be. Because this is the man who put a camera in his room to watch my every private moment without my knowledge. How can I let that go? How can I condone that?
Reaper’s been replaced with Rat.
Lord help me. I want to feel sorry for Sam, but I can hear the hunger beneath her shocked panting as he takes her viciously from behind.
Rat finishes with a swat on the ass and a kiss on the nose. He grins and saunters off. Dragon moves in behind her.
“My turn,” he rumbles, running his palm over her backside.
“Oh no.” She gives a breathless sort of laugh.
“Are you going to be good to me?” he demands. “You gonna take my cock in all of your holes?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is small and quivering.
I can’t believe how wet I am.
Spider traces the collar around my neck, barely touching it. “Could you take his cock in all your little holes?” he rumbles.
The ability to speak abandons me. I try to get a handle on my breathing. My throat works, and I grip the stool under me with white knuckles.
He emits a victorious chuckle, picking up on my panic. Anger spikes and he nips my ear.
“I’d love to throw you on a table right now and watch my Prez destroy you.”
Hatred flares, scorching hot, and yet I grip the stool harder to keep from stroking myself. He cups my jaw, trapping my gaze on Sam and Dragon, who’s taking his second turn.
“Are you wishing you were her, Wildcat?”
I press my lips together to keep from blurting out the truth, trying to shut down the need thrumming through every ounce of my blood. It’s frighteningly easy to imagine I’m in Sam’s place. As long as it’s Spider heading the charge. As long as it’s Spider drowning me in the animalistic world that’s unfolded before my eyes.
He must have picked up on my reaction because Spider hums hungrily in my ear. “I can’t wait to get back to my bed and spend the whole night filling you with my come.”
My sex throbs.
If things were different, the declaration he just made would have been sexy as heck. If there was even a flicker of the man I fell for the night Cap was shot, I’d have been thrilled to let him take me to his room the moment this was over, ready to lose myself in him just as much as he’s longing to do with me. But the man whispering in my ear is not him. The man with me now is my captor, my torturer. He’s a monster, and if I let him drag me any further into his world, he’ll devour me whole.
He’ll devour me and let his brothers have a piece.
“Now that your pussy’s been filled,” Dragon says, “time for me to give you want you really want. A good long fuck up your gorgeous little ass.”
Sam lets out a whimper that sounds half needy, half afraid.
The words send a volt of fear for her through me. I tense, my nails digging into the stool’s cushion, my heart thudding in my ears.
“See, now, watch this. I’ve been getting off imagining doing this to you,” Spider tells me, and he laughs softly at my sharp intake of breath. “I’ll make it good for you.”
He has to be aware of my fear, has to hear it in my breathing, see it in the tension of my frame, and that gives his otherwise scorching hot promise an insidious, cruel feel.
My mind scrambles for some compassion, some warmth, some sense of hope to hold onto, but there’s nothing. His words carry heat, but it’s the heat of a burning sun, capable of destroying me on contact. Why am I drawn to him? Why am I drawn to something that can only shatter me?
Dragon fists Sam’s hair until she relaxes. The way his arm moves, I know he’s reaching between her legs.
“So wet. All this come makes for great lube.” The inflection in his tone tells me he’s grinning.
Sam whimpers as he lubes her up with her own juices. Then he’s sliding into her rear end. He hisses between his teeth, and Sam lets out a long, desperate sound, half pained, half pleasure.
She tries to close her legs, perhaps in reflex against pain, nails scraping the pool table. Dragon pushes her feet apart again and his hips thrust fast and hard.
Several of the men around them are stroking themselves, but no one is touching her. I get the implications. This time,