Page 94 of Reaper and Ruin

All three of these men were in danger, and I was suddenly sure, despite who they were and what they did, it was all because of me.

It was me the killer wanted to torture.

They were just collateral damage.

I dragged my panties off and crawled onto the nearest bed. I lay down, head sinking into a soft pillow I was sure I didn’tdeserve when Nyah had been out there somewhere in the cold for days.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, not wanting to think about it but unable to get it out of my head.

The mattress dipped beneath me, but I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t need to. I already knew it was X in front of me, his warm fingers finding mine, his gentle hands guiding me out of the defensive ball I’d curled myself into. He draped my arms around his neck and fit his thigh between mine. Our bodies connected, his naked skin against mine, him burying his face in the crook of my neck and whispering I didn’t need to worry about anything because he had me.

Oh, how I wished I could fully believe that. How I wished I could just let myself off the hook that easily and place all the stress and worry on someone else.

But it didn’t work like that.

Levi fit himself behind me, Whip behind him. With all four of us on our sides, we could fit on the bed. Barely, but nobody moved for the spare, and I was grateful for it.

I needed them close. Needed their bodies to remind mine to keep breathing, to keep functioning, even when it felt like everything else around me was on fire and I was in Hell.

X’s lips found mine, like he knew my brain was whirring a million miles a minute. He kissed me, quieting the blame inside my skull.

I tightened my arms around him, kissing him back with everything I had, loving the way everything about him was familiar now.

Was this seriously the man I’d been so scared of? I’d run from him, more than once. I’d screamed at the sight of him. Been so damn sure that with his fingers around my neck, he was going to kill me.

He was now everything that represented safety. I dragged his hand up to my throat, needing the touch of him there, trusting him with everything I had.

He squeezed my throat lightly as we kissed, and the slight lack of oxygen made my head spin pleasurably. I wriggled closer to him, moving my leg up his thigh until it hooked over his hip.

“Fuck me,” I whispered to him, not missing the hint of desperation in my tone.

He was already there, dick hard and waiting at my entrance.

I didn’t need foreplay. Didn’t want it. Hell, I wanted the burn. The stretch. The distraction with the way he could make my body feel.

He wouldn’t give it to me. He teased my entrance with the tip of his cock, giving me just the tiniest bit and reaching between us to rub my clit.

Despite me trying to punish myself, my body responded to his, loosening up, muscles relaxing. He didn’t stop until arousal pooled at my core, and when his dick slid inside me, it wasn’t a punishment.

It was with sweet words and gentle movements, him refusing to hurt me even though I wanted him to.

Why this man had ever been scared of killing me was beyond my comprehension. He couldn’t even hurt me when I was begging him to.

Levi kissed my neck from behind, while X thrust into me. His lips were warm and soft, and his fingertips wandered all over my skin, lighting up little trails of fire wherever he touched.

He moaned, but I knew it was nothing I was doing, so it had to be what Whip was doing to him.

I waited until X pulled out, and then I twisted, rolling over so I could kiss Levi too.

Whip had his hand over Levi’s hip and was stroking him, jerking his cock.

Levi desperately sought out my mouth, needing that contact, and I gave it up to him without hesitation. He gripped my face, kissing me hard, panting into my mouth. I lifted my leg to rest on top of his, opening myself up for him.

But it was Whip who guided his cock to my entrance.

Levi slid in easily, my pussy already well prepared by X.

I reached back, finding X’s wet cock and drawing it between my ass cheeks, letting him know exactly what I wanted.