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I came for him, and he came inside me. He thrust one last time, dropped to his elbows, and groaned in my ear. “You feel so good, princess.”
I felt his hot, thick load flood my pussy and shoot deep inside of me. I hated all the men who watched us at that moment, but I loved the way he felt when he came. I loved the way he sounded when he growled in my ear and let it all go.
I ground my hips against him and milked his balls for every last drop of him, and finally fell back, limp and satisfied.
He was on top of me, still inside me, and he said, “I have to do this, hold still.”
He reached up and pretended to stroke my collarbone, but in reality, he dipped his fingers into the bleeding wound on his chest. The one that had been oozing against the both of us the entire time.
He scooped up some blood and reached down as if to adjust himself, but drew his hand across the sheet beneath us.
And then I clued in. Ryker was saving my life.
He rolled off me at that moment, flipped the waist of his jogging pants over his spent cock, and helped me up. He still held me in his arms and looked around at the masked me watching us.
“Is that good enough for you sick fucks?” he spat, and helped me off the bed.
“Wait a minute!” Thackeray called out and stood up. “Let us inspect the sheet. We need proof that you took her virginity. She didn’t seem too bothered by the beast in your pants. She looks like she’s been with men before.”
“She has,” another one of the spectators said. While we were on the bed, several more had joined the audience. “I know she’s fucked many guys.”
I recognized Max’s voice. I stood up, curled my fist at him, and extended my middle finger. “Fuck you, Max,” I sneered. “Just because I wouldn’t ride your nasty little dick doesn’t mean I’ve been giving it up to anybody else.”
Max flinched, realizing he wasn’t as anonymous as he thought. I saw a few young guys around him, obviously different from the old men who had started out watching. Another one of them seemed familiar, and I added, “Is that you, Mitchell? You fucking pig, of course it is. What else do you have to do with your time? God forbid you sick pieces of shit donated your money to homeless shelters or something. Why do you rich guys always have the worst imaginations?”
Mitchell winced and looked over at Max. The two of them were called out publically but nobody would care. Nobody would.
“Check the sheet if you don’t believe her,” Ryker said, nodding at the bed. “I tore her hymen myself. Unless you or Mitchell want to come over here and suck her virgin blood of my cock for yourselves.”
Ryker reached into his pants and gripped his monster, pulled it out and pointed it in Mitchell and Max’s direction. I loved that he was able to distract them from me, and I loved that he did it to protect me.
“Check the sheet,” Max said, his voice cracking. “I don’t believe her, that’s all.”
He seemed close to apologizing to Ryker. That’s how much of an alpha badass my man was. He could get other men cowering just at the sight of his monster cock.
“Bring me the sheet,” Thackeray said, and one of the guards grabbed it. They took it to him and he inspected it closely. He held it up, a bright streak of blood showing against the stark whiteness, and said, “She was deflowered, gentlemen. She didn’t cry like I thought she would, though, so I lost some money on this one.”
They laughed and made a big deal over the bloody sheet and I leaned against Ryker again as he tucked his monster back into his pants. Mitchell stood up and hunched over, drained a glass of alcohol, and shook his head in disgust.
Ryker took my hand and held it tightly in his and edged us closer to the door in all the celebration and distraction. I’m sure he hoped that we’d be able to sneak away from all of them if only we had a few moments to ourselves.
We made it to the door and leaned casually against the door frame and I felt like my eyes were jerking around in my head as I shifted from one group of men to the next. The guards were focused on the Organization members, policing them as they exchanged money and joked about fighting over it. Their words weren’t entirely friendly, though, and they sounded like the drink had given them razor tongues that needed policing.
Max stood next to Mitchell and the two of them leaned over and talked to two other guys in their group. They were laughing with their mouths open wide and their heads thrown back, and there was something about both of them that struck me as familiar.
One was wearing a black leather horned bull mask, and the other had on a sleek fox mask with angled eyes and large ears. There was something intriguing about both of them, and again that pang of the familiar.
And then I realized it all at once. It hit me like a kick to my chest. I drew in a choking breath and held my hand to my throat as if I was being suffocated by a strong hand wrapped around it.
“What’s wrong?” Ryker asked, taking note of my distress. “What is it, princess?”
“With Max and Mitchell,” I whispered hoarsely against his ear. My cheek pressed on his, our hot flesh touching. I could feel his stubble rubbing against me, anchoring me into place through the simple sensation.
“Who do you mean?” he asked, and I couldn’t bear to look back at the group. I couldn’t stand it, but I had to just to double check.
I turned my head and looked at the bull and the fox, took a deep breath and said, “It’s Archer and Valen. They’re here to celebrate. They watched us on the bed.”
Ryker’s body tensed as tightly as a drawn bow, and I expected him to release into a deadly bolt of anger launched at them. He didn’t, though. He simply shook with rage and pulled me against his chest.
