striker says. I feel fingers—I think his—drag down my body before slipping slowly into me. I choke on a moan. When he withdraws his fingers, he spreads me open and says, “Viper, finger fuck her while Breaker devours this pink cunt.”
Viper drives his fingers in roughly. Breaker sucks me into his mouth, wet and soft against Striker’s warm fingers. My back arches off the table, a throaty groan breaking free as I spiral toward the edge. Then I’m there. Panting. About to slip over.
“She’s too close,” Striker says and they all back away.
I’m left teetering on the edge. The sound of my desperate, needy whimpers fills the room along with their heavy breathing, and for a moment I marvel at their self control. My entire body feels like a live wire, coiled up and sparking with heat, ready to spring loose and catch fire. Like I’m about to break free of my skin.
“Again.”
This time I swear I feel two tongues, and two sets of fingers as Striker holds me open.
“She’s fucking divine,” Breaker groans. “You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”
“Please,” I choke out, writhing against Reaper’s firm hold, against the grip on my ankles.
“That’s right, Tiny Thing, beg for it.”
Fingers slap harshly to my clit. My spine curves, my body drawn tight like a bowstring.
Viper’s gravelly moan as he tongues at me roughly, as Reaper tightens the belt around my throat, as fingers slip deep into me, as hands drag over my belly, nearly trips me over, but they seem to sense it and back off.
“Beg me more, Sweetheart,” Viper says, letting his tongue drag over my clit. “Tell me how badly you need to come.”
Their hands move over me once again, pushing me to the brink but refusing to let me fall over.
Thisis my punishment. Being driven to the edge repeatedly, only to be yanked back right before I fall over, keeping me precariously close, wishing they’d push me, send me head first into oblivion.
“Please,” I whisper, all shame rushing out with my beg. “Please, just let me come.”
“So pretty,” Reaper whispers, his lips grazing my cheek. Another sob escapes as I turn my face to him, but he backs away, denying me that small bit of closeness. “I love it when you beg. It sounds like defeat.”
They continue their cruel game, but instead of begging, I choke on a sob. The pleasure is so intense it’s painful. My chest constricts, my mind flashing on images of them over the weeks. An ungloved hand caressing my cheek before handing me the knife. Breaker’s gentle touch along my thigh and his masked kiss on my shoulder. Striker’s silken lips tasting my skin as the chilly wind carried my moans away from the garden. Reaper’s feather-light touch and harsh bite. It all spins in my head, driving me to this point of ecstasy and agony.
The belt tightens and Reaper’s lips press to my forehead. I gasp, my body feeling like it’s expanding. Like they each have a part of me and are tugging more and more of me free.
When it becomes too much, my feet slipping over the side of the cliff, they stop and an enraged scream tears free, breaking on a sob. My heart aches, bleeds, torn apart, so desperate for something they can’t give me. I want to wrap myself in them, smother myself in their embrace until this bone-deep pain, this hideous need for things I can’t even name, goes away.
“Enough,” Striker says, but I barely hear him.
The leather belt around my throat is loosened and removed. When they release my ankles, my legs fall limply, trembling from being tense for so long. Reaper lets go of my wrists and I turn to my side, drawing my knees up, my entire body shaking.
“Come here, Kitten.” Reaper’s rough voice breaks through my tears, and I feel him scoop me up in his arms. I tuck myself against him, looping my arms weakly around his neck. His scent—musk and male and a hint of smokey cologne—just makes me cry harder.
Reaper carries me across the house and up the stairs. I hear the familiar slide of the bolt, the creak of a door opening, and then Cora’s exasperated cry.
“What did you do to her?” she whispers.
The blindfold falls away, but I keep my head tucked into Reaper’s chest, just breathing him in. When he lowers me, I cling to him, scared if I let go, he’ll take that last piece of me with him.
“Delly.” Cora’s soft hands gently massage my tense back, sending tremors of pleasure through me.
“Take care of our girl,” Reaper says, then the door closes behind me.
Tears stream down my face as I collapse to my knees.
She kneels next to me, asking in a hushed voice, “What the fuck did they do to you?”
My body’s spun up tight, needing to unravel. I grip her by the back of her head and forcefully pull her mouth to mine. She gasps at my roughness, but then melts into me as my tongue slips past her lips.
“Please,” I beg, desperately needing release.
Cora nods, but she doesn’t understand. I need to come. To completely unravel. To shatter until I’m no longer me. I guide her hand between my thighs, and she slips a finger inside as she devours me with a fierce kiss. But it’s still not enough. I need more. I need them.
“Please,” I choke out and she leans back, breaking our kiss, brushing hair away from my face.
“I have you,” she whispers, laying me back on the floor as she pushes up my dress. Feeling raw and exposed, I spread my legs greedily for her, hiking the fabric higher as she thrusts two, then three fingers into me. Tilting my hips to meet her hand, I fist her hair as she leans over to kiss me. When she moves lower and pulls the torn material away from my breast, I cry out at the sting of pain as she takes a nipple between her teeth.
“Fuck,” I grit out, writhing under her. “Cora.” They brought me to the edge so many times, nothing but violence will satisfy this carnal desire. Only savagery will feed this feral woman within me.
“I know,” she whispers, moving even lower, lightly kissing down my belly to between my thighs. She’s being too gentle to do me any good, but when her lips press against my clit, she does it hard. Then she sucks me roughly into her mouth and I scream out in pleasure, gripping her hair as I watch her suck me into her pretty mouth. She looks up at me through long lashes, smiling as she sucks again. And again. When she swirls her tongue against my clit, the world explodes violently, my scream cutting through the room. I fall back onto the floor, heart hammering as my orgasm subsides.
“Jesus,” she says, slowing her thrusting hand. When my breathing returns to normal and my mind works again, I sit up on my elbows and look at her. Her brows knit at whatever she sees in my face. “What happened?”
I’m ruined. The men who kidnapped us have manipulated my emotions, making me care if they get hurt. We’re trapped here, in this old mansion in the middle of nowhere, cut off from reality.
“I don’t think we’re going home,” I finally say, but I don’t know what to make of her smile.