Page 114 of Boys Who Hunt

“Eyes up here.” Heath grips my chin, forcing my face to turn his way again. “Lick me like Max is licking you.”

He parts my lips and pushes his tip against my mouth until I’m forced to let him in, and I can taste my own wetness on his goddamn length as it slowly slips down my throat.

“She’s so goddamn wet,” Max groans.

A finger disappears in my backside, and I jolt from the sensation.

“So fucking tight,” Silas says.

Heath’s dick pulses in my throat as though it’s preparing for another turn, and the deeper he goes, the more it makes my eyes water.

“Oh fuck, I can feel her contract every time you dip in,” Max moans between my legs, slathering me with licks and kisses like he adores every inch of me.

“Hmm … so you are a liar indeed,” Heath says, burying himself inside me to the hilt before squeezing my nose shut so I can’t breathe. “She’s enjoying this as much as we are. Aren’t you, thief?” He slaps my cheek. “Such a good fucking slut for us.”

Fuck them. I’m not admitting to anything.

This is a business transaction. A necessary exchange in order for me to survive. My body for their money—that’s all it is.

Right?

Silas adds another finger, pushing them both in and out of my ass until I’m tiptoeing around on the floor, grinding my teeth.

“Does it hurt, twig?” Silas asks, feeling me up.

Finally, Heath pulls out, allowing me to suck in a much-needed breath.

“You like that, don’t you?” I bite back at Silas.

“Yes … very much.” Silas pushes in even farther and doesn’t stop until he’s knuckle deep inside me. “And I will make you love it too.”

“You wish,” I retort.

A devilish laugh escapes his mouth, and he pulls his fingers out. Something sharp is suddenly slid across my skin. “Tell me, thief … have you ever had your ass fucked with the back end of a knife?”

My pupils dilate.

Did he just say … ass fucked?!

But before I can even say a word, the handle of his knife enters my backside and makes me moan. Out loud.

Silas

Her sounds arelike music to my ears, and I push in the handle even farther.

Every time Heath fills up her throat, I slide the handle of the knife in deeper so she won’t be able to resist moaning. Even if he pleasures her, the sounds she makes are mine and mine alone.

I only share because it’s so fucking fun to watch her lose herself to hatred.

But I’ll make her fucking fall in love with the hate.

“Are you going to scream for me, little thief?” I bite my bottom lip as I push it, the blade making the palm of my hands bleed. “You know how much I fucking love to hear it.”

“You’re a psycho,” she hisses when Heath lets her have a second to catch her breath.

I wipe my blood all over her ass and my dick. “A psycho you can’t help but moan for.”

And as I pull out the knife and chuck it on the floor, I replace it with my dick still wet from her saliva, slowly filling up her ass inch by inch.