Page 11 of Scream, Little Thief

My gaze never once leaves his face, and he’s all I see while three of his friends pleasure me in the most deliciously torturous of ways, while the other two stand next to us watching.

Suddenly, Reaper stalks toward us, and I can’t help but notice how everyone gives way without him having to utter a word. Standing right in front of me now, he grabs my knees, spreading my thighs even wider.

“You didn’t come,” he says.

I shake my head and bite into my lip again, my heart pounding like crazy. Anticipation and longing burn in my veins.

“Good girl.” Reaper holds my gaze, ignoring the others standing around us. Then he unzips his pants and takes his dick out. It’s as big as I remember it, with pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Wetting my lips, I look back up into his eyes as he moves closer. He rubs his cock between my legs, wets it with my arousal, then positions himself at my entrance.

Not once does he break eye contact.

I’m a shivering, sweating mess, teetering on the edge, while he’s in full control. Of himself. Of the situation. Of my body.

He enters me with a hard thrust that sends me spiraling. I cry out as a new orgasm tears through me, wreaking havoc. Then I burst into pieces right in front of him—in front of all of them—not able to hold back a second longer.

Reaper ruts into me while I’m half sitting, half lying on my back, tits bouncing, legs spread wide, hands tied behind me, while everyone watches him fucking me.

Just as he promised.

And I let him. I want him to coax all the pleasure from my body, because he’s the only one who can. The only one I’d do such sinful, forbidden things with, even if I won’t say it out loud.

But then he stops all of a sudden and pulls out. I whimper at the loss, but he doesn’t grant me the slightest time to think about it. Instead he grabs my upper arms and pulls me to my feet, turning me around swiftly. One second, my hands are tied by his belt. The next, I’m free again, and kind of disappointed about it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“You know what to do.” Reaper takes a step back, pointing to the nearest wall.

I shiver from the tension and the thrill of it all, but I don’t hesitate. This time, I don’t try to run or fight him. I do exactly what he expects me to do.

Without looking back, I position myself in front of the hedge, my legs spread like the good girl I am, fingers gripping the branches for support.

Not knowing what’s happening behind me only magnifies the suspense.

None of the men utter a word. But one of them approaches me.

Hands roam over my naked skin, over my back, to my bottom. Hands that don’t belong to Reaper. And yet I don’t move when the stranger stands between the wall and me. His fingers are back on my body, his lips kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples until I moan.

Then Reaper comes up behind me again, his hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.

The stranger gets down on his knees in front of me, his masked face now eye level with my pussy. But he doesn’t continue.

“You want him to lick you?” Reaper asks.

Lost for words, I can only nod.

“Tell him,” he orders. “Tell him exactly what you want him to do, baby.”

My cheeks blush fiercely, but I’m too far gone now to care anymore. “I . . . I want you to lick my pussy until I scream.”

The man shows me a devastatingly handsome grin, then he grabs my hips and buries his face between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends white-hot lightning through my core. I throw my head back and moan, leaning on Reaper, who’s keeping me upright when my legs want to give in.

“Feeling good?” he asks while the other man licks my pussy.

I nod, panting.