Page 270 of Boys Who Hunt
“I.”
When the letter finishes, his hard-on twitches deep inside me.
He likes this.
He likes to feel pain as much as he likes to dish it out.
My hand instinctively moves to the next letter without conscious thought. And when I carve it into him, he thrusts in deep, moaning out loud.
The sound gives me goose bumps.
“Don’t stop,” he growls.
“V.”
His hand guides me across his chest to the final place for the letter, and I push the knife to break the skin.
“Y.”
Right then, Max pushes up behind me and enters my pussy too, the pressure causing me to scratch out the last remaining letter until it deepens the scar already on Silas’s chest. “Apostrophe S!”
“Fuck!” he grits before he grabs my throat and smashes his lips onto mine.
I can’t help but let him in and consume me whole as his tongue rolls around mine, thrusting into my mouth as violently as these boys are fucking me.
“Fuck, that must’ve hurt.” Heath bends over, as my lips tear away from Silas, only to land on his instead. Heath’s lips slam into mine with desire, and he grabs ahold of both my nipples and twists them to his heart’s content. Only a scream can manage to tear away my lips from his.
“Yes, that’s it, little thief. Scream for us,” Heath says.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Max says, burying himself inside me. “I want to come inside you. Please, can I? Please?”
His begging nearly sets me off. “Fuck, yes.”
Silas snatches the knife from my hand and chucks it away. “Look at what you did, little thief. Read it. Tell me what I am.”
“Ivy’s liar,” I reply.
“The liar who didn’t believe his heart would ever be stolen, and the thief who fucking took it anyway belong together. Do you hear me?”
But I can barely hear his words.
All I can focus on are the two cocks thrusting into me and the hands that toy with my nipples, all three playing with my soul.
“I want you to be mine too,” Max says.
“You belong to all of us,” Heath says, gripping my throat to make me focus on him. “We are yours, and you are ours.”
“Yes,” I say between breathy moans.
“Now ride us, little thief,” Silas says. “Like a good little slut ready to be fucked every day of the rest of her goddamn life.”
“Mine.” Heath squeezes my neck as he slams his lips onto me, sealing his promise with a kiss. “Forever and fucking always.”
I kiss him back just as feverishly, completely overcome by passion.
“Is this a marriage proposal?” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and take that dick deeper into that wet fucking pussy like a good little slut,” Silas growls, stealing my lips from Heath to smother me with more devilish licks.