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A low groan pulls my attention, and I watch Anthony’s face while Vander wraps his arms around me. “Wait for it…” he whispers, not wanting to speed up the man’s path to lucidity. His eyelashes flutter and his head slowly lifts from where his chin was resting on his chest. Then all of a sudden, he starts jerking. His whole body swings back and forth as the chain works as a pendulum.
“Fuck. Please let me go. I thought I was here for a talk. I swear I didn’t mean to touch her! Don’t cut my face off.” His shouts fill the space between the four walls and the reverberations bouncing off them and coming back to us are a sweet chorus to my ears.
Cole stands next to me with a scowl on his face. “I can’t wait to skin his cheek clean off. Spit in this cup for me would you, sweet thing?”
Ew. What?
“Why?” I question, pulling my head back in surprise and hitting Vander in the chin.
“I really liked your cut off his dick idea, but I’ve decided I don’t want you close enough to spit on it, and doing it without the spit wouldn’t be nearly as terrifying for him.” Cole’s green eyes have deepened in color, darkness having crossed over them showing what he’s been keeping hidden. Why he hasn’t shown me his best side yet is beyond me, but maybe this is what he was trying to tell me on the plane.
“How about you spit on it, and I get to cut it off?” I coo, loud enough for the man in question to hear me. He squeals and pulls his legs up trying to hide himself from us.
Cole moves to stand in front of me, sandwiching me against Vander. His body presses into mine, and as if it triggered a switch, the plug turns on. The unexpected pleasure has my eyelids fluttering closed with a sigh. His lips land on mine, and I melt into the kiss, missing the taste of him.
When he pulls away, his fingers pinch my chin before his thumb traces them. “Look at me,” he commands. “I know cock removal is a fun temptation, but I’ll punish you in the not fun way if you touch any new ones.” The threat rolls smoothly off his tongue, and the truth behind it turns me on when it shouldn’t. “Now hurry up with Vander so we can get to my turn.”
He steps away, and I miss the warmth he brings. It’s always the same with them. They cause such a visceral reaction in me, I notice when they step away.
Vander hands me the bat again. I didn’t even realize I’d released it. “You want to make sure you keep your form, Raven. No injuries on my watch,” he says with a chuckle. The use of my assassin name makes me feel truly seen by him in this moment. He didn’t use any of my nicknames, which is what Remi has become now. A nickname they all use for me.
His hands straighten my shoulders and he places my grip on the wood. “Like so?” I ask, and he nods against my neck.
His knee slides between my legs before kicking my feet apart. When he’s happy with how I’m standing, he continues with his instructions. “Your intentions will affect how much power you want to put behind your swing. Maximum damage, maximum power… I think you get the idea.”
Without warning, his arms swoop back and I’m cradled between his strong biceps. The bat swings through the air and lands on Anthony’s outer thigh. The impact has him swaying again and the thud of the wood meeting his body makes a muted thwack sound.
Well, that was slightly disappointing.
“I bet it would make a better sound if he was naked,” I comment out loud.
“Right you are, Little Bird.” Jasper is standing with Grayson at the tool bench where it looks like he’s teaching him how to pick locks. Warmth bursts through me at seeing him bringing Grayson further into the fold. Jasper picks up a dagger and strides toward us. “Let me help you with that.”
He makes quick work of sliding the sharp blade through the clothes covering the man, but my eyes stay transfixed on Jasper. His muscles ripple under his clothes as he works, and it has me biting my lower lip. I love having them here with me like this.
When he finishes, his smile makes his dimple pop out as his eyes land on me. He saunters to stand in front of me and uses his thumb to pull my lip free. “There you go, Raven.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out, transfixed by the sparkle in his gaze. I wonder if they’re having as much fun being here with me in person instead of watching through a screen and having to make quick plans to help me cover up my impulsive kills.
“Of course, Little Bird.” My hand not holding the bat slides up his chest and around his neck, yanking him to my lips. His hands land on my hips and grind me into his hard on. He deepens the kiss, the slight scruff on his face scratching at my skin, and his hands continue to my ass, squeezing the cheeks. He doesn’t stop there though. One of his fingers moves to the plug and shifts it around. The vibration pattern speeds up making me moan.
“Jasper,” I pant, my chest starting to heave with how turned on I am. Right about now I’d be happy to let anyone else finish off my subject if it meant I’d be getting finished off too.
“Ravenmaster was kind enough to give each of us the controls to the plug,” he admits in my ear, hands traveling under my shirt. “But I also promised Vander I wouldn’t take you until he was able to properly apologize. Sorry, Remi.”
He pulls away, leaving me in a daze. I’m so horny that it takes me a second to realize what he said. I snap a hand around his wrist, hauling him back to me. “Why would you agree to that?”
His eyes search my face and his hand cups my cheek, rubbing his thumb over it. “Because I know how much pain he’s in seeing us being able to touch you when you’ve been giving him a cold shoulder. Even the way you’ve been tonight is a reminder that you’ll rip it all out from under him again.”
The sweet touch turns more bruising when he grips my chin and turns my head to face Vander where I find him staring at us. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off me for long, but then again none of them can. “Look at the pain in his eyes. It burns him up from the inside. He hates what he’s done and is desperately trying to figure out the best way into your good graces again.”
He presses a kiss to my cheek and returns to Grayson. From the first moment I met Jasper, he’s always been imploding my world with truth bombs. I fucking hate it. He throws them like a grenade and walks away before he can be touched by them, leaving me to navigate the wreckage.
Vander must see something in my expression because he doesn’t berate Jasper for telling me. I know he had to have heard. He gives me a slightly hopeful smile and decides not to address anything. Instead trying his luck by holding his arms out, offering to help me swing some more even though I don’t need it. We’re both merely using it as a lame excuse for him to hold me.
I move into his embrace, and this time the resounding smacks coming from my victim are much more along the lines of what I wanted in the first place. Knowing our time has run its course, he steps away, gesturing to Cole that it’s his turn.
I’m momentarily lost in my thoughts as he approaches me with that manic desperation for violence on his face. Jasper couldn’t help it, he went and made me evaluate the possibility of forgiveness twice in one day. Leaving me with his thoughts, not trying to force them on me, only phrasing them to the point where I can’t help but roll them over and over, processing them.
