Page 17 of Trick me. Treat me

Behind me, I catch the heavier, steady pound that sounds familiar to Ryker’s boots. The memory of him stalking me through the kitchen not so long ago making my pulse stutter.

The house looms ahead, the back sliding doors a rectangle of faint light through the last stretch of trees. I’m so close I can taste it. My lungs burn, my thighs shake, but I throw myself toward the glass with everything I have. But it doesn’t matter, because a solid body slams into me from behind.

My face smashes against the cold pane, cheek flattened, breath fogging the surface in little frantic clouds. One massive arm bands around my waist, pinning me there. Ryker’s voice growls low against my ear, rough enough to make my empty pussy clench.

“Caught you, pretty girl.”

Knoxx appears at my side a second later, neon eyes glowing as he tips his head. “Aww. You were so close.” The mock sympathy in his voice has my anger flaring. “Almost tasted freedom. Shame.”

Ryker releases me just for Kai to haul me up like a rag doll, throwing me over his shoulder again to carry me inside. The warmth of the house hits my frozen skin like a slap, my body stinging in ways I’ve never felt before. He dumps me onto my knees in the middle of the living room rug without any care.

A soft meow cuts through the tension as Mr. Pickles trots in from the kitchen, tail high completely unbothered by the three masked men surrounding me.

“Mr. Pickles, no. Run away,” I gasp.

Ryker crouches, scoops the cat up into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and cuddles him against his chest. The skull balaclava tips down as he scratches behind the cats ears.

“Hey, Pickles. Did you take care of our pretty girl?”

Mr. Pickles purrs loud, head-butting Ryker’s chin with shameless affection.

I stare, mouth agape. “You freaking traitor!”

Ryker’s laugh is deep and warm, rolling straight down my spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake. The cat jumps down, gives my bare leg one soft nuzzle, then trots off toward the kitchen like nothing at all is wrong right now.

Kai steps in front of me, his cracked mask tilting. “So, Violet. Are you going to be a good girl now?”

My head snaps up. “How do you know who I am?”

Knoxx snorts. “Oh, little bunny. You really don’t remember?” He puts on a high, mocking little-girl voice, complete with exaggerated breathiness. “I’d die of happiness if I got hunted through the woods by masked men. Like, properly hunted. Knives and everything. And then they just… use me.” He drops his voice, neon eyes illuminating the space. “Random squads. Late nights. You were wasted and talking shit into the mic like the rest of us couldn’t hear every filthy little fantasy you had.”

Heat floods my cheeks so fast it hurts. Memories slam into me of said drunken nights, laughing too loud into my headset, saying things I never thought would leave the game.

Ryker’s voice is softer, almost gentle. “So we’re just making your dreams come true, baby girl.”

I scoff, pure bratty defiance rising up even though my pulse is still racing. “I also said I’d love it if they fucked with each other too. You gonna do that?”

Ryker doesn’t hesitate. “Oh, pretty girl. Knoxx was already sucking my cock while he had his fingers buried deep in that pretty pussy of yours.”

My stomach flips, butterflies and arousal battling it out. “You’re lying.”

Knoxx walks straight over to Ryker and drops to his knees. He lifts the bottom of his mask just enough to free his mouth, revealing a strong jaw, a shadow of stubble and the dark edge of tattoos crawling up his neck. He shoves Ryker’s hoodie up, revealing a hard, tattooed stomach, then pulls his cock free. He’s thick and already hard. Knox leans in and takes Ryker deep without a single word of warning.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Ryker groans, head tipping back. “Such a good boy for me, Knoxx.” His large hand fists in Knoxx’s hair and forces him further down, the wet sound of it filling the room.

I can’t look away, utterly transfixed by the sight in front of me.

Kai drops to his knees behind me, wrapping one hand around my throat in a firm, possessive hold. The other glides over my soft stomach, sliding under the waistband of my shorts, a single finger tracing over my clit so lightly I almost sob.

“Want to come again while you watch them, little slut?”

The barely-there stroke has my hips chasing him instantly. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” he growls against my ear through the mask.

“Yes please,” I whimper.

He keeps teasing—slow, mean circles that never give me enough pressure. I grind against his hand like the desperate thing I’ve become while Knoxx sucks Ryker with filthy, wet enthusiasm. Ryker’s deep green eyes stay locked on me the entire time, dark with hunger.