Ugh. Just... ugh. I need to slip out to deal with the masks.
Sam is glued to my side, so sneaking off is impossible.
I wanted to stow away with the ZYGOS guys on their recon mission, but that’s not going to happen.
“Sam? Can't you just help me? I would’ve thought you’d want them dead as much as I do,” I try.
“No, Em. Do not try it. I will be very angry, and go sleep with Ghost.” Sam frowns at me.
Well, shit. We've never gotten into a fight before, and he certainly hasn’t made any threats.
“Come on. Why not? They deserve to die,” I argue.
“Pazessca, no. You're not going to do shit. End of.” Synn comes up from behind us, with the other five flanking him. They must have heard.
I look at Purge, Razor, Ghost, Trikk, and Frost. They all seem to mean business. All of them wear stern expressions.
“Bambi, why don’t you come with us? I can take your mind off murder.” Trikk shoots me his signature panty-melting smile.
“Yeah. I need time with you, Fiasca,” Razor adds, waggling his brows.
They can’t be suggesting what I think they are, right? All six... at the same time?
“Uh... guys, I love you all. But there’s no way little old me can take on all of you at once.” My eyes flit from man to man in uncertainty.
“You can do anything,” Fost looks me in the eye with a grin. “Why don’t you just try? You can handle it.”
Fuck. I'm sweating now, trembling at the thought. My nipples are tingling and hard, and my hussy of a pussy is throbbing for them.
Ghost steps up, holding out his hand. “Malishka, we will take very good care of you. I promise.”
That settles it, I guess. I trust them all.
Looking at Sam, I apologize. “Sorry, Sam. I guess they need me right now.”
Sam makes a shooing motion with his hand. “Go. It's fine. I will have you in my bed tonight anyway.”
I laugh, silently agreeing with him. Turning to my Six, I take Ghost’s offered hand. “Let's go.”
They lead me into Synn and Razor’s room. Once we’re all inside, Ghost turns to lock the door.
I gulp, incredibly nervous. “So...”
Ghost steps up and plants his lips on mine in a soul-shattering, passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth, my hands finding their way into his hair.
Trikk gets behind me, sweeping my hair off my neck and plants kisses up and down from my neck to my collarbone. “You taste so sweet, Bambi.”
Movement in my peripheral, and someone else is behind me now. My hips are grabbed, and I’m moved in slow and sensual circles. I smile, knowing it’s my sexy stripper Frost.
I'm whirled around, forcing me to break from Ghost's kiss. Razor growls, pawing at my shirt to remove it. He looks me up and down and runs his fingers over my nipples through my bra. I shiver, my spine arching to demand more.
Razor lifts me up and deposits me on his bed. The other five descend, all touching and kissing me. My senses are going into overdrive with all this simultaneous attention.
Someone removes my bra, and my pants are tugged down and off.
“Move,” I hear Synn say, who plants himself right over me. He reaches forward, tangling a hand in my hair, wrenching my head back. His bangs brush his eyes, and I groan. He’s too hot for his own good.
“Are you going to be good, Pazessca?” Synn asks in a dominant voice.
