Page 7 of Scream, Little Thief

My moan is almost as loud as the other people fucking within the maze. The water’s like a warm embrace, pulling me deeper until all my muscles relax under the bubbling, massaging streams.

This feels heavenly . . .

When I reach for the shimmering clue at the bottom this time, my fingers snatch it without difficulty.

Turns out it’s a transparent cube, as big as my hand and made of glass. Water droplets run down each side. I hold it above me until the flickering torchlight reflects in the glass, unveiling notches that kind of look like . . .

“Holy crap,” I murmur, suddenly sitting upright. “It’s a map. A map of the maze.”

And if I’m reading it correctly, I’m exactly at the center right now. With this cube, it’ll be a breeze finding the exit and getting the job done. I may even win the golden ticket for the yearlong membership if I want it.

But do I want it?

All the thoughts, memories, and feelings about Reaper I pushed away come back with brute force.

I carefully place the cube next to me on the edge of the hot tub, then I lean back, allowing my mind to wander. Just this once. And only for a couple of minutes.

It’s kind of weird lying here in a tub, watching the moon and the stars above me, surrounded by music, moans, and a rhythmic pounding in the distance . . . but I get the appeal of Everthorne Hall. My skin hums and my core tightens at the mere thought of what just happened. What I did. No—what I let happen.

I bite my lip. New heat coils deep in my core when I think about Reaper watching us. Getting off on it. Jealous. Obsessive. Desperate to punish me for it, just like he did last time.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes, letting myself relax a little. Letting my fingers roam over my body, teasing and caressing my skin, pretending it’s someone else touching me.

Suddenly, a hand clamps over my mouth, and I’m pulled out of the water.

My eyes snap open, but my scream is dampened by the fingers covering my mouth.

“Gotcha!”

CHAPTER FIVE

Fear explodes in my chest. Instinctively, I grab the cube and throw it in the direction of the door. Everything in me is ready to fight-or-flight, but the panic stops the second I hear the familiar voice.

Reaper holds my naked, wet body close to his chest, not letting me go even when I realize it’s him.

How did he get in here? How did I not hear him?

My heart beats like crazy, doubling down as I notice another masked man entering the pool, naked, closing in on me. With Reaper holding me captive like this, I’m sitting on the edge, my legs still dangling in the water.

The masked man’s eyes roam over my naked body and fixate on the place between my thighs.

Oh, he won’t. He wouldn’t dare.

Oh, but he does. Rough hands grab my knees and spread them apart.

On pure instinct, I struggle, I fight them, relishing in the rush of heat and the danger sizzling through my veins.

Both their grips tighten. Reaper loops his arm around me, forcing me to keep still, while the other man gets down on his knees in front of me, removing his balaclava just enough to bury his face between my legs.

I whimper as his tongue glides in one long stroke from my pussy to my clit.

Unable to move, still stuck, I can only receive what they choose to give me, and not being able to talk with Reaper’s hand still on my mouth really messes with my head.

Blood rushes in my ears. All my senses are heightened.

Moaning, I lean against Reaper, letting him hold me upright while his friend licks and sucks me like he’s starved and I’m the best meal he’s ever had.

It’s not Ghost, though, because I’d remember those hands, mouth, and cock. The man in front of me is a complete stranger. A complete stranger who’s licking me expertly, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, while Reaper holds me still, watching his friend eat me out.