Page 5 of Scream, Little Thief

Damn . . . Is this what Everthorne Hall is like? Completely letting go with strangers? Feeling so secure and horny you just don’t care anymore but get off on other people watching? On acting out your deepest, darkest fantasies? Fantasies you’d normally hide from everyone, including your boyfriend, because they’re too dirty and deprived to vocalize?

Wet lips close around my nipple and start to suck. Hands roam over my body, massaging my other breast, grabbing my ass, then shoving my legs apart.

“Oh God . . . ”

I watch the masked stranger in front of me get down on his knees, while the other guy holds me captive, kissing my neck and teasing my nipples.

His hands wander over my thigh-high boots and onto my exposed skin, higher and higher, until his fingertips reach my panty line. Then he hooks his fingers under them and pulls them down my legs.

My mouth is suddenly dry. My pulse is thrumming everywhere, a frantic rhythm under my skin.

I don’t know these guys. I don’t know their names, nor their intentions. All I know is they’re friends of Reaper.

None of them utter a word, fully concentrating on prying out as much lust from my body as possible. When our eyes meet, the guy in front of me moves back in, his hands on my knees, his fingers on my inner thighs, and then . . .

“Fuck,” I pant as he starts playing with my clit.

His fingers are talented, rubbing me in circles then pushing into my pussy. I’m so wet he slips in easily, while his thumb continues fondling my clit.

My own moans blend in with those from the couple nearby, creating a crescendo of lust, desperate need, and startling bliss.

This was not what I planned when I drove to Everthorne Hall, but . . . fuck it. I’m not thinking anymore about who might hear me or see me like this. I don’t care. I need the release, and I need it now.

The whip I’ve been holding onto the whole time drops to the floor next to us.

The man behind me nips at my neck and cups my breasts with both hands. His hard cock presses against my lower back, while the other guy fingers me frantically, licking his lips like he wants a taste.

Oh, fuck, that’s so hot.

I’m almost there, but something’s missing . . . Or rather, someone.

When I lift my head, Reaper’s right there, standing a few feet away, his gaze locked on us with fierce intensity.

The second our eyes meet, my climax hits out of nowhere, as if my strung-tight body were just waiting for him to be there. Waiting for his approval.

My head falls back and I moan loudly, riding the wave until I can’t take it anymore.

The second their grips loosen on me, I ram my elbow into my captor’s ribs, shove the guy in front out of the way, and bolt, picking up my whip on the way and holding onto the fabric of my costume covering my breasts.

What on earth just happened? Did I really let them make me come like that? Was Reaper’s presence, his eyes watching me, really enough to get me off?

Fuck. I can’t think anymore.

When I take a quick look back, Reaper’s eyes are ablaze with fire.

“So you want to play?” I murmur. “Fine. Let’s play.”

Then I run like hell.

CHAPTER FOUR

Rounding the next corner, I almost stumble into a foursome.

My feet come to a sudden halt. I just stand there. Staring. Blinking. Unable to move, because part of me is so intrigued.

The naked woman on her hands and knees stops giving one of the guys a blow job in the middle of the hedge maze and looks up at me. Another man fucks her from behind, and a third lies underneath her, licking her clit.

She doesn’t seem at all bothered by my intrusion, but she winks at me with a twinkle in her eye then takes the cock in front of her back into her mouth. All of them moan in unison, and the man behind her ruts into her harder now he’s also realized they have an audience.