“N-no—” Her voice is cut off when Cole’s hand slowly glides across her exposed middle, toying with the elastic of the tight little skirt she’s wearing.
“Uh, uh. Don’t lie to us, Stalker. I bet that if I reach into your panties and feel your pretty cunt you’d be dripping for us,” Cole says, and Bailey couldn’t hide her reaction to his words if she tried. She’s all doe-eyed and lust-drunk, and we haven’t even touched her yet.
“We can't. It's wrong. This is wrong,” she mutters, more to herself than to us. Her brows knit together as she leans further against Colton's hard body, obviously hating how much she wants this. After all, we arestrangers. Masked strangers, and no, she shouldn’t fucking want this. If it were anyone else, I’d slice their fucking cocks clean off their damn bodies.
“Wrong because we're killers, or because you know what we are, and want us to fuck you anyway?” Jace asks before cupping her full, heavy breast in his hand.
“Both,” Bailey whispers, and my barely there restraint is hanging on by a fucking thread. She gazes up at me nervously, silently begging me for…something. And then, it hits me.
Our girl is done pretending, and she’s finally ready to let go.
She wants to relinquish every shred of the control that she clings to so tightly each day. To feel the kind of rush that only comes from the sweet surrender of her mind and of her body.
To be owned.
Cherished.
Claimed.
To relish in our danger, and the fear that it can all be taken away from her in a single heartbeat. Though she knows she has a choice. That kind of power will always be hers. Hers to give, and hers to revoke. Which is why she's always had the upper hand with us. We are nothing more than puppets on a fucking string for this woman, tangled in a web of her command, and after tonight, it will be us on our fucking knees, stuck in this moment forever, because this can never happen again.
“You ready to play, Little Harlequin?” Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, but I can’t see any signs of fear in them. When I say nothing, she nods, but it’s not enough.
“Your words, Bailey. I need to hear you say it,” I say, and I watch as she comes alive on the spot. She straightens, slightly squaring her shoulders, and I can only imagine how confused my guys are right now.
“Yes. I’m ready to play.” Somebody please fucking pinch me. Surely I’ve hit my head, and this is just another one of the many dreams I’ve had of her. Tell me this is real. Well, I suppose there’s only one way to find out, and if she's game, I'm all in.
“You have five seconds to get on your fucking knees, Harlequin. Suck my cock like a good fucking girl.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
JACE
What the fuck is happening?
I know that Bailey and Roman have always been able to read each other, but to see their deep connection unfold in this way, all these years later, is awakening something primitive in me. Watching him take charge like this, when he’s usually the one on his knees, has my dick harder than it’s ever been, leaking with pre-cum as Bailey obeys Roman’s command and lowers herself to the wooden floor.
We’re going to coax her beyond the edges of herself. Past the places she guards so well, until she’s unravelling so beautifully before us.
“Open your dirty mouth,” Roman demands, watching over our girl like a man starved. He moves forward, aligning the tip of his pierced,hard cock with her full, pink lips, ready for the fucking taking. Bailey’s eyes widen when she notices Roman’s Jacob’s Ladder, but I can see the heat swimming in her eyes beneath the glow of the moon. Colton moves in closer beside me, brushing his body against mine, and I flick my gaze to him. He almost looks drunk. Lost to the vision unfolding before us. A vision we’ve been dreaming about for fucking years, yet nothing compares to the real thing.
Bailey’s lips wrap perfectly around Roman’s length, and Cole and I go weak in the knees when Roman’s head tips back, finally surrendering himself to our girl in a way we had only ever dreamed of. He reaches out and grips her hair, fucking into her mouth with fierce abandon. The wet sounds of her slurping and sucking echoes through the charged air around us as Cole and I watch, transfixed on the glistening spit trailing down her chin.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Roman praises, and my dick twitches in my jeans, begging for release at the sound of his rough, greedy tone. Colton must have had the same thought that I did, because he reaches out and starts unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down over my hips.
“I need you, love,” he almost growls, and warmth floods my chest, igniting that unyielding force that always binds us when we’re together.
“Fuuckk!” I groan through clenched teeth whenCole wraps a hand around my dick, squeezing it from base to tip, just the way I fucking like it. He swirls a finger through the pre-cum still dripping from me, then turns to look down at Bailey.
“His cock is fucking throbbing for you, Stalker,” Cole says before dropping to his knees beside her. I watch as he slides his hand through her hair, tugging her head back so that she has no choice but to release Roman’s dick and meet his masked gaze. Roman growls in frustration, but none of us pay him any mind as Colton hovers his finger above her swollen lips and paints them with my pre-cum. My jaw literally unhinges as her tongue coils around Cole’s finger, tasting my arousal, and restraint is the only thing keeping me from blowing the whole scene apart and claiming all of them right fucking now.
“Do you like how he tastes, baby?” Cole purrs, his voice as smooth as velvet. Bailey answers with a breathless nod. Cole lets out a low, breathy laugh, tracing her lips with his finger.
“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Bailey? You’re cock-hungry, and salivating for us. You want us to fuck you?”
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” This comes from an impatient Roman, and I bite back the chuckle rising in my throat. He always gets like this when I edge him, which is ironic, given how often he likes to edge and torture Colton.
“What’s the matter, baby?”Cole taunts, looking up at his top, completely unafraid of the punishment he’ll get for showing him attitude. He wants to be punished, and that’s what he and Bailey have in common. They both like to submit it seems, and hell, I’m fucking here for it.
