Page 10 of Scream, Little Thief

With that, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth. His other hand moves to the handle, and he pushes it all the way inside—then starts fucking me with it.

“Oh damn!”

Everything in me concentrates on the feeling between my legs, on the ever-growing need and lust and despair, and my embarrassingly wet pussy already clamping around the handle.

A hoarse whimper escapes my throat.

“That’s it,” Reaper rasps, quickening his pace.

His fingers are suddenly on my clit, blurring over it with each thrust.

I hate that he’s right—that all of this is turning me on, and I can’t take it any longer.

“Be a good little slut and come for me. Come for everyone watching.”

He pinches my clit, and the climax rips through my body. I come so hard I almost lose consciousness. Reaper slings his arms around me and keeps me upright, never stopping fucking me with the handle, until the last tremors have left my body.

I turn my head, panting, incredulous, searching for his gaze.

His eyes are piercing and full of heat when he grabs my face. “You have no idea how hot that was.”

The need in his voice is almost palpable, and I can’t help but smile at his praise.

More men have now found their way into the secret room, making the total five. Five men, all of them wearing black clothes, identical masks covering their faces, like something straight out of a horror movie. They’re surrounding us, watching every move, listening to every sound I make, moaning with their dicks in their hands.

Two of them come with a deep grunt, their eyes fixed on the handle in my pussy. Three are still hard, staring at us, waiting for what will happen. Waiting their turn.

My gaze snaps back to Reaper, and I moisten my lips. “What’s next?”

“Next,” he says and carefully pulls out the handle, his hands gripping my hips firmly to turn me around so I can lean on the backrest, “I’m going to fuck you in front of everybody. But before that . . .”

He takes a big step back, letting the other guys come closer.

CHAPTER SEVEN

My heart in my throat, I look around, watching three men closing in on me. Their cocks are out on display, hard and glistening with pre-cum from watching Reaper fuck me with the handle of the whip.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so, little thief.” Reaper’s voice is a dare and a warning alike.

Before I can grasp what’s happening, two men have sat next to me, one on each side, while the third kneels in front of me. Rough fingers travel over my sensitive skin, and hot mouths place kisses on my neck and my inner thighs, sending waves of bliss through my body.

I let them do to me whatever they want, let them use me however they see fit, trusting Reaper knows me well enough by now to give me everything I need, even if it’s not him touching and tasting me.

Lips close over both my nipples and start sucking, licking, nibbling.

I throw my head back and moan, fighting against the belt still tying my hands behind my back.

How am I supposed to stay calm in a situation like this? How am I supposed to hold it together when I’m about to shatter into a million pieces?

Breathe, Riven. Just breathe.

Hands spread my legs wide enough for everyone to see all of me. Warm breath grazes my clit, followed by gloved fingertips. Lips suck on just the right spot on the side of my neck.

I can’t take it anymore. Everything in me tightens, trembling on the edge of surrender.

“Don’t.” Reaper’s harsh voice cuts through me like a knife. “Do not come. Not yet.”

I snap open my eyes and suck in a breath, biting my lip hard. Sweat glistens on my skin. My body’s strung so tight I’m trembling. It takes an enormous amount of self-control to push the lingering climax down, but that doesn’t stop me from pleading with my eyes. Pleading for Reaper to allow me to come.