Page 90 of Lady Killer

“Liar.” Alister’s voice was swift and unyielding. “We saw you that night, petite diablesse. Standing in the moonlight bathed in blood like an avenging angel. You may not fancy yourself a killer, but who else would take such satisfaction from a man’s death, deserving or not?”

Everest’s hands worked their way down from my neck to rest on my waist as he peered at me through the holes in his mask. “Why do you think you’re drawing us all in, one by one, like moths to flame?” he said, sandwiching me between the two of them. “You’re a monster just like us, Starbright.

“Come burn with us.”

“Never.”

“Ah, ah, ah, you know how I feel about lies.”

“And what are you going to do? Cut off my lips too?”

Ali snickered as Everest pulled his hands from me and stepped back. “I have a much better idea for that wicked little mouth. What you do think, Ali?”

A shiver ran through me.

“On your knees.” Alister’s tone brooked no argument.

His hands moved to my shoulders, and something snapped inside me under the burning weight of them—maybe it was my pride, or my sanity, but I felt my knees buckle—and instead of fighting it, I embraced it.

“Fuck, you look beautiful, Starbright. Such a good little monster, and you don’t even have a cock in your mouth yet.”

My tongue darted out between my lips to wet them. From my position on the ground, Everest loomed over me, the sheep mask somehow larger and more ominous in the dark.

His hands worked his pants open and gripped his cock, pulling it out before giving it a couple lazy strokes.

I had no idea what I was doing, an experience I loathed and avoided at all costs. But here I was—

“Open your mouth, love, you have nothing to worry about. I promise your lips will feel like heaven on me.”

So I did. For one reckless moment, I dropped the reins of control that I held so tightly, and I gave myself over to Everest’s command.

His cock was as beautiful as he was. Long and veiny, the pale skin of his base standing in contrast against his pink head. A bead of precum leaked from the tip, and I took my first tentative swipe at it with my tongue, eliciting an oddly satisfying hiss from the man in the mask.

“More,” Everest commanded.

I opened my mouth wide and meticulously began to worship the head of his cock, exploring, attempting to take him in deeper with each pass of my tongue. I sealed my mouth around him to create some suction. He tasted salty and raw.

“Spit in your hand and work his shaft,” Alister ordered as his fingers dug into the flesh of my shoulders.

I complied, wrapping my hand around Everest. He was hot to the touch, and his soft skin slid under my wet palm.

“Use your hand in time with your mouth.”

It took me a second to work through the instructions, but I quickly found my rhythm. My hand worked his length from the base to where my lips engulfed him, as I used my tongue to stimulate the underside of his head.

Everest groaned, his hips beginning to thrust against my fist.

“He needs more, petite diablesse. I hope you’re ready to give it to him.”

I hummed my agreement, causing Everest to buck even harder as his eyes fell shut.

Alister’s fingers wove their way through my hair, gripping it tightly at the roots. “Keep him in your mouth but relax your head and neck.”

Slowly, Alister began to move my head back and forth. He forced me forward, and Everest’s cock bumped up against my throat, causing me to gag a bit. Saliva pooled in my mouth before running down my chin, and I instinctively pulled back to wipe it away, only to be held firmly in place by Alister.

I whimpered in protest, and Alister eased my head back, but only slightly.

“Next time, I want you to take him to the back of your mouth and hold him there. When you get the urge to gag, you’re going to focus on swallowing him down. Understand, little demon?”

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