Page 12 of The Reaper's Vice

“Come.” Ivan holds a ringed hand out for me to take. It envelops mine as he leads me back toward his table, the gold rings pressing uncomfortably against my skin with the strength of his grip.

A waft of stale liquor smacks me in the face as I plop next to Ivan in the booth, and I have to hold my breath as I fight against the wave of nausea it brings.Cursedtequila.

“Drink this.” Ivan thrusts a glass of amber liquid into my palms. I nod my thanks, taking the dose of Hennessy back like I have for the past year I’ve been meeting Ivan at this club. Always the same bottle of amber liquid, always a different group of “friends.”

The pounding bass fades away as the diluted X spreads through my bloodstream, filling my head with the beautiful nothingness I’ve been craving all month. My times with Ivan are the only instances I allow myself to partake in the drug anymore. But every time we meet, and he hands me his special reserve, it’s like an embrace from a long-lost friend. Comfortable. Warm. Always warm.

“Feel better?” Ivan’s hand slides up my thigh as a genuine smile lights my face for the first time all night.

I nod, and his smile mirrors mine.

“Good,” he whispers, his hand trailing higher, higher, higher. He stops at the apex of my thighs, his middle finger teasing my sex as his smile turns devilish. “I have so many plans for you tonight, my little doll.”

My breath hitches as the room swims in and out of focus, the blinding lights making it hard to keep my eyes open for long. “Whatever you want, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He brushes his lips lightly against my jaw. His hand cups the back of my neck, pushing my mouth down to his crotch in a silent demand. I sense the eyes of his four friends as I swiftly undo Ivan’s belt, pulling out his long skinny cock without so much as a blink.

Ivan throws his head back, a moan warring against the pounding bass as I wrap my lips around his cock. I drag my tongue across his tip, licking up his pre-cum and taking him to the back of my throat. The square-headed blond from earlier must feel emboldened by the sight because not even a moment later, his meaty palms are covering my ass.

He drags one hand up my spine, laying it over the back of my neck and pushing me down Ivan's cock, a throaty groan mingling with Ivan’s cries of bliss.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Blondie groans, moving the hand on my ass closer to my pussy, his fingertips reaching—teasing. “You weren’t wrong, Ivan. She’s a freak.”

A chuckle tumbles from Ivan’s mouth, only to be replaced with a powerful groan as he spills his hot cum down my throat. My eyes water as I gulp down every last drop, even going so far as to lick all my spit from his length when he’s done.

I gaze at Ivan through heavy-lidded eyes, licking the last of his salty release from the corner of my lip. He gazes down in adoration, hauling me up by the chin and planting his lips square against mine. It takes everything in me not to pull away.

“Ready to meet the rest of my friends?” Ivan asks, his pupils blown as he gestures to the four men looking on with hungry eyes. Greedy eyes.

“Of course, sir.” I stand on shaking legs, reminding myself to breathe as the room spins violently. The light, the pounding, the nameless drunken faces swimming all around—it’s too much.

Ivan places a hand on my lower back, dragging me back to earth and leading me toward the red hallway at the back of the club. Security nods, expressionless save for the slight twinkle in his greedy eyes, and all six of us pass through to the gold-hewn door at the end of the hall.

As soon as Ivan unlocks the door, I’m pushed through the threshold and onto the mattress at the center of the room. I kneel on the crimson sheets, about to remove my jumper when a set of meaty hands reaches out, pulling it down my body before I have the chance.

I open my mouth in indignation, only to have a cock shoved past my lips. My eyes widen, and I look up to see Ivan’s second friend—this one with shocking blue eyes and a head of ginger hair. He places a freckled hand on the back of my head, pushing his cock to the back of my throat as Blondie paws at my breasts, twisting my nipples and bringing tears to my eyes.

The ginger groans, throwing his head back as my lips hit the base of his pelvis. I take small breaths through my nose as he holds me there, barely aware of Blondie pulling my bodysuit the rest of the way off, exposing me to the room.

The head of Blondie’s cock presses against my entrance, only for him to be shoved away a moment later, sending a shiver down my spine as the cold air smacks my exposed sex.

“Don’t be so fucking greedy, Jake.” The third friend unzips his pants and presses his own cock against my pussy. “You’ve already got to touch her.”

Blondie—Jake—grumbles something vulgar under his breath, then says, “Fuck you, Noah. We can share.”

“Would you both shut the fuck up!” The Ginger thrusts violently in and out of my mouth. “I don’t know how, but you’re ruining this. Just pick her up and fuck her at the same time.”

“See, Oliver gets it,” Jake says, placing a hand on my lower back. “Sharing is caring.”

Noah curses, pulling his cock away just as Oliver convulses, his cock spewing thick ropes of cum down my throat. I place my hands against his hips, pushing against him as my air is cut off, but he just holds me there like Ivan, making sure I get every last drop.

As soon as his softening cock leaves my mouth, I’m yanked by my waist to the end of the bed. Noah spins me around, sliding his hands under my arms and hauling me tight against his chest, chestnut eyes glimmering beneath a thick mop of unruly brown hair.

I only have a moment to admire his appearance before he’s positioning his cock at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, a breathy moan falling from my lips as Jake presses his cock against my asshole.

They pull me down, both cocks filling me to the hilt. A choked gasp leaves my mouth as they start moving in tandem, their lengths rubbing my walls brilliantly, dragging me screaming to the edge of bliss. Noah snakes an arm around my waist, holding me tight as he reaches down with the other, his fingertips reaching for my clit.

His fingertips swirl that swollen nub, and I’m a goner. A scream falls from my lips as I go weightless in Noah's arm, the sensation too much to bear. My body is thrumming, bursting with electricity from every pore, and it’s only drawn out by the men’s incessant thrusting.

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