13
Ryker paces the room like a caged animal, and every time he passes me, his eyes nearly burn holes through my skull. I can only stand here, helpless, hoping Hunter will step in before Ryker loses control of himself.
They can be reasonable, can’t they? I have to reason with them. If they were in my shoes, wouldn’t they do everything in their power to free themselves?
Actually, I know they would, since I lived through the car crash they caused. Considering that, a gun to the head doesn’t seem so drastic.
And I wasn’t the one who put the gun to his head, either. He was the psycho who did that on his own. I wouldn’t have pressed the muzzle to his head.
All of this and more goes through my mind as I wait to see what will come next. I hate the sense of being so out of control of my life. My fate is completely in their hands, and one of them looks like he wants to kill me on the spot.
“Take your clothes off.” He might as well be an animal—his voice barely sounds human. It sends a shiver down my spine and spreads icy fingers of fear through my arms and legs. I couldn’t move now if my life depended on it, which sucks because it might.
Hunter clears his throat. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ryker. Take it easy. Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” It’s a whisper, a hiss, but somehow it’s scarier than if he had screamed it. “I eased up on her and look where it got me. Ungrateful. Stupid, stupid ingratitude.” I figure this isn’t the time to point out that I didn’t ask to be kidnapped and I don’t want to be here. I don’t owe them shit.
He looks at me again, this time coming to a stop. His arms fold over his chest, and the bulging muscles remind me who’s in charge. It would be a waste of time and energy to fight back against him—and it might piss him off even more, which would make life a lot harder for me. He might be more likely to hurt me if I fight.
His eyes narrow to slits. “Take. Your. Clothes. Off. This is the last time I’ll tell you. Next time, I’ll do it for you, and you won’t like it very much.”
Hunter steps between us with his back to me. “She’s not well yet. She’s still hurt. We were going to—”
Ryker shoves him with a snarl. “I’m taking what’s mine. She’s mine. And yours. She belongs to us, and we’ve already waited long enough that she thinks she can pull that kind of shit and get away with it.”
Hunter makes a move toward him, and I realize they are about to throw punches. What happens to me after that? “Fine!”
Hunter turns to me. “You’re still—”
“I know what I’m doing. I’ll be fine. I’ll give him what he wants.” He’s not the only one who wants it, either, but I leave that part out. “I want to.”
It makes no sense at all and makes me wonder about myself in a lot of ways, but it’s true. I want them.
As I shimmy out of my sweatpants, Ryker’s eyes on me light a fire deep inside my core, and my body blazes. I pull the t-shirt over my head—awkward, but I manage it—and my nipples peak in the cool air, under the gaze of two men who are now looking at me like I’m the main course at a feast.
“That’s right.” Ryker unbuttons his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles. He doesn’t bother stepping out of them at first, choosing instead to pull his cock free from his boxers. He’s hard, twitching, and I can see drops of moisture at the tip before he slides his hand up and down the length.
My eyes cut to Hunter, who I can tell is still conflicted—but not enough to keep him from getting hard, too. He’s straining against his zipper, his eyes hooded, and he’s breathing harder through his partly open mouth.
“Get on the bed.” Ryker jerks his head in that direction while he smears pre-cum over his cock and uses it as lube to stroke himself faster. “All fours, with your ass facing me.”
A shiver runs over my entire body and goosebumps race across my skin. I should fight back, should demand they at least let me keep my dignity. But do I want to? Does it even matter? I realize the answer is no.
I have to prop myself up on my forearms instead of my hands, but I doubt he cares much. When I thrust my ass into the air the way he wants me to, his low, broken growl makes wetness drip from my pussy. “See? She’s no better than we are.” Ryker runs a hand over one ass cheek, then the other. “See how wet she is? She likes this. Don’t let her trick you into thinking anything else.”
Then, he delivers a sharp slap that makes me suck in a surprised gasp through gritted teeth. Warmth spreads across my ass, and again when he delivers another slap against the other cheek. It throbs where he made contact, but it’s a nice sort of throbbing.
I whimper when he runs his hand over the spot where he just slapped me. It’s so much more sensitive now.
“Look at you. On display for us. You try to pretend you don’t want me to shove my cock deep in that pussy, but that’s a lie.” He trails his thumb along the cleft of my lips, gliding over my wetness, and a shudder of pure pleasure runs through me as I bite back a moan.
Hunter appears in front of me, stripped naked. His cock precedes him, swaying back and forth, jumping a little when blood surges to it. It’s in my face, nearly touching my lips. When he takes a handful of my hair and feeds it to me, pushing it into my mouth with brutal force, I have no choice but to accept him and try not to gag too hard.
There’s a tongue on my pussy, pushing its way past my lips, into my folds. I whimper around Hunter’s cock, which only makes him thrust harder against the back of my throat. “Suck it, baby,” he groans.
Ryker runs his tongue up to my asshole, where he swirls it in a slow circle before moving back down. He thrusts inside me, up into my tunnel, before pulling out and circling my clit.
It’s not just what he’s doing to me, or what Hunter’s doing. That isn’t what has me shaking and moaning. It’s the way they sound. The way Hunter eggs me on, encouraging me to suck him until my cheeks hollow out. Ryker’s grunts of pleasure, the way he sounds like a hungry animal finally getting what it’s craved. It’s filthy, so wrong.