She moans instead, curses under her breath. The perfect answer.
Her body starts to seize, the tremble in her thighs going stronger.
“That’s it. Come for me. Let me hear it.” I shove in a second finger, curl hard, suck her clit until she breaks—back bowing, head snapping back, a scream ripping out of her throat.
I hold her steady as the orgasm hits in crashing waves, her body going limp, breath ragged.
“Asshole,” she mutters, still trembling.
I rise, pull the mask down, my hand sliding up to her throat, holding her there while I stand over her.
“You want it?” I ask. “You want me inside you, Tamsin?”
She stares up at me, wrecked, eyes glassy.
“Yes,” she whispers.
The corner of my mouth pulls under the mask. “Good girl.”
I turn and walk out just as Beau and Caleb’s bikes rumble up outside.
“You’re leaving?” she snaps, scrambling for her jeans.
“Yes.” I dangle her panties in my hand. She curses, lunges, but I step back.
“Nope. These are mine now. You get them back when I fuck you.”
“Oh really?” She jabs a finger into my chest, that fury and mischief I crave lighting her up. “And when will that be?”
“That’s for me to know,” I say, dragging my thumb over her lip, “and you to find out. But I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”
The tiniest whimper escapes her before she shoves me. She storms toward the door still yanking her zipper up, only to pause when she sees the guys, all black and masked.
“Oh, wait, there’s more!” she throws over her shoulder. “What are you, the gothic Mickey Mouse Club?”
“Go home, Tamsin. We’ll handle this.”
She gives me a look that says she’s considering stabbing me, again. “Fine. Less work for me.” She snatches her bag, her useless knife, and storms out.
My cock’s still throbbing, furious. Two orgasms for her, and I’m still wound tight as a tripwire.
“Nice job. Very…” Caleb glances at Bram’s body. “Professional.”
I shrug. “You two took your time.”
“Traffic,” Beau says.
“On a fucking bike?” I glare.
“You need stitches again?” Beau asks, crouching beside Bram to check for vitals but with half his skull decorating the wall, we both know the answer.
“Can we just burn this place already?” Caleb flicks his lighter.
“That’s your answer for everything,” Beau mutters.
“Take the body out, then burn it,” I say, walking into the other room and picking up the mirror.
“Seriously?” Caleb barks out a laugh and Beau just shakes his head.
