Breaker (Unmasked #3)

34. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Breaker

A fter that first nightmare when I was eight, I continued to dream of the blue room. Sometimes instead of room, I would dream I was drowning in an endless blue ocean, the water so cold it hurt the tip of my nose. The dreams changed every time, but the color blue was always the same.

Sometimes, I’d walk along a concrete beach, icy water lapping at my feet. I’d never seen a beach when the dreams began, only in pictures, so I didn’t know how sand felt beneath my feet. Didn’t know the smell and taste of salty air. But I knew the feel of cold concrete and that’s what the beach felt like under me. Cold. Hard. As unforgiving as the school and the landscape around it.

Sometimes the dreams would jerk me awake. Other’s I’d scream until one of my brothers woke me. Never did the endless blue change. It was always the same.

Antoinette blue.

Like Viper’s eyes. Blue flecked with green. Sometimes green, bursting with blue, seemingly changing with his every emotion.

As I lie beside Cora, watching her sleep, I wonder what he’s doing. If he’s in his bed or if he’s in bed with Striker, going to him in the middle of the night like he does with me, aching to be held.

I hope he is. I hope they are watching Delilah sleep right now, like I am with Cora, making sure she feels safe and warm. Because god did we ever fuck up with her. With both of them.

I knew Cora needed a gentle touch, yet we treated Delilah so harshly, thinking we could train her similar to the way we were. That was what Fallon wanted. Control over her. For us to mold her until she was willing to do what we asked. Her affection for us brutally shaped the way Fallon shaped us.

Yet, we couldn’t do it. Not even Reaper. Even though he’s like Fallon in so many ways, he’s not as cruel. Not nearly. Not even close. Even when he tries to be. Even when he knows he needs to be to make Fallon happy and leave us alone.

I love my father. I do. I’ve seen so many sides of him that I know underneath his cruelty, he’s just a man. A man who loves deeply and uses his power in all the wrong ways. But he abused us in order to turn us into what we are. His soldiers. Killers. Ready at his command.

Until them.

They are what created the fissures in our relationship. He wanted us to watch them and keep tabs on them while Harlow gathered intel so we could slip in and take Rune down. But new cracks formed after every command, and we started breaking away from him.

I’ve always defied his orders. But Reaper, he did only once. Striker once. Viper.

God Viper.

I bury my face in her hair, missing him. We connected in some way that first day in school, and we just kept by each other’s side. At first, I thought it was to protect me since I was the youngest, but over time, I felt the shift. We both did, even if I was the only one to admit it.

We changed. He changed.

I remained too young.

He became too feral.

It took years for us to finally break the barrier he’d set in place. After the night with them, my blood crackled with energy. I needed a release, so I let him suck my dick right in front of Striker. The way he looked at us was such a turn-on; I didn’t last long before I was shooting my release into Viper’s greedy mouth.

We’ve done that a hand full of times after sharing a women, but I think we all felt how different it was that night. After that, we left and went to Viper’s room where he fucked my hand, teeth on my neck, hands roving over my chest, groans so feral and desperate I got hard all over again.

We barely got any sleep that night.

God, I miss him.

All of them.

But I have our Little Red, right here, and I’m going to make sure she’s taken care of. Even if I have to do it from afar.

Cora shifts, her ass pressing to my morning wood. The ache in my balls becomes harder to ignore. I didn’t touch her last night. But in her sleep, her body gravitated to mine, and I wrapped her in my arms. When I woke up it was with her ass to my cock, my entire body engulfing hers. She’s so small. So fiery. So absolutely breathtaking.

When she shoots back into me again, I growl into her hair and flip her onto her back, moving over her. The late morning light bleeds through the blinds across the room, casting long lines of pale yellow over her pretty face. Her stark green eyes blink open, and she smiles.

I swear to god, my heart stops.

I lean back, kneeling between her thighs, drinking the sight of her. Red hair set aflame in the morning light, fanned out over the pillow like rivers of lava. Eyes sparking like emeralds. Skin fair and dotted with her perfect little freckles, cheeks flushed from sleep. And desire.

I reach for my phone on the side table and snap a picture.

“What are you doing?” she asks, voice husky from sleep, thighs falling open as I shift between her legs.

“Sending them a picture.”

The corner of her mouth lifts. My phone is forgotten. I toss it aside and lean over her, bracketing my arms on either side of her head. Her hips tilt toward me, and my cock pushes against my zipper. I slept fully clothed, not bothering to change from my slacks and white undershirt.

Cora’s eyes roam all over me freely. Taking in the sight of my body, my face. Seeing me for the first time in daylight. I can’t help but wonder what I need to do to make sure she wakes up every day in bed with me.

Me. Viper. Striker. Delilah. Reaper.

Shit. This is going to be a problem.

“Let me see them,” Cora says, running her hands up my arms.

I let the thoughts go, knowing we need to worry about seeing this through before I start thinking too far ahead. I glance down at the black tattoos lining my biceps. Reaching behind me, I pull the T-shirt off.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, scooting to a sitting position to slide her warm little hands all over my chest. She’s got that hungry look that matches exactly how I feel. Ravenous. “You’re covered in tattoos.”

Glancing down at where her hands trace the inked lines, I can’t help but smile at the obvious appreciation in her voice. Viper used to try to hide it. Years ago, after that night with him, he doesn’t bother, not when we’re alone. Why he tries to when we’re around Reaper or Striker I’m not sure. Neither one of them would judge, they never have. If anything, Reaper is the one who instigated that night by telling Viper to take ahold of my hard cock and guide it to the woman we were with.

He knows us all so well.

I’ve missed Viper’s touch, but having Cora’s small hands roaming over me, tracing inked lines, feeling the shape of my chest, and abs feels like absolute heaven.

I didn’t realize how starved for touch I’ve been.

“Striker has this too,” she says, tracing the first skull on my peck then moving to the next. “He has it on his back and Reaper has them on his knuckles.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine. “And this last one. The fifth.” She traces the slash over the last skull. “It’s to represent the loss of your brother.”

My chest constricts.

“You love them,” she says. “Really love them.”

“I do,” I say. “I love everything about them.”

“Tell me what that’s like. To own so many hearts.”

I huff out a laugh. Doesn’t she know? The weeks we spent trying desperately not to care for them proved how much we craved her. Want her.

How easily she took hold of our hearts.

Coral leans back on her elbows, eyes still tracing the ink on my skin. “My mother hated me. My father didn’t care enough to intervene. Rune despises me because of her. I think the only person who loves me is Delly.”

My response is a gruff sound. Because holy fuck I almost opened my mouth and told her that I’ve loved everything about her for the last four years. Ever since I first saw her in the park with her yellow sundress and Care Bear hat. That Reaper adores her. I see it in the way he touches her and lets her touch him when he won’t even let us. Striker is equally enthralled with her as he is Delly, and Viper.

Viper is crazed . So taken with our girls, I think he’s the reason Reaper started to view them more as women than targets over the years. More than our revenge.

“I don’t know what that expression means,” she says, lifting her hand to point to my face. “Your face is very expressive, and it’s doing a weird thing. Since this is my first time seeing that expression on this face, I’m not sure—“

I shut her up with a kiss.

“It means I want inside you,” I tell her, lying her on her back. I trail kisses along her neck, down over her breasts and belly, nipping at the material resentfully that’s hiding her perfect body. “It means I want my mouth on you. It means I want to hear you moan my name.”

Her legs part as I slip lower until my mouth hovers over her cotton panties. I grip her shirt to slide it up, but her hands grab at the fabric, pulling it tight over her belly, pinning it to her sides. A giant flag waves frantically in the back of my head, but I don’t stop to examine it. Not when her gorgeous pussy is inches from my face and I’m about to taste her.

I tap her hip, tugging at her thong. “Lift your hips, Little Red.” Leaning back just enough, I ease her panties down, pulling her legs free, then unfold myself until I’m flat on my stomach, arm curled around her thigh, palm to her lower belly.

My gaze slides up her body to her face, my cock growing painfully hard at what I see. Her lips parted, eyes hooded, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other pressed to the wall above her head, hair spread out wildly around her.

I’m doomed. But I knew I was from the moment I saw her.

The memory flames through me, building the need to taste her to a boiling point. I lower my mouth.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she hisses, hips bucking as I drag my tongue through her slit, tasting musk and salt and that slight tang that’s distinctly her. Her hips tilt, searching for my mouth, but I pull back, only allowing my tongue to graze her clit before pulling away completely.

Her teeth grind. “ Breaker. That’s cruel.”

Grinning, I lick my lips, then use the tip of my tongue to part her again. But this time, I don’t stop. I dive in, using my tongue to spear into her, feeling her pussy flutter at the intrusion. The taste of her hikes that carnal need up higher. Covering my face with her slick desire, I breathe her sweet, slightly musky scent into my lungs. With two fingers and no warning, I drive them into her, replacing my tongue and move to her clit. Sucking. Devouring. Fucking worshipping her. I eat her, palm pressed to her stomach to keep her still, grinding my dick into the sheet to help ease the growing need pulsing through it.

Her desperate little whimpers tell me she’s close and I add a finger, stretching her pussy so she can take me right as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her small hands grab my head, pushing and pulling me closer until she rocking onto my face, and begging, begging, begging.

And then she breaks.

Warmth floods my tongue. I nearly come at the taste of her, at the thought that I’ve just brought her to the point of screaming my name. I release her clit and sit up, moving to kneel between her thighs too hungry to slow down.

She’s barely coming down when I free my hard cock, shoving my pants down, pressing into her slick opening, trying to move into her like a greedy teenage boy.

Slow down. I need to remember to move slowly so I don’t hurt her.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my tip inching into her. I lean forward to swallow her gasps, but she turns her face to the side, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Morning breath,” she murmurs, her free hand grabbing my ass, trying to pull me in deeper.

“Hold on, Little Red. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” I press my forehead to hers, nearly curling over she’s so much smaller than me. I never thought I had a thing for size, but I love how tiny she is. My hand next to her head is as large as her beautiful face. How her pale, thin arms look so small and frail compared to my dark, muscled ones. How delicate her jawline feels under my lips as I turn my head to place a kiss.

“Fuck me,” she breathes, mouth pressed to my ear, her sweet little groans like a symphony as I slowly inch my way in, pulling back and driving in deeper with each slow thrust.

“ Fu-c k,“ I hiss as I hit so deep, I can’t go anymore and she whimpers, the slight hitch of breath, telling me I’m too deep, too big, lighting my blood on fire. “You’re so tight.”

Her response is a gasp as I drive in again slowly but deeply, bottoming out too soon. She’s too tense. Too needy.

“Come on, Little Red, relax.” I pull out to drive in again, her slick pussy gripping me so tight I’m barely hanging on to my sanity. A dark, primal urge to drive into her, hard, deep, fuck her rough until she’s screaming in pain and pleasure, almost takes over, but I keep myself in check. “You feel so good, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

There’s a little nod and she breathes out in my ear. I slip in more, and I swear I almost black out. I take a minute to gather myself then start to move. One hand cradles the back of her head, the other grips her ass, pulling her gently to me every time I drive in. My entire hand cups one ass cheek and I let my fingers slip between them, feeling her wetness on her tight hole.

“Oh shit,” she rasps. “Fuck yes.”

I slip my finger over the tightness. “I can’t wait to get you home,” I grate, doing my best to keep my movements slow, angling my hips to hit that place that makes her whimper—

Like that.

Fuck yes. Just like that.

I drive in again, slightly harder, loving how her breath rushes from her lungs.

“Viper can’t wait to fuck this perfect ass,” I whisper, keeping my cheek to hers, my mouth to her ear. “You’ll look so beautiful taking his cock here.” My finger slips in slightly. The sound she makes has me moving just a little faster. It has me burying my face in her hair to breathe her in. Sweet fruits and something floral and dark. Like a summer day or an open field before nightfall. “So beautiful and tight, he’ll not last long, and he’ll fill this perfect ass with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of you.”

“ Yes, yes, please,“ is all I hear between whimpers.

Fuck. I may die before she falls over the edge.

“Then I’ll use his cum to work my cock into your ass, fuck it deep into you, until you can barely breathe.” The image of taking her ass makes my head spin. That primal desire to claim every part of her makes me drive in harder. Faster. “Your tight little ass will be hard to get into. It’ll be tight fit, but I know you can take it, Little Red. Your sweet little pussy is taking my cock so good right now, squeezing it, trying to milk me of all my cum.

“Jesus, you’re filthy,” she breathes, her laughter strangled.

I thrust harder, plunging my finger deeper into her ass, and she cries out, head thrown back. My grip on her little body tightens. I keep a firm grasp on her ass as I plunge in and out of both holes, keeping her completely at my mercy. Her hands move from my ass, to my head, to the pillow, to the wall, trying to find anything to hold onto as I fuck her.

“Deeper,” she groans, and I have to suck in a breath and focus on not coming at the desperate way she begs. Focus on not fucking her into mattress. “Harder. Fuck me h arder .”

“That’s right, sweet girl. Beg me more. I fucking love it.”

“Please, please, please .“ The last word shudders from her when I grind my hips, my balls hitting her ass.

“And while I’m buried balls deep in your ass, Striker can take your pretty pussy.” My balls hit again. Again. My cock throbs, the need to come turning every word raspy. “You’ll be so filled up with cock you’ll know with every breath that you’re ours.”

My last few words send her over, and I kiss her throat through it, grinding my teeth to keep the fragile hold on my sanity. Her release unfolds gently at first, like a blooming flower, opening up slowly, back arching, her head thrown back, until she bursts open and a guttural cry breaks free. Her walls squeeze my cock so tight, a husky, desperate groan grates from my throat, and I try to hold on so I can rip another from her, but it’s too much.

“Fuck,” I breathe, alternating between squeezing my eyes closed and trying to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a minute of her.

My chest expands as Cora’s eyes flutter open and meet mine. The green shimmers like bright new leaves covered in dew, flickering with so many emotions, it feels like they’re cutting me to pieces. Heat builds in my spine, and my balls draw up tight. She’s too beautiful, feels too good. I crack open. Fireworks shoot through my veins, and it feels like every fragment of who I am, every broken piece, is careening into her, desperate to connect. I bury my face in her neck, hips moving in short, jerky thrusts, sloppy and out of rhythm, as I ride out my release.

We lie still, catching our breaths before I sit upright, kneeling between her thighs, pulling her with me to keep our bodies joined, the need to keep our connection, almost primitive.

Cora props herself on her elbows to look between us. My dick is slick with her, with both of us, and I drive my semi-hard cock back into her, watching her pussy tighten around me. My cum gathers on my cock as I slowly move in and out. Still buried in her, and I gather up my cum and slip two fingers into her, pushing my it deep and using my dick to drive it in.

“The second I get you back to him, I’m going to fuck you just like this and watch Viper eat my cum from this perfect pussy.”

She makes a strange sound, and our eyes lock. “My god. You’re a fucking animal.”

She has no idea.