Page 12 of Hide, Little Thief

Right?

Or is my imagination working in overdrive? Was the door slightly ajar the whole time? Is somebody there, watching us?

When I try to get a better look, Reaper grabs my hair and pushes my head down. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his dick.

“Fuck, love.” Ghost slams harder into my pussy. “That’s so fucking hot.”

My barely held restraint finally slips away. I groan, feeling my orgasm rise, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge even though someone might be watching us now.

Neither of the men stop, and I can’t anymore. I don’t want to. I’m so close. I need the release.

Reaper’s fingers play with my clit again, and I suck his cock with everything I have.

“Come for us, little thief,” he hisses, fisting my hair. “Come get fucked from both ends. Come like the good little slut you are.”

I cry out as the orgasm tears through my body, my scream only dampened by the hard cock in my mouth. Reaper keeps my head down, pounding into my mouth until he spills deep in my throat, and I swallow every last drop.

Tears and smudges of mascara glisten in my vision when I raise my head, wheezing, my heart pounding from my own climax. Reaper’s gaze doesn’t leave my face. Not when his thumb wipes away the wetness and the makeup from my cheek. Not when his friend, still hard inside me, swears under his breath.

Without warning, Ghost pushes me onto the sofa, face down, ass up. Playtime’s over. He slams into me like a maniac, hard and fast and loud, until he blows his load with one final thrust deep into my pussy.

I turn my head to the side so I can breathe, boneless and totally spent, with cum from a stranger leaking out of me and Reaper’s taste on my tongue.

“Such a good lay.” Ghost pats my ass, then he stands up and gets dressed.

When I find the strength to lift my head and look around, I notice the door is in fact ajar. It wasn’t just my imagination. But does that also mean someone was there watching us the whole time . . .?

Ghost saunters out of the room, sending one last look in my direction. “See you soon, love.”

His unspoken words hang like a threat in the air between us. And like a promise.

There will be a next time.

When the door shuts behind him, deafening silence stretches out.

I can’t think straight anymore. My body is sweaty and blissed-out.

A floorboard creaks, and my muscles tense as Reaper steps closer. My eyes snap to his face, but his mask conceals all emotion.

“Do you know what it’s like to watch another man fuck you?” The hard edge in his voice sends a chill crawling down my spine.

CHAPTER SEVEN

His gaze burns with raw, untamed fury. The air itself seems to crackle with the unspoken threat of lust, danger, and vulnerability.

“Tell me . . .” I turn around to lie on my back, my naked body on full display for him once again. The only item I’m still wearing is my heels.

And while the image of him fully clothed and wearing his mask while he fucks me is familiar, I somehow wish it all away. Part of me wants to see his face and kiss him properly, but I’m certain that’ll never happen.

This man knows everything about me, while I know next to nothing about him. Not even his real name.

The distance between us evaporates as he takes another step toward me.

I brace myself for the inevitable, but I also challenge it.

“What does it do to you?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows to watch him.

The cushion shifts as Reaper kneels in front of me. Without a word, he spreads my legs wide, and I let him. My heart bursts in my chest as he enters me in one long, hard thrust that makes me moan out loud. Loud enough for my boss and Ghost to hear us, if they haven’t left the pub already—but I don’t give a shit. There’s nothing in this world I care about more than letting Reaper fuck the ever-loving life out of me.