Page 8 of Hide, Little Thief

And again.

I bite back a moan and force my eyes open.

The second man is standing on the other side of the desk, his eyes raking me over as if he’s already fucking me in his mind.

“Why don’t you take off your dress, love?” It’s an order disguised as a question.

Despite everything, I muster up the courage to snort. “I’d like a name first, before I get naked for someone, you know?”

Heat and pain explode in my ass cheek.

This time I can’t help myself—I moan loudly.

Warmth floods my face, but I don’t give in to the embarrassment. Both of them already know I’m enjoying this treatment more than I’ll ever admit.

“Take it off,” Reaper growls behind me, his palm rubbing my bottom. “Unless you want me to cut it open. Your bra too.”

I hate the way his voice sends a sizzling shiver through my body.

Strong arms help me up but cage me in. I can move, but I can’t run. I can’t escape what’s coming.

And still, I hold the stranger’s gaze despite his mask covering his entire face, even his eyes. I don’t know if he’s amused or angry at my disobedience or⁠—

“Ghost,” he says, to my surprise. “You can call me Ghost.”

Reaper and Ghost. I might not die tonight, but I’m already in hell. Or heaven. Not sure if there’s a difference anymore.

My pulse roars, but at least my fingers don’t tremble when I pull the straps of my dress and my bra over my shoulders. Excruciatingly slowly, to make them both suffer.

When I’ve finally dragged the dress down, my back hits Reaper’s chest again, and his hard cock presses against me.

Electricity zings through my body and hums on my skin, but I don’t stop now. I snap my bra open and let it fall to my feet, until I’m standing there completely naked but for my heels.

Silence fills the room. Barely restrained breaths. The air thickens, and something shifts between us—something dark and powerful.

Ghost curses under his breath. “She’s stunning. You weren’t exaggerating.”

I stare at him in shock, ignoring the warm flutter in my stomach.

Reaper told him about me? About how we met? What we did in that church?

Ghost’s eyes roam my body. Then, in one swift movement, he takes off his shirt but keeps his mask in place.

My gaze travels over his muscular body covered in tattoos, down to his six-pack and the enormous bulge in his pants. All the while, Reaper presses himself against me from behind, his breath on my neck, his hands on my hips, his fingers grazing lazily over my belly and in between my thighs.

I draw in a breath, my eyes following Ghost’s movements as he slowly opens his belt and drags down the zipper of his pants. He pulls out his cock, hard and already glistening with pre-cum just from watching Reaper spank me, and from me getting naked in front of them.

“You want it?” Reaper’s lips graze my ear, his warm breath ghosting over my neck with every word he speaks, and I shudder. “Go on then.”

Not waiting for an answer, he pushes me back down onto the desk.

“Suck his cock, little thief. Show him what a bad, bad girl you truly are.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Ican’t believe this is happening.

Am I really going to do it?