Page 98 of Boys Who Hunt
Suddenly, something covers my mouth, and I squeal, but the sound doesn’t exit my throat.
“Shhh … Don’t make a sound.”It’s Heath.“Don’t want him to hear you while you’re a voyeur to his filth, right?”
Fuck.
My whole face heats up as he slowly takes his hand off my mouth. “I wasn’t—”
He grips my throat instead. “Yes, you were. But I don’t mind. The question is … does he?”
I try to suck in the oxygen, but it’s impossible.
“You’ve got a nasty habit of sneaking up on people …” he whispers into my ear, body pressed up against mine. “So I thought I’d return the favor.”
“Why?” I manage to squeak out.
His other hand snakes up my sides and dips into my skirt, and I shudder in place.
“Because I’ve seen the effect he has on you … I can feel your body quaking just from looking at Silas play with himself,” he murmurs, diving between my legs until he finds that sweet spot. “I can feel your wetness.”
He rolls his fingers around my slit, and I struggle not to collapse against the door.
Why … why do these fingers feel so familiar?
“Stay still,” Heath whispers as his fingers slowly loosen from around my throat. “Don’t fucking move.”
I can feel him invade me, inch by inch until my whimpers come out in short gasps.
Good God, how does he do this so well right from the get-go? It’s like he’s an expert … not just at pussy, but with mine specifically.
“You think he’s the only one who knows how to play a girl like you?” He licks the rim of my ear, a dangerous grin formingagainst my skin. “I’m the worst kind of player you could ever meet.”
“But I came here to clean, didn’t I?” I reply, trying to change the subject.
“You came here because you were told. Because you’re our fucking toy, and we can do with you what we want.”
“Fuck y—”
“No,” he interrupts. “You watched us last night, so you can do it again, right?”
My eyes widen.
“You think I didn’t know it was you? I know Max let you go.” He flicks my most sensitive spot until I’m all hot and heady. “How he came into your apartment and kissed you.” He dips inside again. “How you fucked him on the couch.” Another one of his fingers is added. “How you let him come inside you.”
He thrusts in so hard I see stars.
“How?” I ask.
He smirks against my ear. “You think I don’t know how to make Max talk?”
My heart hurts.
Max promised me he wouldn’t tell. I trusted him.
“But Silas doesn’t know,” he says. “And if you want me to keep your little dirty secret, you will be a good little slut for me and take these fingers deep.”
He pushes even farther, coaxing out the goose bumps with each plunge, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
“No.” He grips my cheeks, forcing my head to stay up. “Keep your eyes on him.”