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You love orgasms, Raven. You won't get tired of them. This is a game of letting your hot as sin boyfriend touch your body until he gets bored.
Probably famous last words. He's never failed to break me until I'm giving him exactly what he wants. How the fuck does he do that?
His fingertips glide across my stomach, teasing my skin until it feels like little electrical zaps are following their trail. He circles my nipples before pinching them, tugging on them until my clit is throbbing, screaming for him to pay attention to it instead.
"You're so beautiful, Little Bird," he coos in my ear. The sound of his voice somehow acts like an aphrodisiac. It's only rivaled by Cole's fake British accent. "Look at how they watch you."
Glancing up, I find Grayson with his leg propped up, half turned in his seat, awkwardly leaning against the car door. His gaze is fixed on me, watching reverently like he'd rather die than look anywhere else. It makes something melt inside, one of my walls crumbling away already.
Damn it. Jasper knew exactly what he was doing by bringing it to my attention.
I could kick myself for being so weak.
Grayson lets out a groan. “You’ve got the hottest little pussy I’ve ever seen, Remi. I can’t wait to see it pulsing as you come.” His words alone make me flutter, as if my cunt is thanking him for his praise.
Vander grunts in agreement. His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel, his eyes constantly darting between the road to the rearview mirror where he watches me. Agony mars his features paired with regret. He's always the one in the driver's seat and never the one playing with me in the back.
Meeting my gaze, his eyes soften a fraction. The affection he has for me is apparent in the minute change of his glower. "You're such a pretty little slut for us, Reginetta. I can't wait to hear you scream."
A shiver races down my spine, my mind going to a place where he uses the same words but in a very different context. How well murder and sex pair together.
The last of my men is deep in his work, but it doesn't stop him from sporting a hard-on. It tents his pants demanding freedom, something it won't get until he knows how our most prized future kill tried to sabotage us and he's ensured they can't do it again.
"Are you ready, my precious bird?" Jasper rasps in my ear, his hands already moving toward my dripping cunt. I'm turned on more than I realized, and he hasn't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
"Wait," Cole demands, taking a break from his typing. He holds out a phone toward Grayson, who takes it with a raised brow. "Film this for me, will you? I want to watch it again later. Plus, you have the best view out of us."
Grayson smirks, not wasting a moment to open the app and press record. There's a sparkle in his eye, and I know he'll enjoy his task. It distracts me so much that I'm surprised when two fingers slip through the wetness covering my cunt before they slip right inside.
They instantly find my G-spot and his thumb rubs circles into my clit. Somehow, he coordinates his fingers so they alternate between slow and fast. It's like the setting on a vibrator that nobody uses. It's an annoying tease getting you close before it backs off enough for you to lose the build up, then starts all over again. The irritating cycle that never ends.
Until it does. With the addition of another finger, the added stretch has my legs shaking. I'm on the edge, ready to tumble over. "Come for us," Jasper rasps. And I do.
My head tilts back, enjoying the pleasure coursing through me. It doesn't stop. He keeps going until I'm on the brink of my next orgasm. This time, he presses his free hand against my stomach as he doubles down on his focus on the sensitive nerves in my cunt.
More and more pressure builds until it feels like all the wound up muscles in my body release at the same time.
"Fuck, that's hot." I'm not even sure who says it; my ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton. I blink my eyes open and find Jasper holding his fingers up in front of us. They are dripping with my release. I squirted, but was so lost in the mind-numbing pleasure, I didn't even notice it happening.
"Want to taste her?" Jasper moves them closer to Grayson. My cunt clenches, and I die a little inside when my innocent boyfriend opens his mouth and leans forward. It's like something snaps inside me, making me go feral when his lips wrap around Jasper's finger.
Why is that so fucking hot? I'm really glad Cole thought to have this recorded. I'll need to get a copy of the video so I can watch that on repeat.
"Delicious. Wish I could help you and eat her out. If only we weren't in the car right now." Grayson immediately dips two fingers into me, thrusts twice, and licks the length of them like he's savoring an ice cream cone.
"Next time," Jasper says, trailing his fingers along my slit. "Ready to watch me make her squirt again?"
Oh, fuck. I'm in trouble.
I over committed, thought I could handle more than is humanly possible. Because no matter how much I love orgasms—it is my favorite thing ever tied with killing—the body isn't made to forcefully come indefinitely. I don't think I can suffer through another one. And yet, my damn stubbornness won't allow me to cave and end it all. I'm at war with two sides of myself.
My legs shake, really my entire body. I'm pretty sure I've soaked Jasper's pants. I'm sweaty and exhausted...
"Just give in," Jasper coos. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my face. I want to pull away, but I honestly don't have the energy. I couldn't even lift a knife if one of them offered me a victim to slice. "Say the words and it will end."
Cuddles. I never thought I'd like the sound of them. To be clasped to his chest, wrapped in his arms until I'm surrounded by his love.
What has he done to me?
