Breaker (Unmasked #3)

51. Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Delilah

E very sense snaps to awareness now that I can’t see. My breaths quicken, and he must sense my nerves inching higher because he runs a hand up my arm.

The chains rattle as I try to squeeze my legs together to ease the need growing hotter and hotter.

A faint click next to my head makes me jerk. “You turned the light on?”

“I did,” Reaper says.

My cheeks burn, fire lancing through me, making my chest heat. I’m not sure why the thought of him seeing me in the light makes me feel so much more vulnerable. He’s seen every inch of me.

There’s a rustle of fabric, the familiar clinking of his belt coming undone. A slight thud followed by another. Then the bed dips and I feel his hands on my thighs as he settles between them.

“So pretty and pink,” he says, his voice so gentle it makes me wonder where he’s been hiding this man. Warm palms drag up my thighs, and I jerk when a finger skims my clit. “You’re sore.” It’s a statement. “He fucked you so well, so many times.”

Even though I’m blindfolded, I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks scalding that Reaper is between my thighs, praising the wet mess Striker left behind.

Reaper’s finger skims my opening. My breath rushes out as he slides it in, angling it upward. “Fuck,” he grates. “Your tight little pussy is drenched with cum.”

I bite my lip to keep my whimper in my mouth. He drives in deeper, but just as slowly, hitting that spot low in my belly that sends fire though my veins. His name leaves me on an exhale.

“Does that feel good, Kitten?”

“Yes. More. Please. Harder.”

Adding a finger, Reaper drives in harder. My back arches slightly. It all feels too intense, and he’s only just begun touching me. He drives in again, picking up pace, sending that blooming ache higher and higher until I’m throwing my head back, gripping the rope attached to the headboard, trying to meet his thrusts.

I’ve been so used, so many times, that only a rough touch will send me over. Reaper drives those long thick fingers in hard, sending electric heat to my belly. His fingers curls and that electric jolt fires a pulsing wave of pleasure through my core, making my pussy clench.

“Don’t come,” he grates, but it’s too late. It rolls over me, my back arching off the bed as my release unfolds. A harsh slap to my clit makes me cry out. “I didn’t give you permission to come,” he growls. Another slap and I jerk off the bed at the intense heat that sears through me. “If you want to come, you have to ask me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper, squirming, as I come down from my high, but I’m barely allowed any movement with my legs restrained.

When warm flesh hits my pussy, and a hot mouth encloses over my nipple, I suck in a breath, the scent of him invading my nose. Firelight and burning stars. Reaper’s never had his mouth on me and my body stills as I try to absorb every sensation. His tongue flickering roughly, then teeth nipping. The warm press of lips as he takes the hardened bud between his lips. The harsh suck.

His rumbling groan moves through me, and he shifts, his flesh slicking over my wet pussy as he sucks my nipple back into his mouth. The thought that he’s bare-chested, that I can feel his skin on mine sends a carnal hunger to zing through me. That his mouth is on me, licking, kissing places he’s never tasted. His palms slipping up my sides, fingers dipping into my curves, then gripping both breasts in his large hands.

“One day I’m going to fuck these perfect little tits and come all over them,” he says. Teeth scrape my nipple then bite gently. “Then I’m going to watch our Baby Girl lick them clean.”

My chest squeezes, pussy clenching. “Yes,” I say, liking the thought of her tasting him on me. Liking that even though this is just us, she is still on his mind.

Reaper slips lower, his hot mouth trialing a line of fire down my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, I feel him press a gentle kiss right below it and every single cell in my body focuses on that one spot.

He moves lower.

My breath hitches.

Lips press to the skin just above the line of hair leading to my pussy.

It feels like someone’s sucked all the air from the room and set it on fire with how my skin heats and my lungs seize. Reaper has never had his mouth on me. Not between my legs, not my breasts, he’s never kissed me.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Kitten,” he purrs. “You smell so fucking good. I can smell him on your skin. Smell what a greedy girl you’ve been today, begging for all our cocks.”

“Yes,” I say because holy shit , yes I want more. I want his mouth on me.

A soft kiss lands on my folds, hot tongue parting me. His groan is enough to be my undoing.

“You taste like heaven,” he groans. “Like fucking absolution.” Then his entire mouth is on me and he’s sucking, licking, devouring me.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, chains rattling as my heels dig into the bed.

“You want more, Kitten?” he rasps. “You want my fingers in this tight pussy, don’t you?”

It feels like the devil has control of my voice as my answer rips free. “Yes. Please.”

Reaper slips in two fingers, driving them in hard. Fast. His lips enclose over my clit, and he sucks. I scream out at the intensity of it, but he doesn’t let up. The wet sounds of him feasting fill the room, mixing with the slick sound of his fingers driving in and out and his rumbling groans.

“You taste so good, Kitten,” he grates. “Give me more.”

The thought that he can taste Striker’s cum still in me is so filthy, I buck into his mouth, a primal craving to have him consume me making all thoughts splinter. A part of me is amazed at his hungry groans, every savage sound emitting from him making me even wetter.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he grates. “Good girl, your pussy is so wet for me.”

“Please,” I cry all my focus on where he’s eating me, fucking me hard with his fingers.

“You want to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“You have to ask me before you come,” Reaper growls around where his mouth is sucking my clit, then, “Don’t you dare come without asking for it.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Can I please come?”

My chest expands, air trapped in my lungs, hips rocking to meet his mouth. My body so primed, ready to fall over that I feel like if I don’t come now, I might shatter into a thousand pieces and never recover.

“Good girl, asking me so sweetly,” Reaper praises between licks. “Come for me, Kitten. Come all over my tongue”

It hits me so hard, my back bows, the entire bed jerking and creaking from the force of my legs and arms constricting. Reaper’s groan as I come just sends me higher. The constant rumbled praises coming from him making my legs shake, Good girl. My sweet kitty comes to beautifully for me, all while he drives his fingers in and out, not letting up.

“One more time,” he grates. “Give me another.”

Desperation claws through me. “I can’t,” I whimper, even though I feel that heat building again.

“Yes, you can,” he says, sucking harder.

Moans leave me unchecked, my body winding up, pleasure coiling deep in my bones, but I need something else. Something I don’t even know how to name.

“Please,” I beg.

“Tell me, Kitten.”

I can’t. I need more. But the words don’t leave me. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“ You .“ The word is just a breath.

“Me what?”

Take me. Use me.

Want me.

Keep me.

Tears dampen the mask.

His lips clasp over my clit.

“ Please ,“ I scream. “Can I come again, please?” But it’s just a tangle of words and sobbing cries.

He releases my clit just long enough to grate out, “Yes, my sweet girl, come for me again.”

I shatter, nothing existing but the starlight flooding through my veins. His mouth. His fingers. Him and me and this black hole that’s swallowing me alive.

I come back around to the sound of chains rattling. My legs are drawn up to my chest, Reaper holding me open for him. Hardness hits my clit.

“Come on, Kitten give me more.”

I feel myself nodding. Y es. Yes. You can have everything.

When he drives in I cry out from the shock of being so full so fast, the pain of him hitting deep, so sharp, the stretch of him inside me too much. The hair on his thighs hits the back of my legs, calloused fingers gripping me tightly.

“ Fu-ck ,“ he breathes, voice raspy. “You’re so tight. So wet and perfect.”

I whimper, unable to form words.

“Oh, Kitten.” Reaper starts to move, each stroke hitting deep, hard. Harder. Faster. “Oh, fuck .”

With tears soaking the blindfold, whimpers slipping out with each harsh thrust of his hips, I wrap my fingers around the rope and hang on. There’s a terrible ache in me, but I don’t know how to soothe it. I just know I need more of him. He’s consuming, owning my body, but it’s not enough.

Reaper’s grip tightens on my thighs. “Are you going to let me spread you open like this for Striker?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You want to come all over his cock again? Tied up and dripping with my cum?”

“Yes.”

“Viper?”

“Please, yes.”

“Breaker?”

I can only manage a whimper, the images he’s planting searing through me.

“Our Baby Girl? Are you going to come all over her tongue? All over her pretty little fingers?”

“Yes,” I sob.

“You’re going to kiss her, and lick her pretty little clit, and show her how much you missed her when I get her back.”

It’s not a question. It’s a command. “Yes,” I weep, my chest tightening and expanding all at once.

He drives in harder. “Oh, fuck. I want to feel you come on my cock, Kitten. Give me another one.” He groans, hitting in so deep I cry out from the pleasure twisted with pain.

A hand weaves around my throat, fingers digging into my pulse. It squeezes. Presses hard. Air gets trapped under his grip.

“Fucking mine.” The slick sound of flesh on flesh fills the room as he fucks me harder. “Say it.”

“Yours,” but I can barely get the words out.

“Ours.” The pressure eases and fingers slip between my lips, hooking my jaw. “Say it.”

It’s impossible to form words with his fingers in my mouth but I try. It comes out garbled, yet he still praises me.

“That’s right, my sweet girl. Ours.” His voice is strangled, broken groans fracturing his words as he drives in harder. A sting of pain sears through me but it tangles up with the desperate ache inside me, heating it until it’s molten pleasure. “You. Belong. To. Us.”

His fingers leave my mouth, dragging wetness down my body to my clit. I hear him spit. Wet heat hits my pussy then a finger circles it over the too sensitive nub.

It’s too much. Too good.

“Please.” The word breaks on a scream. “Please let me come. Please. “ My pussy clenches, and I tumble over, my mind breaking apart, a splintered cry filling the room.

I don’t know if he gives me permission because the world disappears and it’s just him moving into me, my orgasm ripping apart my body, destroying me.

Faintly I hear his gravelly moan, then, “Oh, fuck. Squeeze my cock. Just like that.” Reaper’s finger stops circling, and I feel his thumb hook my cheek. My head is jerked to the side, exposing my neck. Instinctively, I clamp my lips around it, sucking, tasting sweat and male and wild heat. His body molds to mine and his hot tongue glides from my collarbone up to my neck, leaving fiery heat in his wake. Teeth dig harshly into my flesh as Reaper latches on, savagely biting my neck.

I cry out from the pain of his bite, my walls clenching, my body thrumming from the possessive claim.

A shattered groan breaks free as he drives in once, twice, then stills. The moan that comes from between his teeth is purely animal. Heat floods me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. Then I feel him collapse, his thumb slipping from between my lips.

Slowly, he releases my neck, pushing off me enough that he’s no longer crushing me. Hot breaths fan my lips. Teeth nip at my collarbone. My jaw. Tears soak the blindfold, and I realize I’m gasping out choked sobs, my entire body shaking from how brutally he’s claimed me.

Reaper’s hips start to move again, slowly, as his cheek presses to mine, lips brushing my ear, soft strands of hair brushing my face. heavy breaths fanning over my hot flesh.

“Such a sweet kitty.” His voice is raspy, almost shattered. “You took me so well, Kitten, coming for me over and over.”

I nod, whimpering, needing his soft praise to ease the pain in my chest.

Reaper’s cheek rubs against mine, stubble grating my skin. “Do you feel my cum, throbbing deep inside you?” His hips move, pushing his cum in deeper.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“We’re going to keep you filled up, so full our cum, you’ll feel with every step that you belong to us.”

I slide my legs down, wrapping them around his waist, crossing them to keep him pinned inside me. My silent answer to keep me. Fill me. Give themselves to me like I have with them.

Him. I want him.

I feel him everywhere. His chest to mine, stomach slicking with sweat as he rocks into me. Lips brushing my skin. Hot breaths on my face. His heat and sweat and woodsy scent filling my lungs. It’s an assault to my senses, how much he’s owning me, yet he still feels so far away.

He pulls back, breath hitting my face. Warm lips skim over mine. It feels like an end and the thought makes my heart shatter.

“Reaper, please.” I choke on a sob, my heart, my body, my soul in ruins.

“Please what, Delilah?”

My voice cracks. “Please, kiss me.” I need him to kiss me. I need this to be more than another rough fuck. He’s promised me, claimed me, but I need more.

I need that gentle touch. That soft claiming like Viper and Striker gave me, but I need it from Reaper. Desperation makes my sobs grow stronger.

“So greedy. You’ve had my mouth.”

“Please.” All dignity has vanished. He’s broken me down, flayed me alive. I’m his.

I’m theirs.

They can all have me.

Just please kiss me.

Fingers weave into my hair. His breath touches my lips. Darkness and sinful lust. “If I give you this, what do I get?”

“Me,” I whisper. All of me.

Reaper’s lips brush mine. “Yes, Delilah, all of you.”

Then his mouth encloses over mine, tongue darting past my already parted lips, tasting, taking, claiming, starved for every thing I have to offer. His firelight taste floods my senses. He devours my groan, hands tangled in my hair, angling my head so he can take more. Consume more.

This kiss feels like a fall from grace. I tumble willingly, giving myself over to this burning thirst. Spiraling downward, I struggle against the restraints, wanting to touch him, needing to feel his skin, run my fingers in his hair. Have more of him.

But he won’t let me.

When he breaks the kiss, I hit the bottom, my body crumbling, my chest constricting, knowing this is it. He’s pulling away. The little bit he just gave me is all I get.

I feel him shift. He slips out of me as he sits up, cool air hitting my body. Feel the bed jump and dip as he stands, then unties the rope, rubbing my wrists to soothe them. Reaper lets me go, and I roll to my side, curling into a ball as he strokes my back. I want to remove the blindfold, but I know he doesn’t want me to see him and that’s what hurts the most. He wants to own every piece of me but refuses to give me a glimpse of who he really is.

“What do I get?” I whisper.

His light stroking stops, then continues after a second. “Us.”

“When?” I ask. “When do I get all of you?”

I hear him exhale. Take a deep breath. “The more you know about us, the less you’ll want to be ours.”

That’s for me to decide not you, I think, but I remain quiet.

We stay just like that, him sitting behind me, stroking my back until the hurt fades. Until I’m capable of reminding myself this isn’t more , even though my heart aches for it. I remind myself I have Striker and Viper’s affection. I have Breaker. I have my beautiful Cora. And I will get her back to me safe. I remind myself of all these things, until I fall asleep, the taste of him still on my lips.