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Slamming my heel into his foot, I send my elbows into his stomach. Ryker jerks back, surprised, but only for a moment. I know he’s a trained killer, and I’ve only had a few lessons from my aunt and uncle.

If I were smart, I wouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but I never claimed to be. Sending a fist flying into his face, he grunts under his breath.

“Blake!” he growls out. Swallowing the tiny fear in me to stop, I use my foot, hooking it around his ankle. Twisting, his leg gets caught as he slams down onto his back. Straddling him, I grab his wrists, pulling them above his head. I know he can easily overpower me, but it’s nice that he’s letting me get the upper hand.

“Sure, you want to play this game, pet?” he asks.

Tightening my grip around his wrist, I thrust my hips forward, gaining pleasure through my body. I feel like I’m so wound up from the damn bullet lodged inside me, I’m going to explode.

Ryker thrusts his hips up, causing me to lose my balance, my hands slipping from his waist onto the ground. My tits fall into his face and Ryker groans. I don’t get a chance to move before he’s twisting us around, my back flat against the ground. My pussy tightens around the vibrator inside me, wanting Ryker’s cock to fill me.

I attempt to move my hips up searching for more friction.

“You want to cum?” Ryker asks.

I nod my head. There’s nothing I want more.

“You’ve been a brat, why would I let you cum?”

Narrowing my eyes, I kick my legs up, attempting to get him off me. But it does nothing but make the vibrator move inside me. His hand wraps around my throat while grinding his cock against my cunt. My mouth parts when a wave of pleasure shoots up my body.

“I want to see,” Jace mutters somewhere beside us.

“Hmm, let’s see what we can do about that.” Ryker eases his hand off my throat, and reaching into his pocket, he produces a knife. My eyes zero in onthe blade, waiting to see what he is going to do. I don’t have to wait for long. Using the tip of the knife, he pricks the bottom of my shirt, slicing up until it falls open. Yanking on my bra, he flicks the knife allowing my tits to spill out. I was never a fan of having large breasts, but the way Ryker is staring at them, I squirm underneath him.

“Fuck,” he moans, pressing the tip of the knife against my nipples as they harden in anticipation. Grabbing the waist of my pants and panties Ryker rips them down my leg, leaving me lying there naked. My body breaks out in goosebumps, shivering under their watchful eyes.

Ryker grabs the bottom of his mask, ripping it off before he crushes his lips against mine. A growl builds in his throat, the air knocked from my lungs. Remembering the little game Ryker wanted to play, I bite down on his bottom lip, but it only makes him kiss me harder. He wraps a hand around my throat, making it harder to breathe. He kisses me as if I’m the air he breathes. He’s starving for me, devouring my taste.

I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but Ryker overpowering me, controlling me.

Ryker abandons my mouth, trailing kisses down my jaw, sucking and licking my neck until he reaches my nipple. Swirling his tongue around my nipple, he sucks hard before biting down. My hips buck, my mouth opening on a silent scream. One that almost became real. My back bows, searching for the friction of his cock.

“Nuh-uh,” Ryker licks the bottom of my tit, easing his way down my body. “Remember, brats don’t get to cum.”

My eyes snap to Jace, pleading with him to stop Ryker. But Jace smirks at me, sitting at the motel table, rubbing the bulge in his pants. Arousal drips from my core, I love Jace’s eyes on me while Ryker touches me. Their hungry eyes pour gasoline to the flames that are already coating my skin.

Ryker grabs my ankles, bending my knees and spreading my thighs apart.

“Look at that beautiful, bloody cunt,” Ryker groans. Reaching forward, he grabs the string of the vibrator, slowly pulling it from my body.

“Shit baby,” Jace mutters. I glance over, watching as he unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. I lick my lips, wanting him closer.

I’m vaguely aware of Ryker tossing the bullet somewhere in the room before his mouth latches onto my clit. Growling into my pussy, Ryker eats me like I’m his last dying meal. My legs tremble so violently, I can barely control my movements. Pressure builds in my stomach, the odd feeling of having to pee.

My hands grip his hair. I know I should push him away; something isn’t right with my body. But I yank him forward, my thighs squeezing his head. I’m not sure how he can even breathe, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but cumming. His teeth graze my over sensitive clit, my stomach clutches, my pussy throbs, and his hand sneaks around, pulling my nipple hard.

My eyes slam shut, my hand nearly ripping Ryker’s hair out as Jace grunts somewhere closer to us. I want to watch him, but I can’t. My body explodes, wetness pouring from my pussy, I barely make out the sound of Ryker swallowing.

My body shakes, my grip loosening before my hands fall to the side, my legs dropping. My eyes blink open to see Ryker peering up at me. Crimson covers the bottom half of his face as well as wetness coating his shirt.

I open my mouth as if I’m going to speak only to slam shut. Glancing over at Jace, his eyes darken, getting up from the table. I swallow hard, my breaths coming in ragged.

“My turn,” Jace rasps out.

Oh, fuck.

My bottom lip slips between my teeth, clamping down until a sharp sting makes me feel something besides overwhelmed. I’m not sure what to say or do at the moment. My brain might be telling me to rest, that I’m sore. But my pussy is a slut for Ryker and Jace and if that means it’s Jace’s turn, then so be it.