Page 13 of Hide, Little Thief

Right here, right now.

And he does.

I’m so full of my own arousal and his friend’s cum that Reaper pounds into me easily, each thrust making an audible wet sound.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I blush, because all of this is so wrong and dirty, but I can’t stop. It’s as if this man, this ruthless Mafia enforcer, has put a spell on me or something, so I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me.

Because it’s what I want too.

“You’d really like to know?” Holding my gaze, he pistons into me harder. “What it does to me, seeing another man’s cock disappear into this perfect cunt, making you moan and scream and come for him?”

I writhe under him. “Yes!”

Reaper’s still wearing his mask and using my body for his own pleasure, but I don’t care anymore. Not when I get the same kick out of it as him. Maybe even more so, because I still don’t know who he is and what his true intentions are.

Were the stolen files really the reason he showed up tonight, or were they just an excuse? Was he at the pub watching me for hours? Both of them? Did I flirt with them? Pour their drinks? Or did they patiently wait until I closed shop to ambush me outside in the dark?

“It makes me furious.” He places my legs on his shoulders, thrusting into me at a new angle that drives me completely insane. “Makes me wanna fuck you even harder. Punish you for coming on his cock.”

Yes, please.

He pinches my nipple, and I whimper at the sensation.

“Oh . . . oh . . .” My hands search for something to hold onto when the climax inside me starts to build, and I dig my fingers into the cushion. “It’s only as good because . . . you were watching, and . . .”—I cry out as his thumb circles my clit—“also taking part.”

“You love having a cock in both your pussy and your mouth, don’t you, little thief?”

I bite into my lip, staring at the skull mask covering his face.

He increases the pressure on my clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” I throw my head back sobbing. There’s no room for lies and half-truths anymore. “Oh God, yes!”

“Open your mouth.”

I do as he says without hesitating. Without even thinking.

Reaper pushes his index and middle fingers between my lips. I suck on them while his hips pound into me savagely, taking me to new heights.

Fuck, all of this is wrong. Perfectly, disturbingly wrong.

Me, lying naked on the couch in front of him while he’s mostly clothed, his face hidden behind the mask, his eyes roaming over my body. Over my mouth sucking on his fingers, my tits bouncing with each hard thrust, and my nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. We both watch his cock disappear into my pussy again and again, until . . . until I . . .

Just as my climax is about to burst out of me, Reaper stops.

He pulls out his fingers and remains completely still.

“Breathe, Riven.”

I stare at him wide-eyed, but I don’t object. Not after everything that’s already happened in this room tonight.

He doesn’t move an inch, but there’s a tension in his grip and a slight tremor in his muscles. It must cost him enormous willpower to make us both pause.

I suck in air, breathing deep and slow, until the tingling feeling subsides and my muscles relax a bit.

“Good girl.” His thumb traces my lips for a second, then he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, my legs pressed together. He pins me down with his bigger body and thrusts into me from behind.

It’s so fucking tight, and he’s so fucking deep inside of me, that I scream into the cushion, begging for more.